1 As for a chariot-race, the skilful Speaker, Chief, Sage, Inventor, hath, with song, been started. The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit drive on the Car-horse to the resting places.

2 The drop, pressed by wise men, becomes the banquet of the Heavenly People, made beautiful by hands of mortal men, with the sheep and cows and waters.

3 Steer sounding unto Steer, this Purifier, this juice runs to the white milk of the milch-cow. Through thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer, like the sun by his fair and open pathways.

4 Break down the strong seats even of the wicked: cleansing thee, robe thyself in vigour. Rend with thy swift bolt, coming from above them, those who are near and those who yet are distant.

5 Prepare the forward paths in ancient manner for the new hymn, thou Giver of all bounties. Those which are high and hard for foes to conquer may we gain from thee, Active! Food-bestower!

6 So purifying thee vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and cows, offspring and many children. Give us health, ample land, and lights, and grant us long to look upon the sunshine.