To this fearful one we offer salutations; O Dawn, you did not make the bright burden heavy. Whose abode is hearing, whose name is the sense, the light-maker, the green one, we invoke.

Beautiful Uṣas, now present the oblation in this rite to the formidable, praise-deserving Indra, whose all-sustaining, celebrated, and characteristic radiance has impelled him hither and thither, (in quest) of (sacrificial) food, as (a charioteer drives) his horses (in various directions).

To him the terrible, most meet for lofty praise, like bright Dawn, now bring gifts with reverence in this rite, Whose being, for renown, yea, Indra-power and light, have been created, like bay steeds, to move with speed.