In the sacred gathering of voices, those who move in groups of three and seven, adorned in all forms, seek the blessing of the Lord of Speech. With reverence, they implore for strength and vitality to flow into them, yearning for the divine wisdom to dwell within their hearts and minds. They call upon the Lord of Speech, asking him to return alongside the divine mind, the master of wealth, to settle among them, ensuring that what they hear may take root and flourish within. Here, in this sacred space, they envision the Lord of Speech directing their thoughts like a bowstring drawn tight, urging them to embrace the knowledge that is shared. They unite in their plea, longing not to be deprived of the wisdom that is offered, inviting the presence of the Lord of Speech to guide them. They acknowledge the father of the arrow—Parjanya, the abundant giver, and recognize the mother of the hiss—Earth, rich in beauty. With a bowstring that bends for them, they seek fortitude, desiring their bodies to be as unyielding as stone, invoking strength to drive away enemies and dispel all hatred. They observe the sacred cows, who, in their reverence, worship the mighty arrow, Indra, asking him to protect them from the lightning's strike. As they reflect on the interconnectedness of all things, they seek to release that which burdens them, wishing for disease and discomfort to be cast away, just as arrows are shot forth from a bow across the open plains. They understand that within the entrails of the cows and the depths of the earth lies the sacred essence of life, desiring all that is held within to be freed and purified. The sisters of the sacrifice journey along their paths, filtering milk mingled with honey, as they invoke the divine Waters—the bringers of happiness—where the cattle drink and thrive. They offer their prayers to the Rivers, recognizing that within the waters lies ambrosia and healing, and they beseech the Waters to bless them with strength and nourishment, as a mother lovingly shares with her child. With every invocation, they seek the essence of the Waters to renew them, to grant them healing and protection, so that they may bask in the warmth of the Sun for a long time. They call upon the streams and rains to bring forth happiness and well-being, welcoming the blessings that flow from the sacred depths. In their devotion, they turn to Agni, the divine flame, asking him to bring forth the sorcerers and fiends who harbor ill will against them. They praise Agni, the slayer of enemies, imploring him to consume the sorcerer of Taulasa and scatter those who wish them harm. With the mighty Indra by his side, they seek to dispel all negativity, inviting the sorcerers to reveal themselves and confess their intentions, while Agni's all-seeing gaze scorches their malevolence. As they offer their oblation, they envision it carrying away the Yātudhānas, just as a river washes away its foam. They welcome the one who praises, asking for mastery over their challenges, while Agni and Soma strike apart the forces that oppose them. They beseech the divine to destroy the offspring of the Yātudhāna, leading them away from their sacred space, and they pray for Agni to uncover the hidden origins of their adversaries, growing stronger through their collective prayers. Thus, in this sacred narrative, the voices rise in unity, invoking the divine powers that protect and bless them, seeking strength, healing, and the fulfillment of their deepest aspirations.