Thus the sacred liquor, foremost of delights, saluted the brim of the vessel with libations. The cow that circles the color fills the milking-singer; Soma anointed with dew was praised.

Thus flow, the exhilarator, for Indra's exhilaration bowing down the rain-holder with (your) weapons, assuming brilliant colour, desirous of our cattle, flow, Soma, sprinkled (into the filter).

So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, aiming deatb-shafts at him who stays the waters, Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine, O Soma.