May the threshing floors remain whole and unbroken, and may the heaps of grain stand tall and undiminished. Let the granaries overflow with abundance, and may those who carry the harvest be tireless and strong. In the beginning, there were those who first brought forth speech, guided by deep thought. With minds attuned to truth, they nurtured the sacred utterance, and as their words grew, they reached the fourth level of expression, following the name of the Cow, the symbol of plenty and wisdom. There is one who knows the father, the mother, and the son—he who exists and who, time and again, becomes the generous giver. He has covered the sky, the atmosphere, and the sun; he has become all that is—this entire world—and has brought it forth into being. Atharvan, the ancient father, kin to the gods, is the womb of the mother and the breath of the father; he is ever-youthful. The one who perceives this sacrifice with his mind, to him we speak and declare these truths. With sacred dung, he produces cakes for the rite; the shining one treads a broad path for the offering. He approaches the honeyed front with a reddish glow and, by his own form, brings forth all forms. With one, with ten, well-offered; with two for what is desired, with twenty; with three, you carry, with thirty. O Wind, release these offerings here in their proper groups. By sacrifice, the gods themselves sacrificed the sacrifice. These were the first laws, the primal order. Through this, they reached the heights of heaven, where the ancient Sādhyas, the gods, dwell. The sacrifice came into being, grew, was born, and flourished again. It became the sovereign of the gods; may this sacrifice bring wealth to us. When the gods offered oblations to the gods, mortals too, with their minds and intentions, made offerings. May we all rejoice in the highest heaven and witness that glory at the rising of the sun. With their own being and their offerings, the gods extended the sacrifice. Is there anything greater than that, which they revered with their oblation? Even the gods, in their inexperience, made offerings with dog’s flesh and with the limbs of cows, sacrificing in many ways. Whoever truly understands this sacrifice with the mind, let him speak and declare it among us. Aditi is the sky; Aditi is the atmosphere; Aditi is mother, father, and son. All the gods are Aditi; the five peoples are Aditi. She is birth and creation itself. We call upon Aditi, the great mother of the virtuous, wife of immortality, for her help. Mighty in power, unfading and vast, Aditi gives secure shelter and wise guidance. May we reach the earth and sky unharmed, under the protection of Aditi, who is like a divine, well-built ship—sinless and flowing—for our welfare. At the birth of strength, we praise the name of great Aditi, our mother, with our words. In her lap lies the wide atmosphere; may she grant us threefold protection. I have acted for the sons of Diti and Aditi, for the gods and their vast powers. Their abode is deep as the ocean, and none is more worthy of reverence than they. Go forth from good fortune to even greater prosperity; may Brihaspati lead you onward. From the best region of the earth, drive away hostility, and unite all people as your own. On the broad path was Pūṣan born—on the path of heaven and on the path of earth. In both his beloved abodes, he moves back and forth, all-knowing. May Pūṣan know all directions and lead us with the utmost fearlessness. Giver of well-being, radiant and all-powerful, never weary, let him go ahead, knowing the way. Pūṣan, under your protection, may we never suffer harm at any time. We are your singers here, praising you. Let Pūṣan extend his hand beyond, on the right. May what is lost return to us, and with what is recovered, may we be reunited. Sarasvati, your nourishing, joyful, gracious, and generous breast, by which you sustain all treasures—may we draw it here for our benefit. Your broad, thundering breast, lofty and divine, whose radiance adorns all—O god, do not destroy our crops with lightning, nor harm them with the sun’s rays. May the assembly and the council, daughters of Prajapati, protect me in harmony. By whose unity we are joined, may he instruct me, and may I speak beautifully among the gathered elders. We know your name, O assembly; you are called Unharmed. Let all your members be well-spoken toward me. Among those gathered, I grant brilliance and discernment. O Indra, let me share in the good fortune of this entire assembly. Whatever thought of yours has wandered elsewhere, or is bound here or there, we bring it back to you; may your mind delight in me. Just as the sun, rising among the stars, absorbs their brilliance, so do I take the radiance of those who hate, among women and men. However many rivals you see approaching, as the sun rises over those who sleep, so I take the radiance of those who hate. I praise Savitar, the wondrous god of wise action and true impulse, the treasure-holder, with a dear thought. His thought rises upward, shining in his strength; the skillful one with golden hands has measured out the sky with compassion. O god, raise him up to the highest place for the first father; grant him breadth and greatness. Then, O Savitar, day by day, grant us noble things and abundant cattle. The god Savitar, worthy of choice, grants treasures and long life to the fathers; let him drink soma, let him rejoice in this offering. Even the path-finder moves by his law. I choose that true-minded, splendid favor of Savitar—all-encompassing and gracious—which Kanva drew from him, rich and overflowing, like a thousand-streamed bull for fortune. O Bṛhaspati, O Savitar, make him grow and shine for great good fortune. Even if held back or hindered, release him; let all the gods together rejoice in him. May Dhātṛ, lord of the world, grant us wealth and fullness. May Dhātṛ grant the worshiper a long, unbroken life in the east. We seek the favor of the generous god. May Dhātṛ give all desirable things to the worshiper who longs for children at home. May all the gods, together with Aditi, grant him immortality. May the gifts of Dhātṛ and Savitar be accepted here; may Prajāpati, lord of treasures, and Agni favor us. May Tvaṣṭṛ and Viṣṇu, increasers of offspring, grant wealth to the sacrificer. O sky, break open this heavenly space; O earth, rise up. O lord Dhātṛ, ruler of the sky, remove the barrier for us.