Before them the cups of intoxicating drink guarded the meads as if distinct chariots. A cow with calves does not withhold milk from the vigorous Indra; the Pavamana’s waves are full of nectar.

Your exhilarating, all-pervading juices are let loose separately like chariot-horses; the sweet-flavoured (Soma) waves (go) to Indra the wilder of the thunderbolt as a cow with her milk to the calf.

As rapid chariot-steeds, so turned in several ways have thine exhilarating juices darted forth, Soma-drops rich in meath, waves, to the Thunder-armed, to Indra, like milch-kine who seek their calf with milk.