Praise be unto Dadhikrāvan, the divine stallion! Swift as the lightning he doth run! Swift as the very wind itself!

His hooves do touch the earth, and behold—he is already gone, moving at a speed that no mortal steed can match. His mane doth flow behind him like a river of fire. His tail doth brush the clouds as he gallops through the sky.

In battle, he is the mount of the mightiest warriors. Upon his back they do ride forth to victory. No enemy can stand against the man who rides upon Dadhikrāvan, the celestial horse.

Yet he is not merely a beast of burden. He is a god, dwelling in the heavens. He does possess wisdom and power beyond measure. The very stars do bow to his passage.

O Dadhikrāvan, thou swift one! Grant us thy blessing! May we be swift like thee in doing the will of the gods! May we be strong like thee in facing our enemies! May we be noble like thee in our dealings with all creatures!

O Dadhikrāvan, thou divine stallion! We sing thy praise! We honor thee! We do give ourselves unto thee!