1 Let us recite the praise of Dadhikravan: may all the mornings move me to exertion; praise of the Lord of the Waters, the dawn, and the Radiant One, the Lord of Prayer, the Son of Angiras, and the sun, signs of God.

2 Brave, seeking war and booty, dwelling with the good and with the swift, may he hasten the food of dawn. May he the true, the fleet, the lover of the course, the bird-like Dadhikravan, bring food, strength, and light.

3 His pinion, rapid runner, fans him in his way, as of a bird that hastens onward to its aim, and, as it were a falcon's gliding through the air, strikes Dadhikravan's side as he speeds on with might.

4 Bound by the neck and by the flanks and by the mouth, the vigorous Courser lends new swiftness to his speed. Drawing himself together, as his strength allows, Dadhikras springs along the windings of the paths.

5 The swan homed in light, the dweller in mid-air, the priest beside the altar, in the house the guest, dweller in noblest place, mid men, in truth, in sky, born of flood, kine, truth, mountain, he is holy Law.