pra somasya pavamānasyormaya indrasya yanti jaṭharaṃ supeśasaḥ dadhnā yad īm unnītā yaśasā gavāṃ dānāya śūram udamandiṣuḥ sutāḥ
Onward to Indra's throat move, beauteously adorned, the waves of Soma as he purifies himself, When they, brought forward with the lovely curd of kine, effused, have cheered the Hero to bestow his gifts.