1Bhuh! Bhuvah! Svar!

2Let the Vasus anoint thee with the Gayatri metre. Let the Rudras anoint thee with the Tristubh metre. Let the Adityas anoint thee with the Jagati metre.

3As the wind hath gone to the waters, Indra's dear body, By that path, O praiser, Bring back to us the horse.

4O thou that hast barley, that hast grain, (bring) renown for me;

5For barley, for milk, this food eat, O ye gods; this food eat, O Prajapati.

6They yoke the tawny ruddy one, Which goeth round them that stand; The lights shine in the sky.

7They yoke his dear steeds On either side of the chariot,

8Dark, strong, bearing heroes. A Making a banner for that which hath none, Form for the formless, O ye men, Thou wert born with the dawns.