A well-driven chariot circles where the sky is broad; he stands where oblations are placed. I uphold this laudatory song, the milk of heaven, and the wellspring of rain with my voice.

Your easy-rolling car alights upon the earth, where favourable to the sacred rite, you stop for the sake of the (sacrificial) food; may this hymn, promotive of your person nal (welfare), be associated with your forms, and do you unite with the dawn, the daughter of heaven.

Light rolls your easy chariot faring earthward, what time, for food, ye, full of wisdom, mount it. May this song, wondrous fair, attend your glory: ye, as ye travel, wait on Dawn Heaven's Daughter.