She (the stream) went through the narrow gorge; two streams cleaved the banks. The lightnings of heaven do not wet the clouds; Indra, your Soma flows as a purifying stream.

This Soma stream has come from on high and has detected the cattle which were in a stall (hidden) somewhere within the mountain; the stream of the Soma flows for you, Indra, thundering like lightning emitted by the clouds from heaven.

He issued forth from out the loftiest mountain, and found kine hidden somewhere in a stable. Soma's stream clears itself for thee, O Indra, like lightning thundering through the clouds of heaven,