With inner wheels the swift chariot for the son turned; the moving might reached by men like a chariot. By true hearing and heroic abandonment was mortal strength bound and its top made firm.

Come with your shining and well-guided chariot, (fitted) with excellen wheels, to our dwelling, (to bestow upon us) male offspring; cut off with secret indignation the heads of those obstructing (the adoration) of the mortal (who worships you).

Come to our home with friendly wheels, for offipring; come on your radiant chariot rich in heroes. Strike off, ye Twain, the heads of our assailants who with man's treacherous attack approach us.