Let us listen to the sacred hymn that rises to the divine hosts. The generous Maruts, whose tongues are like fire and who uphold the cosmic order, are invoked to hear these praises. Varuṇa, steadfast in his vow, is invited to partake of the Soma, together with the swift Aśvins and radiant Uṣas, the Dawn. Here, Agni himself is seen as the Vasus, the Rudras, and the Ādityas—he embodies all these divine forms. Agni is called to worship the assembly of self-lawful deities, the human-born, all shining and anointed with ghee. For Agni is ever attentive to those who offer worship. Wise among gods, red-horsed, and lover of song, he is asked to bring forth the thirty-three deities to this sacred place. Just as the ancient seers Priyamedha, Atri, and Virūpa called upon the divine, so too does Praskaṇva now raise his voice to Agni, the knower of all beings, the great-vowed Angiras. Priyamedha, seeking great aid, has invoked Agni, king of the rituals, whose bright flame shines forth. These invocations, rich with ghee, are offered so that Agni might hear the sons of Kaṇva calling for his help. Agni, famed among the tribes, with radiant hair and beloved by many, is the divine carrier of offerings. As Hotar and officiant, the wise have established him among the gods, bestower of wealth and most renowned, always attentive to the prayers of mortals. To Agni, the wise come bearing pressed Soma and abundant oblations, seeking his favor for those who worship. Let those powerful deities who journey at dawn partake of Soma. On this day, may Agni, gracious one, seat the divine assembly upon the sacred grass. He is asked to bring the gods here with his invocations, and to drink this Soma, generous one, beyond the passing of the day. Now, as a new Dawn shines forth, beloved of the sky, the singer lifts a lofty hymn to the Aśvins. These wondrous twin gods, children of the river, bestowers of wealth, know the ways of prosperity through wisdom. Their praises are uttered on the summits of the ancient earth, as their chariot is set in motion at the coming of day. With offerings, the lover of the waters is satisfied—the purifier, the father of the house, the protector of people. The Aśvins are called the supports of thoughts, wise in speech, and are invited to drink Soma with strength. They, who fill the world with light and drive away darkness, are asked to grant food and nourishment. The prayer calls to the Aśvins: come with the ship of thoughts to carry us across; yoke your chariot, O swift ones. Your oar stretches wide as the sky, your chariot waits at the fords of the rivers, and with wisdom, the drops of Soma have yoked it. The Kanvas' offerings pour at the place of rivers, and the gods are asked where they seek their own hidden place. There, light dawned for the portion, gold gleamed before the sun, and the black one revealed it with his tongue. A path was made to cross over—a good way of truth—and the heavenly stream was seen flowing. The singer celebrates the many helps of the Aśvins, rejoicing in the exhilaration of Soma. Clothed in brightness at dawn, with Soma and song, the Aśvins are invited to come to the people, following the glory of the wide-moving Dawn. They have won the truths through the nights. Both Aśvins are asked to drink and grant protection, with unfailing aid. For them, Soma is pressed, sweet and grown with truth—the Aśvins are invited to drink it beyond the day and bestow treasures upon the worshipper. With their triple-yoked, triple-bodied, well-adorned chariot, they are called to the sacrifice, where the Kanvas sing their hymns. O Aśvins, drink the honeyed Soma, you who are strengthened by truth. Bring riches on your chariot today to the one who offers. Seated on the threefold sacred grass, come and taste the sweetness of the sacrifice; the Kanvas, having pressed Soma, call upon you with their prayers. With the same aids by which you once protected Kanva, O Aśvins, protect us now, lords of beauty, and drink the Soma. For Sudās, bring wealth on your chariot—let your horses carry you, and grant us treasures from the ocean or from the sky, bestowing abundance. Wherever you may be, O Nāsatyas, whether far or near, come with your well-yoked chariot, together with the rays of the sun. Let your swift horses, adorned for sacrifice, bring you to the pressing of Soma. Grant nourishment to the doer of good, sit upon the sacred grass, O generous ones. With your sun-bright chariot, come, O Nāsatyas, as you have always brought riches to the worshipper, and drink the honeyed Soma. Hymns and songs call you for help, for in the beloved assembly of the Kanvas, O Aśvins, you have always drunk Soma. Now, Dawn herself is invoked. With her power she shines forth, daughter of heaven, bringing great brilliance and wealth, revealing the light and bestowing gifts. With horses, cattle, and all-knowing treasures, she moves forth for the worshipper. She is asked to awaken the people, grant fair speech, and urge on the bounty of the generous. Dawn has risen, ever young and leading the chariots. Those who attend her journeys are steadfast and renowned, like the unfathomable ocean. Among those lords who harness their minds to her journeys for giving, Kanva, the most devoted of the Kanvas, sings her praise among men. Thus, in these sacred hymns, the gods are invoked, the offerings are made, and the ancient connection between mortals and the divine is renewed with every dawn.