From you two came the gifts in days aforetime which Trasadasyu granted to the Pūrus. You gave the one who wins our fields and ploughlands, and the strong warrior who subdues the Dasyus.
And you gave mighty Dadhikrās, the one who gives many gifts, who visits all people, Swift hawk, swift and of varied color, like a brave king whom every true man must honor.
As if down a cliff, swift and rushing, each Pūru praises and his heart rejoices— Like a hero ready for battle, springing forth and circling the chariot, like a tempest.
He gains precious spoils in battles and moves, winning spoil among the cattle; In bright colors, looking on assemblies, beyond the churl, to worship of the living.
The folk loudly cry after him in battles, as if a thief stealing a garment; Racing to glory, or a herd of cattle, even as a hungry falcon swooping downward.
And, eager to come forth first among these armies, he rushes here and there with ranks of chariots, Like a bridegroom, making him a garland, tossing dust, champing reins that hold him.
That strong steed, victorious and faithful, obedient with its body in the fight, Straight ahead, amidst the swiftly pressing, throws over its head the dust it tosses upward.
And at his thunder, like the roar of heaven, those who attack tremble and are afraid; For when he fights against embattled thousands, dread is he in his struggle; no one can stop him.
The people praise the swift overpowering swiftness of this fleet steed who gives men abundance. They say of him when drawing back from battle. Dadhikrās has led his thousands forward.
Dadhikrās has spread the Fivefold People with vigor, as the Sun lights up the waters. May the strong steed who wins hundreds, thousands, repay with sweetness these my words and praises.