I invoke the luminous, bannered one, the triple-wheeled, pleasant chariot, the well-guided, widely returning—he whose auspicious hour and joining are known; I call him to you to drink, all unfilled.

The brilliant chariot, diffusing splendour, rolling lightly on its three wheels, offering an easy seat, and fullof many gifts, at whose yoking the Dawn was born, rich in marvellous treasures, I invoke that your chariot (OAśvins), come you here to drink.

The dappled kine who stream with milk prepare his draught of Soma juice: Clans in the birth-place of the Gods, in the three luminous realms of heaven.