On this sacred day, the devotee turns to the gods, seeking their exhilarating drink and the joy of their company, striving with devotion for friendship. To the Ṛbhus—those wondrous artisans among the gods—the plea is made: “Bestow upon us riches at this, the third pressing of Soma.” The call resounds for Ṛbhu, Vibhvan, Vāja, and mighty Indra to come to the sacrifice, bearing treasures. Today, the divine Dhīṣaṇā has prepared the invigorating drink; may its exhilaration reach the gods. The Ṛbhus, born for strength and reward, are invited to rejoice in the seasons, to unite their joy and generosity, and to grant heroic sons and abundant wealth. This offering, carefully prepared, is set before the Ṛbhus—the very sacrifice they established among men in the heights. Eager for praise, they have claimed the foremost prizes. For these generous givers, treasure is reserved for the devoted worshipper. The Ṛbhus are called to drink, for the prize is theirs; the third libation is poured for their delight. The devotees summon the prize-bearers—those mighty like the Ṛbhus, praised by men—to their sacred drinkings, to the joys of the days, as if newly arrived at sunset. The offspring of power are beckoned to the sacrifice, invoked with reverence. United, radiant, and accompanied by Indra, they are to drink the honeyed Soma, bringing with them treasures. The Ṛbhus are called to drink united with Indra and Varuṇa, with the Maruts, with those who guard the seasons, with the wives of the gods, and with those who bear treasures. United with the Ādityas and the mountains, with the divine Savitar and the rivers that carry wealth, they are to rejoice. The Ṛbhus are remembered for their noble deeds: as Aśvins, as fathers, as helpers; those who fashioned the cow, made the horse, and separately crafted two chariots—skillful men whose works are renowned. They have bestowed wealth—cows, horses, heroic sons, and abundant riches—delighting in giving gifts to the singers. In this sacrifice, the Ṛbhus have neither failed nor transgressed, nor have they been blamed. They rejoice with Indra, with the Maruts, and with the kingly gods in bestowing treasures. The call continues: “Come, O offspring of power, Ṛbhus of the Sudhanvanas, do not be absent. In this libation, your treasure is to be found, and your exhilaration follows Indra.” The treasure of the Ṛbhus arrives; the drinking of well-pressed Soma takes place. By their skill and insight, they once divided a single cup into four. They taught, “Learn,” as they divided the cup, and by this act, the Ṛbhus found the path to immortality among the gods. Whether the cup was made of clay or not, by their skill they divided it into four. Now, the libation is pressed for delight—let the Ṛbhus drink of the honeyed Soma. By their skill, they made their parents young again; by skill, they made the cup fit for the gods’ drinking; by skill, they fashioned two horses for Indra’s chariot. To any who presses the strong libation for their enjoyment, the Ṛbhus grant wealth full of heroes. Indra, lord of tawny steeds, drank the Soma pressed in the morning; the midday libation is his alone. He is invited to drink with the Ṛbhus and the treasure-bearers, as crafted by skill. These gods, skillful as eagles, have settled in heaven, having become immortal; may they grant the treasure. When the Ṛbhus accomplished the third pressing and the bestowal of riches, with keen insight and skillful hands, the offering was purified for them—to be drunk with their powers and exhilaration. The story of the Ṛbhus is told: Though born without horses or reins, their chariot with three wheels circles the vast expanse, a divine proclamation as they sustain heaven and earth. They fashioned a well-made, unwavering chariot, surpassing the mind in thought. For them is the draught of this offering, and to them, the prize is declared. Their greatness among the gods is renowned: though youthful, they restored their ancient parents to youth again for movement. With their thought, they made one cup into four, and from a hide, they fashioned a cow—thus attaining immortality among the gods. The wealth of the Ṛbhus is famed from the beginning, renowned for strength, produced by men. The work of Vibhvan is proclaimed in assemblies, protected by the gods, wise among men. He is a prize-winning steed, a sage with eloquence, a hero steadfast in battle, bringing abundance and strength, inspired by Vibhvan, the Ṛbhus, and Vaja. Upon the Ṛbhus is placed the most splendid form. The hymn is offered to them, for they are wise, seers, and discerning. The Ṛbhus, knowing all, are asked to grant every noble enjoyment, to fashion radiant, powerful, supreme wealth and enduring vigor. The devotee prays: “Here grant us offspring, here grant us wealth, here fashion for us fame with heroism, by which we may surpass others. O Ṛbhus, grant us wondrous strength.” The Ṛbhus are called to the sacrifice, to delight in offerings by the paths of the gods, as they have established worship among peoples, rejoicing in the bright days of the fires. May the offerings, clarified with ghee, please their hearts and minds; may the pressed, exhilarating draughts gladden them for skill and power. Triple praise is offered to the Ṛbhus, bestowers of strength, for divine purpose. Among all men and tribes, the Soma is offered to them and the great ones in the heavens. Their horses are strong, chariots shining, bodies youthful and splendidly adorned. As sons of Indra and grandsons of might, they pursue the foremost exhilaration. The devotee calls upon Rbhu, Rbhukshan, and Vaja for wealth and the most powerful prize, yoked together, with Indra’s favor and the helpful Ashvin. Whoever the Ṛbhus and Indra favor becomes a winner by thought, wise, and a charioteer. The Ṛbhus are asked to open the paths for worship, that praised riches may come from every direction. The prayer continues: “That wealth, O Ṛbhus, O Indra, O Nasatyas, grant to us—abundant in horses, for the people, much-praised, for bounty.” The gifts of the gods are ancient. They bestowed upon the Pūrus, in the house of Nitośa, fertile fields, broad lands, and fierce victory over enemies, crushing them with might. They gave Dadhikrā, swift and victorious, who brings prosperity to all peoples—straight-moving as a falcon, swift as a horse sprinkled with water, noble as a king, and courageous as a hero. Thus, the story of the Ṛbhus and their divine companions unfolds, woven with praise, longing, and devotion—a tale of skill, of gifts, and of immortal deeds.