2At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.

3On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well−beloved One, Even Pavamana, dropping meath.

4Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer, To seat thee in the place of song.

5Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm, Indu, for Indra, for his drink.