The greatness of Pūṣan, nobly born and ever steadfast, is celebrated by the sages. His power and praise never falter, and so the singer, seeking his favor, calls upon this bringer of happiness who turns the thoughts of all toward auspiciousness. With heartfelt hymns, Pūṣan is invoked—swift as a chariot—to guide the worshippers safely through life's challenges, just as a camel traverses difficult terrain. Called as a friend, this god of happiness is asked to make their songs glorious in contests, to lend his companionship and support. The wise have found strength in Pūṣan's friendship, and they call upon his ever-fresh company for wealth and success. Far-seeing Pūṣan is beseeched to be gracious and to stand by them in every contest. Approaching Ajāśva, they seek his renowned gifts, praising him with excellent hymns and affirming their devotion, never denying his radiant friendship. Turning now to the altar, the worshippers place Agni at the forefront of their thoughts, choosing divine protection and calling upon Indra and Vāyu. As these gods move at the navel of dawn, bestowing new gifts, prayers are sent forth to reach the divine. When Mitra and Varuṇa act according to their will, restraining falsehood with wisdom and righteous anger, the worshippers behold their golden radiance in their abode, perceiving it with mind, senses, and the spirit of Soma. To the Ashvins, hymns are raised, offerings brought, and their splendor and riches are spread forth. Their golden horses, yoked to their chariot, sprinkle them with dew as they traverse the sky swiftly along heavenly paths. Standing upon their golden chariot, the Ashvins move like travelers, guiding the way with speed. The worshippers pray for their favor day and night, asking that their generosity never depart and that their share remain secure. Indra, mighty and strong-handed, is offered Soma juices pressed from the stones, bursting forth to delight him and bring splendid reward. He is called to come kindly, praised in song. Agni, invoked and attentive, is asked to speak to the gods and the worshipful kings. The story is recalled of when the gods gave the cow to the Angiras, and Aryaman milked it with a cutting tool, knowledge shared between the speaker and Aryaman. The Maruts are implored not to let their heroic deeds pass by, nor their ancient glories, and that their wrath not fall upon the worshippers. Whatever is wondrous and new in every age, immortal in sound and hard to overcome, is sought from them. The ancestors—Dadhyaṅ, Priyamedha, Kaṇva, Atri, Manu—knew these truths, and their descendants dwell among the gods. The worshippers bow in song to Indra and Agni, following the path of their forebears. The priest is called to offer sacrifice, that desired gifts may be won. Bṛhaspati sacrifices, Vena with many bulls, and the worshippers grasp the distant sign, the song from the mountain, established by the wise one in many dwellings. The gods, eleven in heaven, eleven on earth, eleven in the waters, are invoked to accept the sacrifice. For Agni, the altar is prepared, his seat brought forth as a foundation, and the pure one is clothed with the mind, shining brightly to dispel darkness. The twice-born, threefold, is purified, growing through the year and consumed again. The bull is praised with another's tongue, the offering cleansed with another's voice. Two mothers—black and white—stir for him, nurturing the child whose father's nourishment grows, shining and flowing. Desiring release for Manu and his offspring, swift and dark steeds—black and white—are harnessed, driven by the wind, unresting and quick. From the shining one, they move forth seeking increase, forming the great cloud that resounds, breathes, thunders, and roars upon touching the earth. Adorned among the brown ones, he bows down like a bull approaching his wives, growing strong and shining, fierce and hard to seize. Well-ordered and expansive, he gathers together, knowing those always lying down, who grow again and create another form for the two parents. Agile ones with flowing hair, upright and unwearied, return for the journey, releasing old age and giving birth to another living being. The adorned one moves around the mother day by day, bearing youth and going beyond old age, moving like a swan, the eagle joining the paths. Agni is asked to shine among the generous, to breathe forth like a strong bull and protect those who must dwell and bear children, like armor in battle. May the well-offering be dearer to Agni than the ill-offering, beloved to his mind, and may his bright radiance win treasure for the worshippers. For chariot, boat, and house, Agni is entreated to grant the ever-guiding one, the path-bearer, granting protection for heroes, generous people, and travelers. Agni, praised by hymns, is invited to approach with Heaven and Earth and the well-praised rivers, seeking cattle and barley, that the red ones may choose the best. The wondrous radiance is placed for the form, the brilliance of the god of might, from whom it was born. When thought approaches and accomplishes, the cows of truth bring forth flowing streams. The shining one, rich in fathers, lies down, while the second is among the seven nurturing mothers. For the milking of this bull, the women generate the third, the tenfold wise one. From the depths, the sons of strength step forth from the form of the buffalo, and for the drinker of mead, following the sky, Mātariśvan stirs the hidden one. When led away from the highest of the father, the shoots, drinkers of sap, grow on the bough, and when both birth-lines are stirred, the shining one becomes pure in the sky. He enters the mothers, pure and unharmed, expanding widely, running among the newer ones as the former ones climb, ever-young. Among the dwellers in heaven, the gods choose the summoner, seeking favor like Bhaga, speeding forth by will and might, carrying the mortal's prayer everywhere. When, driven by wind, the sacrificial fire spreads out like a neighing horse, unaging and unbroken, its path dark at the base, black-tongued, of pure birth, the realms are opened. Like a chariot made with harnesses, it goes with red limbs to the sky, and from there, the black ones, the sons, seek the speed and might of the hero. With Agni, Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman, and the generous rejoice, and when Agni moves among them by his will, the rim does not overtake the axle. Agni, youngest, bestows divine and abundant treasure to those who press and praise, ever new and youthful in strength. The worshippers seek great wealth like Bhaga in the assembly, and Agni grants shining wealth, wisdom, and firmness, guiding both generations and bringing the praise of the gods and truth. May the radiant, ever-youthful Hotar, delightful and attentive, hear the worshippers with a shining chariot. May Agni, free from error, lead them with the best guides toward wealth and good fortune, fulfilling their prayers and aspirations.