Those whose rays were not rightly yoked, impetuous, did not create offspring in the waters. These bright ones, the luminous, draw Soma to the gods; come, drink ye.

These brilliant Soma juices flow like horses let loose inbattle without reins, without chariots, unharnessed; approach them, you gods, to drink.

Without a car, without a rein to guide them, unyoked, like coursers started in the contest, These brilliant drops of Soma juice run forward. Do ye, O Deities, come nigh to drink them.