1 This Chariot-horse hath moved along the pathways, and the Purifier flowed like rain from heaven.

With us hath the juice with a thousand currents sunk in the wood, upon his Mother's bosom.

2 King, he hath clothed him in the robe of rivers, mounted the straightest-going ship of Order.

Sped by the Hawk the drop hath waxed in waters: the father drains it, drains the Father's offspring.

3 They come to him, red, tawny, Lord of Heaven, the watchful Guardian of the sweetness, the Lion.

First, Hero in the fight, he seeks the cattle, and with his eye the Steer is our protector.

4 They harness to the broad-wheeled car the mighty Courser whose back bears sweetness, unwearied, awful.

The twins, the sisters brighten him, and strengthen the vigorous Racer, these children of one dam.

5 Four pouring out the holy oil attend him, sitting together in the same container.

To him they flow, when purified, with homage, and still, from every side, are first about him.

6 He is the buttress of the heavens, supporter of earth, and in his hand are all the people.

Be the team's Lord a well to thee the singer: cleansed is the sweet plant's stalk for deed of glory.

7 Fighting, uninjured come where the righteous are feasted; flow for the Mighty as slayer of the wicked.

Vouchsafe us ample riches very splendid: may we be masters of heroic vigour.