He, in your sacrifices, as a human, is like the moon among folk—restoring the rivers; the god, the foremost goddess, pours into your streams.

Divine heaven and earth the progeny of Manu, the Soma juice is genitive rated at your sacrifices, radiant, abiding in the grinding stones; (the priests) bruise him at the loud-sounding ceremony.

Indu at holy rites produced you, Heaven and Earth, the Friends of men, Hill-haunting God the Goddesses. They bruised him where the roar was loud.