Spur forth now, O Jātavedas, thou steed of prize and fame, and take thy seat upon this holy grass of ours.

For Jātavedas here—whose champions are seers, who giveth gifts and glories—I awaken a great song of praise.

The shining shafts of Jātavedas, that bear the offering unto the gods— with them, let him drive our worship home.