ádribhiḥ sutó matíbhiś cánohitaḥ prarocáyan ródasī mātárā śúciḥ |
rómāṇi ávyā samáyā ví dhāvati mádhor dhā́rā pínvamānā divé-dive ||
4 Pressed by the stones, with hymns, and graciously inclined, illuminating both the Parents, Heaven and Earth, He flows in ordered season onward through the flee, a current of sweet juice still swelling day by day.