In the sacred dawn, the divine order unfolds. Varuṇa, the upholder of cosmic law, has established his seat, and upon this foundation, all that moves—whether unrestrained, trembling, or blinking—finds its place. The offspring of the Sun, the herds of cattle, all living things—Savitar, the radiant god, has brought forth their births in harmony, each in its proper time. Savitar’s ordinance is so powerful that none may diminish it—not Indra, nor Varuṇa, nor Mitra, nor Aryaman, nor Rudra, nor any adversary. With reverence, the people invoke Savitar, praying for their welfare, for his protection and favor. May Bhaga, the bestower of fortune; may thought, strength, liberality, and Naraśaṃsa; and the lord of women, all safeguard us. Let us be dear to Savitar in the assembly, and in gatherings where wealth is sought. From heaven, from the waters, from the earth, may the desirable gifts you grant descend upon us, O Savitar. May what is auspicious for the praiser, for protection, come from you, bestowing wide renown. The gods are stirred for their purpose, like stones for pressing, like a vulture drawn to a treasure-laden tree, like a priest reciting hymns at the rite, like a messenger bearing offerings across many places. At dawn, they arrive as heroes on a chariot, uniting like a groom with his bride, shining with delight in their own form, wise in counsel among people. They come first from near, like a horn, their presence sharp as the jaws of a restless beast, their approach as sure as the chakravāka bird at dawn, mighty as warriors on a chariot. Like a boat, they carry us across; like a yoke, a nave, a support, a prop, they sustain us. Like a dog, they protect our bodies from harm; like a hedgehog, they guard us from slipping. Swift as the wind, flowing as a river, they come near with their sight like eyes, their beneficence as hands, their guidance as feet leading us to wealth. Their lips speak sweetly, nourishing us like breasts, protecting us as nostrils, hearing well for us as ears. Grant us strength like an elephant; unite the realms for us like the earth. These songs, O Aśvins, inspired by you, sharpen the axe as a whetstone. Your deeds ever increase, O Aśvins; the Gṛtsamadas have created the hymn and praise. Come, O men, delighting in these songs—let us speak forth greatly in the assembly, strong in unity. Soma and Pūṣan are the originators of wealth, of heaven, of earth. Born as guardians of all the worlds, the gods made them the navel of immortality. These two, once born, delight; they conceal darkness when unwelcome. With Soma and Pūṣan, Indra brings forth the ripe ones among the cows. Soma and Pūṣan drive the seven-wheeled chariot, the vehicle of all realms, traversing the spaces, yoked by mind. Mighty ones, you invigorate it with five rays. One dwells high in the sky, another on earth, another in the midspace. May you grant us abundant, manifold wealth and nourishment, and establish the navel of the worlds for us. One generated all the worlds; the other moves, beholding all. Soma and Pūṣan, support my insight; with you two, may we conquer all battles. Let Pūṣan invigorate my insight, the source of riches; let Soma, lord of wealth, bestow prosperity. May goddess Aditi protect us unharmed; 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, O Vāyu, with your companions; I bring this bright offering to you. You will visit the house of the one who presses Soma. Today, for the bright Soma, O Indra and Vāyu, accompanied by your attendants, come, O heroes, and drink. This Soma, pressed for you, O Mitra and Varuṇa, upholders of order, is here; listen to my invocation. The two kings, without malice, are seated in the highest, steadfast abode, supported by a thousand pillars. The sovereign Ādityas, pressed with clarified butter, lords of gifts, dwell together in the unshaken place. May the two Nāsatyas, Ashvins, bring us wealth with cows and horses; may the Rudras grant us noble paths. No one, neither distant nor near, can overpower the mighty, generous ones; neither 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; he has driven it away, for he is firm and wise among men. Indra shows us mercy; let harm pass us by and vanish behind. May good fortune stand before us. Indra, from all directions, grants us freedom from fear; he conquers enemies, wise among men. All the gods, come here and listen to this invocation; sit upon this sacred grass. This strong, honey-sweet offering is prepared for you in the rites of Śunahotra; drink this desirable libation. Gods led by Indra and the Maruts, with Pūṣan as benefactor, all of you, listen to my invocation. Most motherly, most riverly, most divine Sarasvati, we seem unpraised; O mother, grant us praise. In you, Sarasvati, all life spans are placed; delight in the rites of Śunahotra and grant us offspring, O goddess. Accept these prayers, Sarasvati, at the horse-rich sacrifice; those offerings which the Gṛtsamadas, devoted to truth, lovingly present among the gods. We choose you, youthful and gracious for the sacrifice, and Agni, the bearer of offerings. May Heaven and Earth today swiftly grant this sacrifice, touching the sky, to the gods. Let the worshipful gods sit here upon your altar, O Druhā, for the drinking of Soma today. The shrill-voiced one, proclaiming its birth, raises its speech like a boat on the water; O bird of good omen, may you be auspicious, may no one among all beings overcome you. Thus, in reverent invocation, the assembly calls upon the gods, seeking their protection, blessings, and favor, that harmony, prosperity, and renown may flourish in the world.