O Lord of Speech, bestow upon us minds and thoughts filled with joy. In our cattle pens, let cows be born in abundance, and may offspring flourish in the wombs. Let our breath remain with us in friendship, and may the Supreme Lord surround you with unbroken life and radiant brilliance. The divine Savitar envelops you, Agni shines upon you with his brilliance, and Mitra and Varuṇa uphold you. Let all hostilities be dispelled; come, establish this realm where good and noble speech prevails. You, O Red One, are drawn by the spotted one in the chariot, traveling in splendor and driving away the waters. Rohiṇī, ever devoted to you, shines with golden radiance, great and magnificent. Through her may we gain every form of wealth and triumph in all battles. This, indeed, is the seat of Rohiṇī, the path of the Red One, along which the spotted one journeys. The Gandharvas and the Kaśyapas lead her forth, and the sages protect her from error. The horses of the sun, bearing banners, ever draw the immortal and delightful chariot. The Red One, resplendent, with clarified butter, entered the spotted one in the sky as a god. The Red One, the bull with sharp horns, became both fire and the sun. He upholds the earth and the sky, and from him the gods bring forth their creations. The Red One arose from the vast ocean and ascended fully into the sky; the Red One has risen. Let the nourishing cow of the gods, bearing clarified butter and untouched, be measured out. May Indra drink the Soma, let there be safety, and may Agni, with his praise, drive away our enemies. Agni is kindled, fed with fuel, grown strong with clarified butter, and offered with clarified butter. May the all-conquering Agni destroy my rivals and all who oppose me. May he slay and burn the enemy who stands against us. With the flesh-eating Agni, we consume our adversaries. Indra, strong-armed, strike down those who oppose us with your thunderbolt. Then, with Agni’s force, drive away my rivals. Agni, press our foes beneath us; bring pain to those of our own kin who are hostile, O Bṛhaspati. May Indra and Agni, Mitra and Varuṇa trample down those who bear ill will, rendering them powerless. O god Sūrya, rise and strike down my rivals. Strike them with a stone, and let them descend into the deepest darkness. The radiant Calf, the bull among thoughts, has mounted the shining midspace. With ghee, the sun-calf is worshipped; being Brahman, he is nurtured with Brahman. Ascend to the sky, to the earth, to the kingdom, to wealth. Ascend to offspring, to immortality; touch your body with the Red One. The gods who uphold the kingdom move about the sun; with them, may Rohita, in harmony, establish the kingdom with goodwill. To you, sacrifices purified by Brahman are offered; swift horses carry you on your path. You shine across the ocean, across the sea. On Rohita are established heaven and earth, victory in wealth, victory in cattle, and victory in gatherings. He has a thousand births and seven; I would proclaim your navel at the world’s center. With glory, you go to all directions and quarters, with glory among cattle and peoples. May I, O Aditi, be glorious in the lap of earth, as lovely as Sāvitrī. Though you dwell afar, you know what is here; you see the assemblies. From here, people behold the shining, wise Sūrya in the sky. As a god you honor the gods, moving within the ocean. The same Agni is kindled everywhere; the wise on the far shore know him. The cow, bearing the calf, stood with one foot above and one foot below. The tawny one departed with a portion; where she gives birth, it is not among this herd. She became one-footed, two-footed, four-footed, eight-footed, nine-footed—the thousand-syllabled line of the world. From her, the oceans flow forth. Immortal, you have ascended to heaven; my speech has gone forth. To you, sacrifices purified by Brahman are offered; swift horses carry you on your path. The immortal knows your stride in heaven, your seat in the highest sky. Sūrya sees the sky, Sūrya sees the earth, Sūrya sees the waters. Sūrya, the single eye of existence, has mounted the sky and the earth. The broad enclosures were set, the altar ground prepared. There Agni placed the snow and the frost, and Rohita. Having set the snow and frost, making the posts like mountains, Agni was kindled with ghee and honey by those who know the light of Rohita. By the Brahman of Rohita, Agni is kindled, the knower of the radiance. From him came the frost, from him the snow, from him the sacrifice was born. Agni and Brahman have grown together, nourished and offered with Brahman. Agni, kindled by Brahman, is worshipped in the sacrifice of Rohita, the knower of the sun. One is concentrated in truth, another is kindled in the waters; Agni, kindled by Brahman, is worshipped in the sacrifice of Rohita, the knower of the sun. He whom the wind surrounds, whom Indra and Brahmanaspati support—Agni, kindled by Brahman, is worshipped in the sacrifice of Rohita, the knower of the sun. Having prepared the altar as earth and made the sky the southern direction, Rohita fashioned that all-devouring Agni, the all-pervading self, with the ghee of the year. The devourer, Agni, became both altar and earth, with the ghee of the year as rain; there, Agni, with his hymns, established the mountains on high. Having established the mountains on high with hymns, Rohita spoke to the earth: “Within you may all that exists and all that is to be be born.” That sacrifice became the first; from it arose both what has been and what will be. From it, indeed, all this came forth—whatever here shines, upheld by Rohita the seer. Whoever treads upon the earth with his foot, or urinates facing the sun, I cut off his root, not his shadow—I do not make another. Whoever passes between me and my shadow, or between me and Agni, I cut off his root, not his shadow—I do not make another. Who today, O god Sūrya, comes between you and me, from him we wipe away evil dreams, defilement, and misfortunes.