Up rose the teams, rejoicing in sweet juice; chariots and steeds move in the shining dawn. Waters, newly born, are revealed, wrapped about, golden, bright and fertile; the red becomes strong.

Your food-bearing, Soma-laden, well-horsed chariots, appearing at the opening of the dawn, scattering the surrounding darkness like the sun, and spreading bright radiance over the firmament.

Forth come your viands rich with store of pleasant meath, and cars and horses at the flushing of the dawn, Stripping the covering from the surrounded gloom, and spreading through mid-air bright radiance like the Sun.