In reverent invocation, the goddesses, skilled in their steps and joyful, united and bearing all names, are called to come forth with the gods. They are invited into the cattle-pen, into the sacred seat, where ghee is to be poured, sanctifying the space and inviting prosperity. A prayer arises for abundance and vitality: let that which flows most freely be even more flowing than that which does not; let that which is richest in sap surpass the less sappy; let what melts most easily outshine the less yielding. The invocation continues, naming the sources of ghee—whether it comes from the neck, the sides, the joints, or flows of its own accord—all are gathered for the offering. Attention turns to ailments: whoever suffers from itching, stands afflicted with scabs, or bears any kind of skin disease, even those lodged on the hump of cattle, let all such maladies be driven out. The bird-like skin disease, which flits and enters humans, is addressed; this remedy is offered for both the unhealed and the healthy, providing healing to all. The origin of skin diseases is known, and the ritual offering is made in the house, seeking their destruction. Indra, bold slayer of Vṛtra, is summoned to drink Soma in the vessel, to become strong in the battle for riches, especially at the midday pressing, and to grant abundant wealth. The Maruts, fierce and afflicting, are offered sacrifice and asked to be on the side of the supplicant. If any mortal with hostile intent seeks to harm or plot against the devotees, the Maruts, the Vasus, are implored to free them from the snares of deceit and to destroy the enemy with their powerful heat. The shining Maruts, dwelling in spacious abodes with their hosts and human followers, are asked to release the devotees from bonds of sin, to set them free, gladdening their hearts. Agni is approached: his strap, harness, and bindings are loosened, and he is called to blaze unceasingly. With divine prayer, Agni is yoked, upholder of power, asked to shine with wealth and blessings, to speak kindly to the worshippers and carry their offerings to the gods. The share which the gods made for Agni, gathering together at the new moon, is invoked to protect the sacrifice, to grant wealth and noble offspring. The new moon proclaims itself: the virtuous dwell within it, and all the gods and Sādhyas, led by Indra, have assembled there. Night arrives, gathering treasures, bringing strength and nourishment, entering among riches; oblations are offered to the new moon, which comes with abundance, milking out strength like milk. On the new moon, the all-pervading one alone creates all forms; whatever desires are offered, may they be fulfilled, so that the devotees may become masters of wealth. The full moon rises, triumphant, full behind and before, radiant in the midst. In her, dwelling with the gods in greatness, the worshippers rejoice with offerings on the summit of heaven. The bull, vigorous and full, is sacrificed to; may he grant inexhaustible, ever-increasing wealth. The Lord of creatures, creator of all forms, is entreated that whatever desires are offered may be fulfilled, and the devotees may become masters of wealth. The full moon stands as the first and most worthy of sacrifice among nights, surpassing the others; those who honor her with offerings, the virtuous, have entered heaven. Two children play, moving forward and back by their magic, circling the ocean: one surveys all beings, the other arranges the seasons; they are ever born anew. The radiant moon, herald of days, comes first with the dawn, distributing the share to the gods, granting long life. The moon is a portion of Soma, lord of battles, whose name is "not lacking"; thus, the prayer is for abundance in offspring and wealth. The moon is new, visible, whole, and complete; the devotee prays to be whole and complete, blessed with cows, horses, offspring, cattle, houses, and wealth. Whoever hates the devotee, and whom the devotee hates, may the moon fill him with its breath, while the devotee is filled with prosperity. Those whom the gods, with Soma, cause to thrive, whom the undying ones feed, may Indra, Varuṇa, and Bṛhaspati, guardians of the world, make the devotee thrive alongside them. A hymn is offered, well-praised and cattle-bringing, seeking auspicious riches. The gods are asked to lead the sacrifice, letting streams of ghee, sweet with honey, flow forth. Agni is received at the forefront, along with sovereignty, brilliance, and strength; offspring and life are placed within the devotee, with the sacred utterance "Svāhā"—Agni is invoked. Agni is asked to establish wealth, to prevent those of old intent, the destroyers, from taking him away. With sovereignty, Agni is to have good control; his worshipper, unwearied, is to grow for him. Agni followed after all the Dawns, day after day, the first Knower-of-beings, following the rays of the Sun and entering heaven and earth. He shone forth before all the Dawns, spreading out the rays of the Sun in many ways, extending over heaven and earth. Ghee belongs to Agni in the heavenly seat; Manu has kindled him today with ghee. The divine Daughters of the Sky are called to bring ghee, and the cows are asked to yield ghee for Agni. In the waters, King Varuṇa’s golden, measured abode is found. From there, the king of firm vows is asked to release all bonds. From bond to bond, Varuṇa is implored to release the devotees, especially when they call upon the waters and Varuṇa. The highest snare is to be lifted, the lowest loosened, and the middle untied; then, in Āditya’s law, may the devotees, sinless, belong to Aditi. Varuṇa is asked to release all snares—those above, below, and his own—driving away evil dreams and misfortune, so the devotees may reach the world of the righteous. Agni, immortal Jātavedas, glorious and unassailable, upholder of sovereignty, is called to shine, releasing all illnesses among men and protecting life with blessings. Indra, born with strength and power, bull among peoples, has driven away hostile, unfriendly folk, making wide space for the gods. Like a fearsome beast roaming the mountains, Indra is called from afar, the distant place, to fit the sharp arrow to the bow, strike down enemies, and scatter foes. Finally, the strong one yoked by the gods, bearer of might, overcomer of chariots, with unbroken wheel and swift in battle—Tārkṣya—is called upon for well-being, completing the cycle of invocation, healing, and blessing.