May safety surround us on every side—may the heavens above and the earth below shelter us; may Soma, the bringer of delight, and Savitṛ, the inspirer, grant us their protection. Let the midspace remain secure, and with the sacred offerings of the Seven Sages, may safety be woven into our lives. For this village, and for all the four directions, we invoke Savitṛ to bestow abundant strength and well-being. May Indra, unconquered by enemies, keep us safe, and may the wrath of kings turn elsewhere, far from our dwelling. Let no foe rise against us from beneath or above; O Indra, protect us from threats behind and before, so that we may live in peace. We offer worship for the mind, for thought and understanding, for intention and awareness; for wisdom, hearing, and sight, we make our offerings with reverence. For every breath—exhalation, inhalation, and the vital airs that nourish us—we honor Sarasvatī, vast and all-encompassing, with our offerings. May the divine seers, guardians of our bodies and those born among us, never abandon us. O immortals, join with mortals—grant us a generous span of life and safe passage through its journey. As one loosens a bowstring, so do I release anger from the heart, so that, united in purpose, we may act together as friends. Let us lay aside anger as one lays a heavy stone to rest, and stand firmly over it, so that discord does not arise between us. May my mind be brought under your gentle control, so that no harsh words pass between us. Here is sacred grass, pure and free from anger, fit for noble conduct; it is called the pacifier of wrath. With many roots, it stands firm, rising from the earth and even reaching the ocean—a symbol of peace and restraint. We cast away your destructive weapons, leading away all harm, so that harmony may dwell between us. From the sky, from the earth, and from all that exists, may disease depart from you, as trees stand upright and dream in their stillness. A hundred remedies, a thousand gathered together—may the best, the most excellent, flow forth and destroy all affliction. You are the urine of Rudra, the navel of immortality; your name is Viṣāṇakā, sprung from the ancestors' roots, destroyer of wind-borne disease. Depart, O evil mind! Why do you whisper harm? I do not desire you—go, wander among the trees and forests. Let my mind dwell in the warmth of homes and among cattle, in peace. Drive out all that is hostile, whether awake or asleep; may Agni remove every evil deed, casting them far away from us. O Indra, O Lord of Speech, even if we falter, may the wise Āṅgirasas deliver us from misfortune and sin. O dream, you are neither living nor dead, but the immortal seed among the gods. Varuṇānī is your mother, Yama your father; you are called Araru. We know your origin, son of divine mothers, agent of Yama, named Antaka—Death itself. Protect us from evil dreams. As one joins the parts of a hoof or tendon, so do we gather all evil dreams and lead them away from us and from our friends. May Agni, the universal and creative, bringer of happiness, protect us at the morning pressing; may the purifier grant us wealth and long life, that we may share food together. May all the gods—the Maruts, Indra—not forsake us at the second pressing. May we speak what is dear to them, win their favor, and live long. At the third pressing, the wise fill the cup with nectar; let the shining and unaging Saudhanvanā bring us the finest offering. You are a falcon, with the Gāyatrī meter—I grasp you. Bring me prosperity on the upward path of the sacrifice. Svāhā! You are an Ṛbhu, with the Jagatī meter—I grasp you. Grant me prosperity on the sacred path. Svāhā! You are a bull, with the Triṣṭubh meter—I grasp you. May you bring me prosperity at the ascending way of the sacrifice. Svāhā! O Agni, no mortal can harm your form; you are like a monkey, consuming your own offspring as a cow with her afterbirth. Like a ram, you are praised and invoked; your jaws devour above and below. With your head, you strike the heads of the waters, consuming the fibers with your green flames. The winged ones utter speech, the black ones cry out in the fields; they carry away the uppermost portion, and many seeds are placed, resting upon the sun. Strike down the tarda, the samaṅka, and the ākhuma, O Aśvins—crush their heads and backs, listen to my plea. Let their mouths remain closed, let them not harm us; grant us safety and abundance of grain. The tarda, pataṅga, jabhya, and upakvasa are all moths; yet, like offerings in the Brahman's abode, these barley grains remain untouched by them. O lord of the tarda, lord of the vagha, you with sharp jaws, hear me. All forest pests and whatever others there may be—we subdue them all. Purified by the wind, Soma moves swiftly, yoked with Indra as a friend. May the waters, our mothers, cleanse us; may those rich in ghee purify us with their essence, for the divine waters carry away all defilement. To you, O pure ones, I come, cleansed and purified. Whatever offense is committed here, O Varuṇa, among the gods—whether in ignorance or intent—release us from that sin, O wise one; do not let us suffer for it. The sun rises from the womb of heaven, driving away the Rakṣasas before him; the Āditya, seen by all, destroys the unseen lurking in the mountains. The cows have settled in their pen, wild animals have withdrawn, the rivers have subsided, and the unseen beings have vanished. I have brought life, wisdom, and the renowned plant of Kanva; I have brought all-healing remedies—may they pacify all unseen forces. May Heaven and Earth, wise and radiant, protect this for me with their great right hand. May Soma, Agni, Vāyu, Savitṛ, and Bhaga, each in their proper order, guard and preserve us always.