Vast and magnificent were earth and sky, their forms adorned with ghee and radiant with honeyed beauty. Established by the unwavering law of Varuṇa, they stood ageless and ever-fertile, supporting all living beings with their bounty. These two, abundant and ever-flowing, poured forth milk and ghee for the righteous—those pure in their vows. Governing the world with their might, earth and sky were called upon to bestow upon humanity the seed that Manu once desired, granting fruitfulness and prosperity. To those who sought their favor with devotion, earth and sky responded with blessings. Such a devotee, born in harmony with their law, would be surrounded by offspring and success, receiving their manifold gifts according to their divine will. The earth and sky, radiant with ghee, shone forth, growing and expanding, invoked as wise priests and leaders for gracious favor. May these two, steadfast in their sweetness and dripping with honey, bear our sacrifices and wealth to the gods, granting us glory, strength, and heroic power. As father and mother, all-knowing and wise, may they pour forth nourishment and prosperity, united in their blessing, granting us strength and wealth together. At this sacred moment, the god Savitṛ stretched out his golden arms for the rite, wise in action and skillful, anointing his hands with ghee. He, youthful and generous, upheld the order of the world. We sought to be in Savitṛ’s favor, to receive the finest of his gifts and wealth, for he is lord over all creatures, those that move on two or four feet, sovereign of all that exists. With steadfast guardians, Savitṛ was invoked to protect our dwelling with auspicious care, his golden tongue bringing new prosperity and shielding us from ill-wishers. Rising at every dawn, the divine Savitar, master of the household, golden-handed and gentle-tongued, brought abundant gifts to those who worshipped him. Radiant and beautiful, he lifted his golden arms like a herald, ascending the heights of heaven and earth, stirring the world and setting all in motion. Day by day, we prayed for his favor, that his generous abode might welcome us and his bounty flow through our prayers. Indra and Soma, mighty from the beginning, revealed the sun and brought forth the light, dispelling all darkness and night. Together, they awakened the dawn and led forth the sun with its radiance, supporting the sky with their strength and spreading out the earth, our mother. They drove away the obstructing waters, slew Vritra, claimed the sky, set the rivers in motion, and expanded the oceans in wondrous ways. Indra and Soma placed the ripe milk in the cows, filling their udders and all shining, moving creatures. They grasped what was unbound, granting renowned offspring and heroic strength to peoples, stirring up fierce battle-power. As protectors, they bestowed these blessings upon the world. Brihaspati, the Angiras, first-born and true to order, struck the rock, laden with offerings. Like a roaring bull between heaven and earth, he provided double shelter as the ancient father. Brihaspati created a space for the people in the divine assembly, smashing obstacles, breaking through fortresses, and conquering adversaries in battle. He won treasures and herds of cattle, seeking the waters and eager for the light, striking down foes with hymns. Soma and Rudra, guardians of mighty power, were invoked for unhindered blessings and well-being for all creatures. Holding the seven jewels, they were asked to drive away disease and misfortune, placing remedies within every limb and releasing any wrong bound in our bodies. Sharp-armed and gracious, Soma and Rudra were prayed to be merciful, freeing us from Varuṇa’s bonds and guarding us with benevolent minds. In the midst of battle, the shield shone like the face of a thundercloud as the armored one entered the fray. With unwounded body, the warrior was urged to conquer, protected by the greatness of the shield. With the bow, victory was sought—over cattle, in battle, and in all directions. The bowstring, knowing its task, approached the ear, embracing its companion, pouring forth arrows across the plain like a woman with her beloved. The bowstrings, moving together like women in unison, struck down enemies in their assembly, quivering and destroying foes. The quiver, father of many, and the bow, son of much, joined on the battlefield; with the arrows and all their hosts, they conquered when released. The skilled charioteer, standing on the chariot, guided the horses wherever he wished, praised for the greatness of his reins as the mind followed behind. The horses thundered forward, racing with the chariots, advancing against foes and never turning back, destroying the enemy. The chariot, bearer of the offering, held weapon and armor; there, with joyful minds, the warriors ascended, ready for the contest. The fathers, wise and enduring, strong in arrows and banners, were praised as unyielding heroes, victorious in bands. The Brahmins, our forebears, filled with Soma, invoked the favor of Heaven and Earth, and Pūṣan’s protection from evil, praying that no ill-wisher would rule over us. The arrow, feathered and tipped with a beast’s tooth, bound with cowhide, flew forth where men gathered in battle, bringing protection. The straight-flying arrow was invoked for safety, for bodies strong as stone, with Soma and Aditi’s protection. The wise, born as horses, urged the steeds onward in battle, striking with power. The bowstring, like a serpent, coiled around the arm, restraining the arrow; the hand, knowing all ways, protected every man from all sides. The divine arrow, red-dyed, with a deer’s head and iron mouth, offspring of Parjanya’s seed, was honored with great homage. Released with prayer, the arrow was sent forth, sharpened and swift, to strike down the enemies, leaving none remaining.