3Even here is he who, swift of course, hath with the river's wave Rowed down. From heaven upon the straining cloth.

4With might. producing glare, the juice enters the purifying sieve, Far-seeing, sending forth its light.

5Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice For Indra is poured forth as meath.

6In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the golden-hued, Indu for Indra, for his drink.