1 That general Car of yours, invoked by many a man, that comes to our offerings, three-wheeled, meet for lauds,

That circumambient Car, worthy of the rite, we call with our pure hymns at earliest flush of dawn.

2 Ye, O Helpers, mount that early-harnessed Car, that travels early, laden with its freight of balm,

Wherewith ye, Heroes, visit clans who worship, even the poor man's worship where the priest attends.

3 If to the deft priest with the sweet drink in hand, or to the kindler firm in strength, the household friend,

Or to the sage's poured offerings ye approach, come thence now to receive the offered gift.