Drive round about, strong one; Indra’s eye, unerring, has not been shaken. Streams rise upward and downward; the bulls go not astray.

The Soma juice being effused flows through the fleece diffusing exhilaration; who, being exalted goes to the sacrifice in a stream desiring the milk and curds as (he goes to the firmament) with radiance.

Effused, this Indu hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece: He goes erect, as seeking kine in stream, with light, to sacrifice.