Be fleet as wind, strong steed, when thou art harnessed; go forth as swift as thought at God's sending. Let the possessors of all wealth yoke thee, and let God the Fashioner lay swiftness in thy feet.

2 That speed that lies concealed in thee, O charger, speed granted to the hawk or wind that wandered, therewith, strong steed, saving in shock of battle, endowed with might by might win thou the contest.

3 Bearing thy body, charger, may thy body run blessing us and winning thee protection. May he, unswerving, to uphold the mighty, establish his lustre in heaven.