1 The sages with the fingers' art have dressed and decked that vigorous Steed.

2 The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams,

To Him who supporteth heaven.

3 Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Purifier, they

Have sent, by wisdom, to the sky.

4 Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth,

The Lord of Speech infallible.

5 Him, green, beloved, many-eyed, the Sisters with pressing stones

Send down to ridges of the sieve.

6 O Purifier, priests hurry thee on in the Mighty One's name,

Thee who aidest song and cheerest the singer.