suvŕ̥d rátho vartate yánn abhí kṣā́ṃ yát tíṣṭhathaḥ krátumantā́nu pr̥kṣé |
vápur vapuṣyā́ sacatām iyáṃ gī́r divó duhitrā́ uṣásā sacethe ||
2 Light rolls your easy chariot faring earthward, what time, for food, ye, full of wisdom, mount it. May this song, wondrous fair, attend your glory: ye, as ye travel, wait on Dawn Heaven's Daughter.