2. O Indra, fill thy belly anew with meath that seems to flow from heaven.The sweet-voiced raptures of this juice have come, as 'twere to heaven. to thee.
3. Indra, victorious, Mitra-like, smote, like a Yati, Vritra dead.As Bhrigu quelled his foes, he cleft Vala in Soma's rapturous joy.