O Immortals, I have heard of all that you bring forth from the ocean of heaven, or from the house of riches. Among the rivers, the Sindhu, whose course is golden, flows swiftest for you, Ashvins, drawn by your white steed. May you, Ashvins, be mindful, your radiant wisdom shining as you ride your gleaming chariot, accompanied by noble fame. Mighty Ashvins, harness your chariot and accept our nourishment. Gracious Lord Vayu, come to us, drink the sweet soma, and enter our offering. Vayu, lord of the ritual, wondrous kinsman of Tvashtar, we choose your favor. We seek you, Vayu, kinsman of Tvashtar, lord of wealth; the people, possessing soma, long for your brilliance. Vayu, come from the auspicious sky and bring us good horses; bring greatness on your broad-winged chariot. We call you, most excellent among the swift, in the dwellings of men, not on the horse’s back, but with praise at the stone. So you, god Vayu, delighting in our minds and foremost among gods, grant us strength, waters, and wisdom. Agni is invoked as the priest, the stones, the sacred grass at the ritual. With a hymn, I approach the Maruts, Brahmanaspati, and the gods, seeking their noble protection. You encompass cattle, earth, trees, dawn, night, and herbs; may all the Vasus, all-knowing, be protectors of our thoughts. Let our offering advance, O Agni, ancient among the gods; among the Adityas, among Varuna of firm vows, among the Maruts shining everywhere. All-knowing and beneficent to mankind, increasing the world, the Vasus are fierce; with safe protection, all-knowing, may they grant us a shield free from harm. May all the gods, united in purpose, come to us today. With hymn and song, may the Maruts, divine Aditi in her great dwelling, be present. O Maruts, may your beloved offerings, those accompanied by horses, come forth; may Indra, Varuna, the mighty ones, and the Adityas sit upon our sacred grass. We, with strewn sacred grass and devoted offerings, having pressed Soma, call upon you, Varuna, as men call upon Agni. Come forth, O Maruts, Vishnu, Ashvins, Pushan, with unerring thought; let Indra, the foremost, the bull, the slayer of Vritra, come with those who bring gifts, whom I praise. Grant us, O gods, a shelter that is unbroken and secure; for not even from afar, O Vasus, nor from near, does any harm reach the one whom you protect. For you, righteous gods, there is kinship; for you, abiding help. Now speak to us for earlier and present welfare, swiftly for new favor. For now, indeed, I have praised you for the enjoyment of your bounty. I, who bow to you, all-knowing ones, have approached as one seeking another. The Sun, the glorious guide, has risen, exalted and worthy; the two-footed and four-footed seekers, restless and eager to fly, have lain down. To each god for help, for favor, for strength, let us call, praising with divine thought. For the gods are united in purpose for Manu, all together, bestowers of gifts; may they today and hereafter be knowers of our paths. I proclaim you, O sinless ones, among those who are praised; no deceit, O Varuna, O Mitra, reaches that mortal who keeps your ordinances. He crosses over to prosperity and abundance, who serves you for favor; he is born with offspring, according to law, unharmed, and grows in every way. Without you, he finds conflict; with good guides, he travels the path. Aryaman, Mitra, Varuna, the givers of gifts, together protect him whom they favor. Even on the plain, you make a descent for him; even in difficulty, you grant an easy passage. Even this thunderbolt, though near, let it, swelling, perish away from us. Whatever today, at the rising of the Sun, you, of dear rule, establish as order; whatever at setting, at awakening, all-knowing ones, or at midday in the sky; whatever, O mighty ones, you establish as order at the approach of night, as shelter for the worshipper—may we, O Vasus, stand close to you in the midst of it. Whatever today, at sunrise or midday, you bestow as favor upon Manu, all-knowing ones, to the one who offers, to the wise, that grant. We choose that abundant gift of yours, O sovereigns, as a son chooses much sustenance. May we obtain that, O Adityas, by offering the oblation, by which we may not lack wealth. Those thirty-three gods who sat upon the sacred grass, knowing the twofold food. Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman—those who grant us favor—Agni, accompanied by their wives, who are invoked with the vaṣaṭ-call. May those guardians, unfailing, protect us from above and below, in this way, from the front, with all their might. As the gods desire, so let it be here; let no one diminish their portion, not even a mortal who is hostile. Seven are their seven spears, seven their glories; sevenfold they have established their splendors. One, tawny, unique, powerful, youthful, harnesses the golden chariot. One, radiant and wise among the gods, has settled in the womb. One, steadfast among the gods, bears an iron axe in his hand. One bears the thunderbolt in his hand, prepared; with it he slays the foes. Thus, the gods are invoked, praised, and their blessings sought, as the sacred rituals unfold, the hymns resound, and the devotees seek their protection and favor for strength, wisdom, and abundance.