Heaven, Earth, and the vast atmosphere bestowed their boundless expanse upon me. Agni, Sūrya, the waters, intelligence, and all the gods together granted me their gifts. I am enduring and supreme, known by name upon the earth; I am victorious, all-conquering, master of desires, and destroyer of vain hopes. O goddess, that greatness which the gods first spoke and spread forth—when you, noble-born one, entered, you established the four directions, giving order to the world. You shaped the villages and the wilderness, the assemblies and the gatherings, the battles and the meetings upon the earth; may we speak well and wisely among them all. As a horse stirs up dust, so too did the people who measured the earth arise. Foremost and delightful, guardian of the world, you hold the trees and plants in your grasp. My words are honeyed and victorious; what I see obeys me. I am radiant and full of vigor, striking down those who oppose me. Peaceful, fragrant, pleasant, and rich in milk, abundant in nourishment—may the earth always speak for me and be with me, together with her sustaining milk. Viśvakarman sought you with offerings, O Earth, and entered into the inner sea and the dust; you are the vessel of enjoyment, hidden yet revealed among the mothers. You are the support of people, Aditi, wish-fulfilling and ever-spreading. Whatever is lacking, you fill; you are Prajāpati, first-born of truth. May your lap be free from disease and sickness for us, O Earth; may your children be healthy, and may we, awakened to long life, always offer to you. Mother Earth, place me well, firmly established in auspiciousness; united with heaven, O wise one, grant me glory and prosperity. Now, addressing the ills and dangers that may arise, the reed is urged to grow elsewhere, and the lead is offered as its portion. Disease among cattle and people is sent away to the lowest depths. With the two hands of the curse and the evil curse, and with the imitative hand, all disease and death are driven away. Death, destruction, and hostility are cast out. Whoever hates us, O Agni, let him consume the flesh of the dead; those whom we hate, we hand over to you. If Agni the flesh-eater, or a tiger, or any other being has entered the cattle-pen, with offerings of beans and butter, I drive him far away—let him go to the waters or to other fires. Whatever the angry ones have done in wrath, O Agni, against the dead, with your favor we restore and rekindle you. May the Ādityas, Rudras, Vasus, Brahmā, the givers of wealth, and Bṛhaspati grant you long life for a hundred autumns. If the flesh-eating Agni has entered our house, seeing another Jātavedas, I remove him for the ancestral offering; let him kindle the sacred fire in the highest abode. I drive the flesh-eating Agni far away; may the stream of enemies go to Yama, king of the dead. Here, let the other Jātavedas, the god, carry the offering to the gods, knowing it. The flesh-eating Agni, impelled and deadly, is removed; I command him with the household fire, that his share may be among the ancestors’ world. I drive away the flesh-eating Agni, appeased and praised, along the paths of the ancestors; let him not return by the ways of the gods. Remain among the ancestors, awaken there. The bright, pure, shining ones are kindled together for well-being—pure, radiant, and purifying. The kindled Agni leaves the enemy behind, advances, and purifies again with his brightness. The god Agni, bright, ascends to the heights of heaven; released from impurity, may we be free from harm and misfortune. In this bright Agni we cleanse away enmities and become pure, worthy of sacrifice; may he carry us beyond, to long life. The bright, the shining, the destroyer, and the voiceless one—all these, knowing, drive disease far away. If among our horses, heroes, cows, or goats the flesh-eating Agni is present, we drive him away. From other men, from cows, from horses, we drive away the flesh-eating Agni, who is born for the sake of life. In him the gods and men purified themselves; anointed with clarified butter, O Agni, ascend to heaven. Kindled and invoked, O Agni, do not depart from us; shine here, so that we may see the sun by day. Be gracious in the lead, in the reed, in Agni, and in the bright fire; also in the uncut branch, the headpiece, and the support. Having removed impurity from the head and strengthened the crown, cleansed by the unmeasured river, you become pure, fit for the sacrifice. Go beyond, O Death, follow a path other than the one leading to the gods; I speak to you with sight and hearing—may many heroes be with you. The living have turned away from the dead; today, the invocation of the gods is auspicious for us. We have come forward for dance and laughter; being strong, may we speak well in the assembly. A boundary is set for the living; let not the other cross over. May they live a hundred autumns, many in number, with a mountain placed between themselves and death. Rise up, choosing old age as your portion; striving in order, stand firm. May the builder, with good offspring and harmony, lead all your life to long living. As the days proceed in order, as the seasons move together with their times, let the latter not abandon the former; thus, O Creator, arrange their lifespans. The stony river is to be crossed—take hold together, be strong, cross over, O friends. Here, abandon those who are evil; without sickness, let us cross to the further shore with our prizes. Rise up, cross over, O friends; this stony river flows. Abandon the inauspicious ones; with the auspicious, let us cross to the further shore with our prizes. Embrace the radiance of the universal gods, pure, shining, and bright. Passing over the footprints of evil, may we, all-victorious, rejoice for a hundred winters. Crossing over by the northern paths, filled with air, leaving the lower behind—thrice seven times the sages, having departed, repelled death by stepping over with their feet.