In the sacred dawn, Agni, the wise and sweet-tongued fire, stands among the gods, renowned for his far-reaching speech. With his tongue, he calls forth all those worthy of worship, inviting them to partake in the sweet offerings laid out for divine help. Agni’s streams, like nourishing waters from a mountain, flow forth to sustain all, and in his wondrous presence, he is asked by the people as Jātavedas, the all-knower, to grant his favor and universal goodwill. As the day unfolds, the ancient cow of desire yields her milk, and within her, the son moves toward the right, carrying brightness to the shining one. At dawn, hymns are composed in praise of the Ashvins, the divine twin horsemen. With well-yoked horses, she brings nectar, and the offerings rise upward, ascending like wisdom offered to a father. The prayers of the people turn to the Ashvins, seeking their help to dispel the thoughts of the greedy. The hymn continues, inviting the Ashvins, wondrous ones, to listen to the praise sung from the stone, as the sages of old spoke of their returning journey. The people call upon them, offering sweet gifts as friends do, gifts first given by the Mitras in the beginning. Across many realms, the Ashvins’ call resounds, their praises heard among the generous, and they are invited to arrive by divine paths to partake in stores of honey. Their ancient dwelling and auspicious friendship, their wealth in the waters of Jahnu, are celebrated. The people rejoice together with honey, renewing auspicious bonds, united in joy. The Ashvins, youthful and skillful, travel with the wind, accompanied by their attendants. As Nasatyas, they accept the day’s offering, drinking Soma unstintingly and generously. Their many gifts go forth, surrounded by striving words, unfailing in their bounty. Their chariot, born of nectar and driven by the stone, swiftly traverses heaven and earth. The best honeyed Soma is prepared for them, and their skillfully made chariot, drawn by the horses of the Soma pressing, comes forth to the home. Mitra, the great Aditya, guides the peoples by his speech, upholding earth and sky. He watches over the clans with unblinking eyes, and clarified butter is offered to him in reverence. Mortals are called to devotion to Mitra, the generous Aditya, whose law protects them from harm and distress. Those who know Mitra, free from sickness, rejoice in offerings and move across the wide earth, following the law of Aditya and dwelling in his favor. Mitra, gentle and wise king, is born to noble rule, and the people seek blessed happiness in his favor. Approachable by reverence, Mitra guides the people gently, and clarified butter is offered to him in the fire. His protection brings splendor and renowned glory. By his greatness, Mitra spreads over the sky and by his fame, covers the earth. Five peoples submit to him for help, and he bears all the gods. Among gods and men, Mitra becomes the steadfast friend of those who spread the sacred grass, upholding chosen vows. In kinship, the Usij-sages gather with knowledge, using arts and forms by which the Saudhanvanas have attained their worthy share of sacrifice. By their powers and skills, they pressed the cups, drew the cow from the hide, and shaped the two horses, becoming divine as the Ribhus. They became companions of Indra, grandsons of Manu, setting the waters in motion and attaining immortality through skillful works with the Shami trees. With Indra, the Ribhus ride together in the chariot at the pressing of Soma, becoming lords of wealth and shining in splendor. Their deeds and heroic acts, none can match. Indra, together with the Ribhus rich in strength, drinks the pressed Soma, purified and strong, rejoicing in the house of the eager one. Indra, much-praised, delights with the Ribhus and their power in the pressing, as sisterly rites are prepared by the laws of gods and men. Indra and the Ribhus, bestowers of strength, are called to the song of praise, to the worthy sacrifice, bringing banners, gifts, and countless aids to the ritual. The Dawn, wise and bountiful, is welcomed with hymns of praise. Ancient yet ever young and generous, she follows the law and encompasses all. Divine and immortal, Dawn shines forth with a radiant chariot, bringing sweet speech, carried by golden horses broad in strength. Facing the people, Dawn reveals all the worlds, standing above as the sign of immortality, moving with common purpose and growing anew each day. She comes searching like a wife for her husband, mistress of the morning, spreading bright rays from the farthest heaven to earth. The goddess Dawn is praised with reverence and beautiful hymns, her strength poured out like honey, her radiance shining in the luminous realm. Upholder of order, Dawn awakens with the rays of heaven, splendid and beautiful between earth and sky. Agni is called to bring the shining Dawn, seeking favor and wealth. At the foundation of truth, the Dawns are kindled, and the mighty one enters the vast heavens and earth. The magic of Mitra and Varuna is great, as Dawn sets her shining light everywhere, like the moon. The youthful praises rise for Indra and Varuna, asking where their glory now lies, by which they bring the enemy to their friends. The abundant and ever-renewing one calls upon them for help, and together with the Maruts, the invocation is heard by day and night. The people seek wealth from Indra and Varuna, wishing for all-heroic riches from the Maruts, protection from the goddesses, and support from Bharati with gifts. Bṛhaspati is called to be pleased with the offerings, god of all gods, granter of treasures to the worshipper. With pure praises, Bṛhaspati is honored at the sacrifices, his unmatched strength arisen. As the bull among peoples, of manifold forms and unconquered, Bṛhaspati is chosen. Thus, through hymns and offerings, the divine ones are invoked—Agni, Ashvins, Mitra, Ribhus, Indra, Dawn, Varuna, Maruts, Bṛhaspati—each called in reverence, each praised for their gifts and protection, each sought for favor, wealth, and the harmony of the cosmos.