2. Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter--Indu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the God who gladdens for the God's enjoyment.
3. He flows, as he is cleansed, to sacred duties, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices.Indu hath, clothed in powers that suit the season, on the raised fleece engaged the ten swift fingers.