Thou who bearest thy manly might among the high thrones of heaven, we beseech thee for a thing most dear, through this fair rite well wrought.

Thou who hast snared the daring, and art worthy of song, whose charge is vast, whose joy is stirring— thou art swift to shatter a hundred strongholds.

From on high, from the heavens, the steadfast falcon bore thee, O king, to treasure, thou of firm will.

It was that all might behold the sun, that the bird bore thee forth to be held in common— the herdsman of truth, passing through the airy fields.

And lo, being stirred forth, he hath won a greatness yet higher, fitting for Indra— as the boundless begetter of might unmatched.