2. Parjanya is the sire of the leaf-bearing Bull: on mountains, in earth's centre hath he made his home.The waters have flowed forth, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.
3. To glory goest thou, a Sage with ordering skill, like a groomed steed thou rushest forward to the prize.Be gracious to us, Soma, driving off distress! Thou goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state.