At the break of dawn, as the world awakens in gentle light, the worshipper turns with devotion to Agni, the ever-youthful and radiant guest, beloved and well-invoked among the gods. With reverence, he praises Jātavedas Agni, summoning him at each new dawn so that the gods may come and grace the sacred gathering. The devotee offers his hymns to Agni, the immortal one, guardian and protector, wise and ever-watchful, the true carrier of offerings. He seeks Agni’s favor, asking that this divine fire, sweet-tongued and gracious, become well-disposed to the singer and, for the sake of Praskaṇva, grant food and long life, so that the assembly may honor the gods together. Agni, the knower of all things, is kindled by the people as the Hotar, the priest who invites the gods. The worshipper calls upon Agni, much-invoked and wise, to bring the gods swiftly to the sacrifice. At every dawn, the Kaṇvas, with their pressed Soma, kindle Agni anew, inviting him to join with Savitar, Uṣas, the Aśvins, and Bhaga as night yields to morning. Agni, lord of rituals and messenger among mortals, is awakened at dawn to bring the gods who see the sun, that they might partake of the Soma. He shines forth, blazing before the dawns, all-seeing and radiant, protector in the gatherings, chief among priests, and the human priest at every sacrifice. The people appoint Agni as the accomplisher of the sacrifice, the Hotar and officiant. Like Manu, they look to him—wise, ancient, and immortal messenger—for guidance. As Agni, friend of the gods, goes forth as chief priest, his flames leap up like the roaring waves of a mighty river, carrying the message to the divine assembly. With attentive ears, Agni listens, joined by the gods and his companions. The worshipper calls for Mitra and Aryaman, who travel at dawn, to seat themselves upon the sacred grass at the sacrifice. He invites the generous Maruts, whose tongues are fire and who uphold cosmic order, to hear the hymn; and prays that Varuṇa, steadfast in his vow, may drink Soma with the Aśvins and Uṣas. Agni is seen as all the Vasus, Rudras, and Ādityas, worshipped in the self-lawful assembly, where ghee flows in abundance. Attentive to the worshipper, Agni, the red-horsed lover of song, is asked to bring all thirty-three gods to the gathering. The call of Praskaṇva echoes like that of Priyamedha, Atri, and the great-vowed Angiras, all wise in the knowledge of beings. For great help, Priyamedha calls upon Agni, king of rituals, his bright flame shining. The sons of Kaṇva offer invocations with ghee, seeking Agni’s favor and help. Renowned among all tribes, Agni is beloved by many, called upon to carry offerings, his radiant hair shining. He is established as Hotar and officiant by the wise, bestower of wealth, most renowned, ever attentive among the hosts of the gods. The wise approach Agni with pressed Soma and abundant oblations, seeking blessings for mortal worshippers. The gods who travel at dawn are invited to partake of Soma, and Agni is asked to seat the divine assembly upon the sacred grass that very day. Agni is urged to bring the divine assembly with his invocations, and to drink the Soma, generous one, beyond the day. Now, as a new Dawn shines forth, beloved of the sky, the worshipper turns to the Aśvins with a lofty hymn. These wondrous, river-born gods, wise in riches and bestowers of wealth, are praised upon the summits of the ancient earth as their chariot sets forth. With the offering, the lover of the waters is satisfied—the purifier, the father of the house, protector of the people. The Nasatyas, supporters of thought and wise in speech, are invited to drink the Soma with strength. The Aśvins, who have filled the worshippers with light and driven away darkness, are asked to grant food and sustenance. The worshipper calls them to come with the ship of thoughts, to carry all safely across, and to yoke their chariot. Their oar is as broad as the sky, their chariot at the river’s ford, and with wisdom, the drops have yoked it. The drops of the Kaṇvas, at the place where rivers meet, seek the hidden place of the Aśvins. There, light shines for the portion, gold gleams before the sun, and the black one reveals it with his tongue. A path is seen to cross over, a good way of truth, and the stream of heaven flows before the seer’s eyes. The singer celebrates the many helps of the Aśvins, rejoicing in the exhilaration of Soma. Clothed in brightness at dawn’s coming, with Soma and song, the Aśvins are called to come to the people. They follow the glory of the wide-moving dawn, having won the truths through the journey of the nights. Both Aśvins are invited to drink, to grant protection and unfailing aid. The Soma, most sweet and pressed with truth, is offered for them to drink beyond the day, with a prayer that they bestow treasures upon the worshipper. With their triple-yoked, triple-bodied, well-adorned chariot, the Aśvins are called to come, as the Kaṇvas sing their hymns at the sacrifice. The Aśvins are urged to drink the honeyed Soma, growing strong with truth, and to bring riches upon their chariot to the one who offers. Seated on the threefold sacred grass, knowing all things, the Aśvins are invited to taste the sweetness of the sacrifice. The Kaṇvas, having pressed the Soma, call upon them with heartfelt prayers, honoring the gods at the dawn of a new day.