1 Yonder goes up that light: Thy chariot is yoked that travels round upon the summit of this heaven. Within this car are stored three kindred shares of food, and a skin filled with meath is rustling as the fourth.

2 Forth come Thy viands rich with store of pleasant meath, and cars and horses at the flushing of the dawn, stripping the covering from the surrounded gloom, and spreading through mid-air bright radiance like the sun.

3 Be gracious to the meath with lips accustomed to the gift; harness for the meath's sake the chariot that Thou lovest. Refresh the way Thou goest, refresh the paths with meath: hither, O Helper, bring the skin that holds the meath.

4 The swans Thou hast are friendly, rich in store of meath, gold-pinioned, strong to draw, awake at early morn, swimming the flood, exultant, fain for draughts that cheer: Thou comest like flies to our offerings of the meath.

5 Well knowing solemn rites and rich in meath, the flames sing to the morning Helper at the break of day, when with pure hands the prudent energetic priest hath with the stones pressed out the provision rich in meath.

6 The rays advancing nigh, chasing with day the gloom, spread through the firmament bright radiance like the sun; and the sun harnessing his horses goeth forth: Thou through Thy godly nature let his paths be known.

7 Devout in thought I have declared, O Truthful One, Thy chariot with good steeds, which lasts for ever, wherewith Thou travellest swiftly through the regions to the prompt worshipper who brings his gift.