Agni Jātavedas, the God, has looked to meet the bright Dawns. Come on your chariot, ye who travel widely, come to this sacrifice of ours, Nāsatyas.
You produce light for all the world of creatures, Savitar, the God, has raised his banner high. With sunbeams, Surya fills the sky, the earth, and heaven.
The Red Dawn comes, riding with brightness, distinguished by her beams, gay-hued and mighty. The Goddess, on her nobly-harnessed car, awakens men to happiness, approaches.
May those most powerful steeds and chariot bring you, O Aśvins, at the break of morning. Here for your draught of meath are Soma juices: at this sacrifice, rejoice, ye Mighty.
How is it that, unbound and unsupported, he does not fall although directed downward? By what self-power moves he? Who has seen it? He guards the vault of heaven, a close-set pillar?