Hail to the divine horse, born ere the dawn of days,
Whose cosmic origin doth reach beyond the mortal ken,
Whose form was shaped by the invisible hand of truth eternal.

In that far time when the gods did first separate the waters,
When the sky was drawn away from the earth by mighty Indra,
The horse did spring forth glorious from the cosmic sacrifice,
His hooves did strike the hard stone and make it flow like water.

Lo, he is the offspring of the wind and of the fire,
His breath is the sacred wind that bloweth o'er all lands,
His body beareth the mark of the lightning's holy touch.
What speed hath he! What majesty! What power to stride o'er mountains!

His neck doth arch with pride, his mane doth flow like rivers,
His tail doth sweep the dust of heaven in its wake,
And where his feet do strike the ground, the flowers spring up blooming.

The horse doth carry in his heart the memory of the gods,
The knowledge of the sacred paths that lead through earth and sky,
The wisdom of the cosmic order that doth bind all things together.
He knoweth the secret names, he heareth the unspoken words,
He seeth with his eyes the shapes of things invisible.

O noble beast, thou art the link 'tween heaven and the mortal realm,
Thy sacrifice doth make the bond eternal and complete.
Thy flesh shall nourish those who offer thee with reverence true,
Thy bones shall strengthen all the works that humans do achieve,
Thy spirit shall ascend unto the gods most high.

We praise thee, O divine horse, bearer of our hopes and dreams,
We sing thy glory in this hymn with hearts that burn with faith,
We offer up our thanks for all the wonders thou hast given,
The swiftness and the strength, the courage and the noble heart.

May we be worthy of thy sacrifice, may we honor thy great name,
May we remember ever that thou art the gift divine.