Stomas (hymns) praise you with sacred utterances; you energize the ritual wealth that does not diminish—O generous one—like a chariot for the warrior Arjuna.

Wanderer in various ways your worshippers hymn you with (sacred) songs; you who, bright-hued, tosses the swollen (cloud) like a neighing horse.

To thee, O wanderer at will, ring out the lauds with beams of day, Who drivest, like a neighing steed, the swelling cloud, O bright of hue.