I move amidst the divine hosts—the Rudras and the Vasus, the Ādityas and all the gods. I uphold Mitra and Varuṇa, the twin Ashvins, Indra, and Agni; all these deities I carry within me. I am sovereign, the gatherer and bestower of treasures, wise and foremost among those worthy of sacrifice. The gods have set me in many places, making me manifold, abiding in countless forms. It is I alone who declare what is pleasing to gods and men. Whomever I choose, I empower—making him a priest, a sage, a wise man. Through me, all beings eat, see, breathe, and hear what is spoken. Yet, those without understanding remain close by but do not perceive me. Hear, O listener! I speak to you what is truly worthy of hearing. For Rudra, I stretch the bow; for the slayer of the Brahman-hater, I fit the arrow to the string. I bring forth battle for the people, pervading both heaven and earth. I bear the pressed Soma, I bear Tvaṣṭṛ, Pūṣan, and Bhaga. I bestow wealth upon the sacrificer who offers with devotion, granting him a good home. I create the father atop the summit of the world; my womb lies within the waters, in the ocean’s depths. From there, I extend over all beings, touching heaven itself with my greatness. I am the wind, breathing forth all worlds, setting all beings into motion. Beyond heaven and earth, so vast is my majesty. Now, Wrath, let us ascend the chariot together—rejoicing, exulting, O Lord of the Maruts! Let the warriors, sharp of arrow and armed, approach, blazing in form. Like fire, O Wrath, endure and blaze for us; be our strong general, come when we call. Strike down our enemies, divide the spoils, measure out strength, and drive our foes away. Stand firm, O Wrath, against those who oppose us—shatter, crush, and utterly destroy our enemies. Though your fierce power is restrained, bring the foe under control, for you are born alone and mighty. You alone, O Wrath, are praised by many; in every gathering, prepare for battle. With you as our ally, we raise a glorious cry for victory. Be our lord, O Wrath—unconquered, victorious as Indra! We praise your beloved name, O mighty one, for we know the source from which you have arisen. Born with might, thunderbolt-armed, you bear strength surpassing all. By your resolve, O Wrath, may we be victorious; O much-invoked one, share with us great wealth. May Varuṇa and Wrath grant us amassed and gathered wealth; may our enemies, fearful at heart, be defeated and vanish away. O Wrath, whose weapons are thunderbolt and arrow, whose strength pervades all humanity—be our ally that we might overcome all foes, whether Dāsa or Ārya, by the power of the mighty. Wrath is Indra, Wrath is truly the god; Wrath is the Hotṛ, Varuṇa, and Jātavedas. All peoples praise Wrath—protect us, O Wrath, joined with fervor. Come forth, O Wrath, stronger than the strong; with your allied force, strike down our enemies. Destroyer of foes, slayer of Vṛtra and Dasyu, bring all treasures to us. Overpowering in strength, self-born, blazing, crusher of opposition—you are renowned among all peoples, O Wrath. Place your power with us in battle. If I am cast away and unfortunate, O wise and powerful one, by your will, then I, lacking resolve, seek you—come to me as strength comes to the weak. Here I am for you—come near, O ever-victorious one! O Wrath, wielder of the thunderbolt, turn towards us. Let us strike down the Dasyus; be attentive to our call. Advance upon us from the right, be on our side; strike down obstacles and foes. I offer you the foremost portion of the sweet drink—let us both drink the first libation in secret. O Agni, drive away from us the burning sin; remove it and grant us wealth. For good fields, good paths, and prosperity, we worship you—drive away from us the burning sin. May the blessings of these, and of our own lords, be manifest; may the burning sin depart from us. May we be born, O Agni, with your blessings; together with you may we drive away the burning sin. As the rays of mighty Agni shine in all directions, may the burning sin leave us. You, facing all sides and encompassing everything—may the burning sin depart from us. O you who face all directions, carry us across our haters as in a boat; may the burning sin depart from us. Carry us for well-being, as a boat over a river; may the burning sin depart from us. Brahman is its head, Bṛhat its back, Vāmadeva its belly, Odana its sides; the metres are its wings, truth its mouth, and the sacrificial porridge, born of austerity, is spread upon it. Boneless, purified, cleansed by wind, pure, they go to the pure world; for them, fire does not burn the organ, and in the heavenly world, there is abundance of the feminine. Those who cook the spreading porridge of Odana—returning does not reach them; they sit with Yama, go to the gods, rejoice with the Gandharvas and the Soma-drinkers. For those who cook the Odana, Yama does not take away the seed; becoming a charioteer, they ride by chariot, becoming a bird, they reach the sky. This, the most excellent of sacrifices, is spread out; having cooked the Odana, one enters heaven. The lotus, the water-lily, their stalks, bulbs, and roots are extended; may all these streams come to you, swelling with honey in the heavenly world, with lotus-ponds surrounding you on every side. Lakes of ghee, banks of honey, filled with good water, full of milk, water, and curds—may all these streams come to you, swelling with honey in the heavenly world, with lotus-ponds all around. I offer four jars, divided fourfold, filled with milk, water, and curds; may all these streams come to you, swelling with honey in the heavenly world. This Odana I place among the Brahmins, the spreading one, conqueror of worlds, leading to heaven. May it not diminish for me, swelling with its own essence; may the wish-fulfilling cow of all forms be mine. The Odana of Yama, first-born of truth, Prajapati cooked for Brahman through austerity; by that Odana, the support and navel of the worlds, one crosses over death. By that which the makers of beings crossed over death, which Yama discovered through austerity and effort, which Brahman first cooked for Brahman—by that Odana, one crosses over death.