Broad is your chariot rolling around the sky and the earth, moving from the sea; sweet, O noble ones, your sweetness draws you forth; the strong-bodied seek you, rich and ripe in prowess.

Your chariot travels widely round the heaven until it plural ces you beyond the firmament; dispensers of sweet (water, the priests) are diluting the Soma juice with milk, that the boiled (barley) may be united with the libation offered to you.

In the wide space your chariot reacheth heaven, what time it turneth hither from the ocean. Sweets from your sweet shall drop, lovers of sweetness! These have they dressed for you as dainty viands.