O Angirasa, arise and take up the Brahma-slayer, that accursed being who has committed the gravest wrong. Deliver him up, for the time of reckoning has come. You, sacred force called Vaisvadevi, bound with the ritual cord, are invoked for this task. You burn with a consuming fire, and burn together with all your might—you are the thunderbolt of Brahman, a weapon of divine justice. Now, become death itself, O razor-edged one, and rush forth. You are the grantor of victory, of brilliance, of desired offerings and fulfilled wishes. When victory is won, it is you who bestows that triumph upon the deserving, here in this world. O sinless one, become the very path that leads away from the curse of the Brahmin—be the escape from dire consequence. Transform yourself into a mark for arrows, into one who destroys the destroyer. O sinless one, strike off the head of the Brahma-slayer—the wrongdoer, hated by the gods, the evildoer. Let Agni, the sacred fire, burn up the evil deed that has already been crushed and trampled by your power. Cut! Cut forth, cut together—burn! Burn forth, burn together! O goddess, burn up the Brahma-slayer from the very root, so that nothing of his evil remains. Just as from Yama’s dark abode, let him be sent far away from the worlds of evil. So do you, O goddess, for the Brahma-slayer—the wrongdoer, the god-hated, the evildoer. With the hundred-jointed thunderbolt, with the sharp razor-blade, strike off his shoulders, strike off his head. Cut off his hair, strip away his skin. Slice his flesh, tear away his sinews. Crush his bones, extract his marrow. Dislocate all his limbs and joints. Let Agni drive him, the flesh-eater, from the earth; let Vāyu, the wind, expel him from the vast atmosphere. Let Sūrya, the sun, drive him from the sky—let him be cast down, banished from all realms. Then, a powerful one rises from within the waters. "Rise up," the call goes forth. "Enter this realm, abounding in fair speech." The Red One, creator of all, bears this being well-supported for the kingdom. Again, the vigorous one emerges from the waters, entering and ascending to the present abodes. Bearing Soma, the sacred elixir, the waters, plants, cattle, all four-footed and two-footed beings are settled in their proper places. The fierce Maruts, born of Pṛśni, together with Indra, destroy the enemies. The Red One, rich in gifts, hears their call—thrice seven Maruts, sweetly mingled, join in the work. The Red One rises and ascends; the embryo of life enters the wombs of beings. With these forces, the impassioned one is found; seeing the path, the six broad ones establish the realm here. Thus, the Red One brings the kingdom, driving away all foes so that the land remains unharmed. For him, Heaven and Earth, rich in treasures, grant his desire with their abundant gifts. The Red One generated Heaven and Earth; there, the supreme one stretches out the thread of existence. There, the unborn, one-footed being takes his seat; by his might, Heaven and Earth are made firm. It is the Red One who brings stability to all—Heaven and Earth, the supporting pillar, the sky, the atmosphere, the measured regions. By him, the gods themselves found immortality. The Red One pervades all forms, growing and causing all things to grow. Ascending the sky with great majesty, he unites his kingdom with milk and ghee, the essence of nourishment. Those risings of yours, those great ascents by which you fill the sky and atmosphere, are nourished by the sacred word and milk—let them awaken in the kingdom of the Red One. The clans that arose from heat, following the Gāyatrī as a calf, have come here; may they enter with peaceful minds, and may the Red One, like a well-born calf, approach them. The Red One stands upright in the sky, generating all forms—ever young, ever wise. With sharp fire, he shines forth with light, and in the third region, he creates what is most dear. The thousand-horned bull, knower of all births, offered with ghee, supported by Soma and mighty indeed—may I not be left unprotected by you; may I not abandon you. Grant me the nourishment of cattle and of heroes. The Red One is the progenitor and mouth of the sacrifice; to him I offer with speech, with hearing, with mind. The gods approach the Red One with joyful hearts, and may he raise me up for the purpose of chanting. The Red One established the sacrifice for the All-Crafter; from him, all energies have come to me. I would declare your navel, the very seat of the world. To you, O radiant Jātavedas, have ascended the Bṛhatī and the Paṅkti meters; to you, the Uṣṇih meter, the vaṣaṭ syllable, and the Red One himself with the seed. This one holds the embryo of earth, this one holds the sky, this one holds the midspace. In the seat of Bradhna, he has spread out the heavenly realms. O Lord of Speech, may the earth be pleasant for us, may the womb and the bed be auspicious. May breath remain here in friendship with us; may the supreme Lord encircle you with life and brilliance. O Lord of Speech, the five seasons that have arisen for us through the All-Crafter, which have come together—may breath remain here in friendship with us; may the supreme Lord, O Red One, encircle you with life and brilliance.