You made the youthful Chyavana live like a charioteer—again youthful, again mounting the chariot. With eager first steps, all the savants praised you in the assemblies.

You made the aged Cyavana, when like a worn out chariot, again young and able to go; you bore theson of Tugra above the waters; all these your (exploits) are to be celebrated at our sacrifices.

Ye made Cyavana, weak and worn with length of days, young again, like a car, that he had power to move. Ye lifted up the son of Tugra from the floods. At our libations must all these your acts be praised.