As the sacred ritual unfolds, the priests—Hotṛ, Potṛ, and Neṣṭṛ—prepare and enjoy the offering, drinking deeply from the vessels set before them. Yet, there is a fourth vessel, untouched and immortal, reserved for those divine bestowers of wealth, who themselves drink from the source of abundance. On this auspicious day, the call goes out: harness your splendid, man-carrying chariot and bring it forth for liberation. Mix the offerings with honey, and come, O possessors of wealth in horses, to partake of the soma. Agni, the radiant one, is invoked to accept the kindling, the oblation, the sacred utterance, and the praise. With all the gods and through all the seasons, Agni, the treasure-giver, is asked to make the offering pleasing and fulfill the ritual. At this moment, the god Savitṛ rises, impelling the world forward. The ever-shining fire takes its place among the waters, bestowing treasures upon the gods and apportioning sacrificial portions for well-being. Savitṛ stretches his broad arms upward for all to witness; even the waters obey his law, and the wind delights in his circuit. He releases the bound, even those who are unsteady or slothful, and among the swift and restless, his ordinance is followed—what must be loosed, he looses. The wise Savitṛ weaves the web of the cosmos anew, placing the mid-region at the heart of creation. Drawing forth the fountain, he stands by the seasons, approaching with intent. No house, no evil, nor the span of life can withstand the overwhelming blaze of Agni. The mother, following Savitṛ’s sign, assigns the eldest share to the son. Established together and desiring victory, the god becomes the longing of all who move. He abandons what is deformed and goes forth, always following Savitṛ’s divine ordinance. The portions set in the waters and on the plains are distributed by the hunters, and even the forests do not diminish Savitṛ’s ordinances. Whatever seat Varuṇa has established—be it unrestrained, trembling, or blinking—all offspring of the Sun and all cattle are unfolded in order by Savitṛ. His ordinance cannot be diminished—not by Indra, Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman, Rudra, nor any adversary. This god Savitṛ is invoked with reverence for the welfare of all. May Bhaga, thought, strength, liberality, Naraśaṃsa, and the lord of women protect us. May we be dear to Savitṛ in the assembly and in gatherings of riches. May the desirable gift given by you from heaven, waters, and earth come to us; may what is auspicious for the praiser and for protection come from Savitṛ for wide renown. The ritual continues, stirred like stones for pressing, like a vulture seeking treasure in a tree, like a priest reciting hymns at the rite, and like a messenger carrying offerings to many places. Like heroes in a chariot, the gods arrive at dawn; like a groom choosing a bride, they unite; shining in delight, they counsel wisely among people. They come first, like a horn from near, like the jaws of a restless beast, like the chakravāka bird at dawn, like mighty ones on a chariot. Like a boat, they carry us across; like a yoke, a nave, a support, and a prop, they uphold us. Like a dog, they protect our bodies from harm, and like a hedgehog, they guard us from slipping. Swift as the wind, flowing as a river, they approach like eyes with sight, hands beneficent to our bodies, and feet leading us to wealth. Like lips speaking sweetly with honey, like nourishing breasts, like nostrils protecting, like ears well-hearing, they grant us their blessings. Like an elephant, they give us strength; like the earth, they unite realms. Inspired by the Aśvins, these songs sharpen like a whetstone the axe. The Gṛtsamadas offer hymns and praises to the Aśvins, whose deeds ever increase. Let us speak forth greatly in the assembly, strong in men, delighting in their presence. Soma and Pūṣan are the originators of wealth, heaven, and earth; born as guardians of all worlds, the gods made them the navel of immortality. These two gods, upon their birth, delight and drive away darkness. With Soma and Pūṣan, Indra brings forth the ripe ones among the cows. Soma and Pūṣan drive the seven-wheeled chariot, traversing all realms, yoked by mind and invigorated with five rays. One dwells in the sky, another on earth, and another in the midspace. May they grant us abundant, manifold wealth and nourishment, establishing the navel for us. One generates all worlds; the other moves, beholding all. Soma and Pūṣan, support our insight; with you, may we conquer all battles. Let Pūṣan invigorate our insight, the source of all riches; let Soma, lord of wealth, bestow prosperity. May goddess Aditi protect us unharmed, and may we speak greatly in the assembly as heroes. O Vāyu, with your thousand-horsed chariots, come with your attendants to drink the soma. Come to the house of the one who presses soma, for the bright offering is brought to you. Today, for the bright soma, Indra and Vāyu, accompanied by your attendants, come, O heroes, and drink. This soma, pressed for Mitra and Varuṇa, upholders of order, is here; listen to the invocation. The two kings, without malice, are seated in the highest, steadfast abode, supported by a thousand pillars. The Ādityas, lords of gifts, dwell together in the unshaken place. May the Ashvins, the two Nāsatyas, bring us wealth with cows and horses; may the Rudras grant us noble paths. None, near or far, can overpower the mighty, generous ones—not the evil-minded mortal nor the enemy. Ashvins, bring us radiant and beautiful wealth; O lords of the chariot, grant us wide space. Indra has removed great fear and driven it away, for he is firm and wise among men. Indra shows us mercy; let harm pass us by and vanish behind, with good fortune before us. From all directions, Indra grants us freedom from fear; he is the conqueror of enemies and wise among men. Thus, through the sacred rites and invocations, the gods are honored, blessings are sought, and the divine order is upheld, ensuring prosperity, protection, and renown for all who praise and worship.