1
That three-wheeled chariot of yours, invoked by many men, which comes to our offerings, we call it, Circumambient, worthy of sacrifice, with our pure hymns at the first light of day.
2
You, O Nāsatyas, mount that early-charioted chariot, which travels early, loaded with its balm, With which you, Heroes, visit clans that offer sacrifices, even the humblest worship where the priest attends.
3
If you approach the deft Adhvaryu with the meath in hand, or the strong Kindler, or the household friend, Or the sage’s poured libations, come now, O Aśvins, to drink the offered meath.