There was a fierce hunter, Agni with sacrificial beast-like brilliance; yoked iron, may he draw you, O strong chariot, with abundant draughts. Hear my venerated offering, O Ashvins.

The dawn has come; the Agni of the season, blazing with the oblation has been plural ced (upon the altar); showerers of wealth, subduers of foes, your immortal chariot has been harnessed; masters of mystic lore, hear my invocation.

Dawn with her white herd hath appeared, and in due time hath fire been placed. Harnessed is your immortal car, O WonderWorkers, strong and kind. Lovers of sweetness, bear my call.