O Agni, the radiant one, we call upon you to bring forth the eager gods and welcome them into your sacred abode. May they, satisfied with the sweet offerings of food and drink, bestow their treasures and blessings upon us. To all you gods who have come to our pressing with favor, we have prepared your seats with care and ease. Bearing your own riches, ascend joyfully to the warm heaven, bringing wealth with you. Go now, O gods, to the sacrifice, to the lord of sacrifice, and return to your own divine source—svāhā! This is your offering, O lord of sacrifice, sung with a thousand hymns; may it bring us good fortune—svāhā! To those who have received offerings with the vaṣaṭ call, and to those who have not, O gods who know and walk the true path, continue onward upon it. O lord of mind, may our sacrifice, among the gods in heaven, be accepted—svāhā in heaven, svāhā on earth, svāhā in the midspace, svāhā in the wind, svāhā everywhere! Let the strewn grass, the offering, and the ghee be united; let them be joined with the wealth of Indra, with the Maruts, and with all the gods. May this united offering reach Indra—svāhā! Spread and lay the sacred grass well around the altar. Do not disturb the kin, nor the one rooted deeply. The seat of the Hotṛ, green and golden, shines as an ornament in the world of the sacrificer. Turn away from us evil dreams, sinful dreams, and misfortune. With sacred utterance, I set a barrier—may all faces of troubling dreams turn aside and become pure. Whatever food I eat in dreams, which does not come to me in the morning, let all that be auspicious for me, for such things are not seen by day. With reverence, I bow to Heaven and Earth, to the midspace, and even to Death. Standing upright, I look up and pray: may the lords not harm me. Who, among the gods, will drive away from us this harmful one who seeks the wealth of warriors? Who, desiring sacrifice and fulfillment, will grant us long life? Who, having received the speckled cow—given by Varuṇa to Atharvan, ever-yielding, always with a calf, and dear to Bṛhaspati—arranges his life as he wishes? Turning away from human speech, I choose the divine word. Let us return with right guidance, together with all our friends. O Agni Jātavedas, whatever forgetfulness we have committed, knowingly or unknowingly, protect us from its consequences, O wise one. May we attain immortality among good friends. The seven rays of the sun carry away the darkness of day, and the streams of the oceanic waters remove the dart of affliction. Whoever wishes us harm—whether openly hostile or secretly so, whether known or unknown—O Agni, may the returning, giving one, keep them away; let not their offspring remain. Whoever attacks us, whether we sleep or wake, stand or move, O Jātavedas, with Vaiśvānara as your ally, burn them up as you face them. Homage to the fierce, tawny one who is master over himself at the dice. With ghee, I appease the losing throw—may he be gracious to us in this matter. O Agni, carry away the dust, sand, and grit from the dice, with ghee for the Apsarases. As the gods rejoice in their share of the oblation, may they delight in both kinds of offerings. The Apsarases rejoice in the feast shared between the sun and us; may they join my hands with ghee, and subdue my rival, the deceitful gambler. Pour forth new and returning fortune upon us with ghee; strike down, as with an axe to a tree, any who oppose us in return. He who brings us wealth by day, who governs the winning and losing of the dice—may that god, accepting this offering, grant us joy in the shared feast with the Gandharvas. ‘Samvasava’ is your name, O fierce dice, lords of the realm; to you we offer libations—may we become masters of riches. When I seek support from the gods, when I practice discipline, when I take up the tawny dice—may they be gracious to us in this matter. Agni and Indra, you have slain the adversaries for the worshipper, for you are both destroyers of foes. By your might, the worlds were conquered at the beginning, and all beings were established. O mighty ones, strong-armed, I invoke Agni and Indra, the slayers of adversaries. To you, O Indra and Bṛhaspati, the god grasped the ladle; come to us with our praises, O Indra, for the worshipper who pours the offering. You are Indra’s belly, the seat of Soma, the soul of gods and men. Here, generate offspring—may those who are here, and those elsewhere, find delight in this place. O Heaven and Earth, brightly shining, of noble vow and great ordinance, the seven divine waters have flowed forth—may they release us from distress. May they free me from curses, from the wrath of Varuṇa, from the fetters of Yama, and from every divine offense. O thirst, O remover of thirst, cut off that thirst! As those who have done wrong are bound, so bind thirst for the one who is to be restrained. You are thirst, and you are the remover of thirst; you are poison, and the poison-remover. As the rope is loosened from the bull, so release me. To you I give from my sides, from my heart, from the brightness of my mouth—I give you all your radiance. Let diseases depart, let evil words be driven away; let Agni destroy the harmful ones, and Soma the malevolent. Let the evil mark fall away, let it perish utterly; with an iron brand, I join you to your enemy. Whatever misfortune—poverty and ill-will—has fallen upon me, as a creeper falls from a tree, O Savitar, golden-handed, bestower of wealth, carry it away from us. A hundred forms of misfortune are born with the mortal, with his body and life; among them, we drive away the most sinful and ruinous ones—O Jātavedas, grant us the auspicious. With these prayers, I separate the fortunes, as one sorts cows in a herd; let the auspicious ones delight here, and let the most wicked depart from us. Homage to Rūrā, to the one who moves, to the impeller, to the bold; homage to the cold one, and to the fulfiller of ancient desires.