May the bonds of Varuṇa, whether tight above or below, be loosened from us, freeing us from the grip of evil dreams and misfortune. Let all that binds us—be it by wood, rope, the earth itself, or by words—be released, as the sacred Gārhapatya fire leads us away from such fetters, guiding us toward the world of the righteous. May the blessed one, known as the deliverer, rise among us in the assembly, and may the giver of immortality grant us release from all bondage. Let the paths be opened, the bonds broken, and the bound set free; just as an embryo slips effortlessly from the womb, so may we pass along every path unimpeded. To Viśvakarman, the wise and first-born of truth, I dedicate this share. May what we have offered carry us beyond old age, allowing us to cross over the unbroken thread of existence. Some cross that stretched thread, those who have received the ancestral gift, while others, free from bonds, continue to give and bestow. May all who desire to give attain heaven. Let all come together, striving and uniting in faith with this world; whatever is cooked and offered into the fire, may the couple find protection in it. With austerity and a united mind, I ascend to the great sacrifice. O Agni, called forth, may we rejoice beyond old age in the third heaven, partaking in the shared feast. I seat pure and worthy women separately in the hands of the priests, anointing them for their desire. May Indra with the Maruts grant fulfillment to them. To you, O assembled ones, I offer this seat, a treasure brought by Jātavedas; may the sacrificer follow with well-being, recognized in the highest heaven. O gods, assembled in the highest heaven, know him who knows this world, and may his rites and gifts be fulfilled. The gods are ancestors, and the ancestors are gods; who I am, that I am. I cook, I give; I sacrifice, I offer what is given—do not reject me. O king, stand firm in heaven, and let this offering stand firm as well; know our fulfillment, and as a god, be gracious to us. From the great sky and the midspace, a small drop of water has fallen upon me. With all its strength and essence, O Agni, with sacred chants and righteous deeds, I am sustained. If the drop has fallen from a tree, it is its fruit; if from the midspace, it is the wind itself. Wherever it touches, may the waters drive away misfortune. Let anointment, fragrance, prosperity, gold, and brilliance be mine, along with a worthy son. Let all purifying things be spread over me, and may misfortune, distress, and enmity never reach me. O tree, may you grow strong and heroic, our friend and a crossing. Bound with cows, be strengthened and victorious. Raised from heaven and earth, gathered with strength from the trees, covered with the vigor of waters and wrapped with cows, offer Indra’s thunderbolt, the chariot, with our oblation. May the strength of Indra, the host of the Maruts, the embryo of Mitra, and the navel of Varuṇa accept our offering, bringing the chariot and grasping the gifts. Let earth and sky breathe forth; your power, O drum, is established in many places. With Indra and the gods, drive enemies far away. Let your sound resound, bringing us strength and power; drive away misfortunes, O drum, for you are Indra’s fist—be strengthened. Let us conquer, let the mighty conquer, as the drum resounds and banners fly. Let men with horses and chariots fly forth for us; O Indra, may our charioteers be victorious. From the swelling, red, bloody plant, O tree, and from the spreading herb, I remove even the flesh. For the two swellings, O balāsa, hidden in the armpit and groin, I know the healing remedy, the all-seeing cīpudru. Whatever affliction is in the limb, ear, or eye, we drive out the spreading, the swelling, and the heart disease. We send away the unknown, downward-moving yaksma. The stars made Śakadhūma their king. I have sent forth prosperity to him—may his kingdom be secure. May prosperity be ours at midday, in the evening, in the morning, and at night. From day and night, from the stars, sun, and moon, may prosperity be ours; O king Śakadhūma, grant this to us. To him who brings us prosperity at all hours, O king of the stars, we offer our homage. With Bhaga, Śāṃśapena, Indra, and the earth, I make myself fortunate; may adversities not approach me. By the power that overcomes the trees, with Bhaga and brilliance, may I be made fortunate and free from adversity. O Fortune, blind and returning, set among the trees, by you may I be made fortunate, and may my enemies be exhausted. The longing of charioteers, the desire of the Apsarases—O gods, drive away that longing so it causes me no sorrow. May my beloved remember me, and may longing not cause me sorrow. But as she remembers me, may I not remember her—let longing not trouble me. O Maruts, O midspace, O Agni, bring me joy and let longing not bring me grief. Let longing fall away from my head, my wealth, my body—O gods, drive it away that it not cause me sorrow. O Anumati, be favorable to this act and intention; to the offering, homage—let longing not cause me sorrow. When you, O Ashvin, run three or five leagues and return again, you are the father of our sons. Thus, through prayers and offerings, through the release from bonds and misfortune, through the seeking of prosperity, healing, and joy, the faithful move ever closer to the world of the righteous, upheld by the gods and ancestors, sustained by sacrifice, and protected by the blessings of the heavens and the earth.