In the sacred dawn, the wise and mighty Brihaspati, dark-backed and radiant with golden fire, is called forth to his dwelling. Revered by all, he is seated in his proper place, shining with brilliance. Dharṇasi, echoing through the vast heavens, arrives with all the gods, summoned by hymns. Clothed in light, he nourishes the plants unfailingly, the bull with three-peaked horns, the giver of life. At the threshold of the mother, in the highest luminous realm, the radiant ones, rich in gifts, come forth. Worthy of worship, they are honored with reverence, just as mothers cleanse their young in the home. Great in strength, Agni, the wise unite their thoughts for you, seeking your grace. May the godly be gracious, and may Mother Earth not bring us misfortune. With heartfelt prayers, the people ask to dwell unhindered in the vastness of the gods. They invoke the Ashvins for new favor, joy, and guidance, asking them to carry wealth, heroes, and immortal blessings. There is one ancient, foremost, all-encompassing, eldest, dwelling in the seat of light, approachable and victorious, nurtured by song, who grows among the people. For splendor, the beautiful ones of the upper realm shine, illuminating the heavens. This guardian is wise, unharmed, supreme in wonders, and truth is his name. The offering seeks the swift, true priest, the strong bearer, flowing along the altar like a youthful bull, ever young and established. The well-yoked ones go forth on their journey for the truthful, grown in order, guided by clever helpers who proclaim names at the place of praise. Resounding with trees, the well-born, the womb of offspring, the wise with beautiful voices shine in flowing streams with straight songs. They grow, and their wives live in the sacrifice. As one appears, so he is spoken of; together with shadow, they are placed with swift waters. The prayer is for vast, great strength, abundant heroic power, unfailing might. He is the first-born, the originator, surpassing rivals, noble in mind, the sun, the sage. Guarding the home, he circles all, granting shelter and good wealth. The greater one, marked by sacrifice, moves among the people, bearing their names. As he is placed, so he is seen even in darkness, carrying goodness. The foremost stands at the ocean's edge, never failing in offering where paths converge. In the heart, the fire's flame trembles, where thought is found, pure and bound. By the powers of dominion and mind, he speaks for the worshipper, the companion. With the songs of the calf, they fill the strongest prize, mighty wealth, even for the wise. The eagle, the mother, the joy, the power of the all-protecting, worshipful, wondrous one—each seeks the other for attainment. They know the horns and come to the flowing drink. Ever generous, the worshipper destroys enemies, praised by many, famed for knowledge. Blessings approach and shine forth when he shares the group with good guidance. He who supports the sacrificer, the true lord, unwavering among all, awakener of thoughts—like a cow rich in milk, he pours forth nourishing juice. Reciting the hymn, he advances and does not sleep. He who keeps vigil is desired by hymns and chants; to him Soma says, “I am yours in friendship, dwelling with you.” Agni, ever vigilant, is desired by hymns and chants; to him Soma offers friendship. The god has come to know the sky, shining with the rays of dawn, scattering darkness with his beams. He opens barriers from high heaven and drives away human obstacles. The sun, like a wise mother of cows, knows the path, spreads light, and dispels darkness. Rivers shine and roar as they flow, and the firm heaven stands like a well-set pillar. For this hymn, the mountain's embryo, for the ancient birth of the great ones, the mountain opens wide, the heaven accomplishes, calling forth and making the earth resound. With pleasing hymns and words, Indra and Agni are called for help; the wise, skilled in sacrifice, call forth and worship the Maruts. The people resolve to become wise today, to remove all evil and attain greatness. They drive away hatred, burn it away, and move forward toward the sacrificer. Together, they create the thought by which their mother found the cow's stall, by which Manu conquered the many-colored one, and the merchant found hidden treasure. With ten months' effort, the Navagvas, pressing with their hands, praised the mountain. Saramā, seeking truth, found the cows, and the Angirases accomplished all true deeds. All the gods, at her shining and her great power, move with the cows; the fountain of these is in the highest seat, and Saramā, by the path of truth, finds the cows. Let the sun, yoked with seven horses, go forth, measuring the field with his long path. The swift hawk flies straight, the young sage shines as he goes among the cows. The sun mounts, bright in color, when the green-backed steeds are harnessed. The wise ones, like a boat with water, bring it up, and the listening waters come near. For you, thought is placed in the waters, full of light, by which the Navagvas completed ten months. By this thought, may the gods protect, and by this thought, may distress be crossed. Like a wise horse, unyoked, the harness is placed on the easy-going, helpful one; not loosened or bound, but guided straight ahead by the leader who knows the path. Agni, Indra, Varuṇa, Mitra, the gods, the host, Maruts, and Viṣṇu; both Aśvins, Rudra, the goddesses, Pūṣan, Bhaga, Sarasvatī are invoked for favor. Indra and Agni, Mitra and Varuṇa, Aditi, the Sun, Earth, Sky, Maruts, Mountains, Waters, Viṣṇu, Pūṣan, Bṛhaspati, Bhaga, and Savitar are called for help and blessing. May Viṣṇu, Vāta, the unobstructed, grant wealth; may Soma bring happiness; may the Ṛbhus, Aśvins, Tvaṣṭṛ, and Vibhvan favor for riches. May the host of Maruts come, may the worshipful one dwelling in heaven sit on the sacred grass. May Bṛhaspati, Pūṣan, Yama, Varuṇa, Mitra, and Aryaman grant protection. May the mountains, well-disposed and generous, and the rivers, guardians of beings, protect. May Bhaga, the distributor, come with strength and help; may wide-ranging Aditi hear the invocation. May the radiant wives of the gods favor, granting success and victory in gaining strength. Those who dwell on earth, those who preside over the waters by their ordinance—may those gracious goddesses bestow protection. May the goddesses, wives of the gods, come—Indrāṇī, Agnāyī, Aśvinī, and Rāk. May Varuṇānī of the two worlds hear; may the goddesses, mothers of order, come to bless. Thus, through reverence, invocation, and the power of song, the divine forces are gathered, praised, and entreated, so that blessings, wisdom, and protection may flow into the lives of all seekers.