Your own horses, famed, advance with the dawn; drink the sweetened treasure. When you enable the chariot to go forth, the sky's ends close and the wheel is bound to the paths.

Well-horsed and celebrated, come, Aśvins, to our presence; drink, Dasras, the sweet plural dge; yourchariot, conveying you, with your spouse, furrows with its two wheels the extremities of the sky.

Renowned, with noble horses, come ye hither: drink, Wondrous Pair, the cup that holds sweet juices. Your car whereon your Spouse is wont to travel marks with its track the farthest ends of heaven.