In the ancient days, there was one, pure and mighty, who bore sharp weapons in his hand and was known as the healer of waters. This solitary figure guarded the path with the stealth of a thief, knowing well the treasures hidden along the way. With wide strides, he traversed three great steps, and in those places, the gods rejoiced. Alongside him, two companions journeyed together, dwelling as if in a foreign land, their unity steadfast. These two sovereigns established their seat in the sky, setting an example for all, and streams of clarified butter flowed in their honor. Some among the divine sang and composed a great chant, and by their song, they made the sun shine forth. Among the gods, there was no child or boy; all were truly great. Thus praised, the thirty-three worshipful gods of Manu, destroyers of foes, sat down together. The people prayed to them: “Protect us, save us, and speak on our behalf. Do not lead us far from the paths of our ancestors and of humankind.” They invoked all the universal gods present, and Vaiśvānara as well, asking for wide shelter for their cattle and horses. He who offers sacrifice, who presses the Soma and prepares the sacred meal, is known to Indra through his utterances. He who brings the sacrificial cake and swiftly offers Soma, Shakra delivers him from distress. For such a sacrificer, the radiant chariot guided by the gods becomes manifest, and he prospers, conquering all adversaries. In his house, rich in offspring, Iḷā, full of milk, yields her abundance day by day, never failing. Those spouses who, with united minds, press Soma and hasten together, receive perpetual blessings from the gods. The noble ones approach the well-arranged sacrificial seat, never left behind in contests for wealth. They do not lose the favor of the gods nor become disliked; instead, they shine with great renown. With sons and daughters, they enjoy the full span of life, adorned with golden ornaments. Those who perform the rites and acquire wealth gladden others for immortality, removing the hairy covering and making offerings among the gods. They choose the protection of the mountains, the rivers, and the companionship of Vishnu. They pray: “May Pūṣan, wealth, fortune, and well-being, the all-supporting, come to us; may the broad path lead to well-being. Unwearied and without harm, may all the thoughts of the god, of the Ādityas, arrive here without delay. As Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuṇa are our guardians, may the paths of truth be easy for us.” With praise, Agni, the ancient god of treasures, is invoked—beloved by many, like a friend who brings success in the field. Swift is the chariot of the godly, or the hero in battle; he who worships the gods with devotion conquers adversaries. The sacrificer, the Soma-presser, and the worshipper of the gods suffer no loss; through devotion, they become conquerors. No one is destroyed by action, nor by woman, nor by desire; the devoted worshipper conquers adversaries. Here is true heroism and the possession of horses; the devoted worshipper conquers adversaries. Now, the deeds performed by the Kanvas are proclaimed in song to Indra, celebrating the exhilaration from Soma. Indra, the fierce one, struck down Śṛbinda, Anarśani, Pipru, and the mighty bowman Dāsa, and destroyed the waters. He stretched out the expanse of Arbuda, the lofty height, displaying his manly strength. To the renowned, bold, and swift one, prayers ascend from the mountain’s summit, seeking gracious aid. Indra, delighting in Soma draughts, breaks open the pens of bull and horse, as he would a fortress. If pleased by the pressed Soma or by the hymn, he sets his mind upon the people and comes near with favor. The singers call to Indra, lover of song and Soma-drinker, asking him to make them victorious. They pray that he bring them, rejoicing, a portion to nourish them unfailingly, for he is bountiful and possesses much wealth. They ask for cattle, gold, and horses, hoping to unite in strength through his gifts. They call upon Bṛhaduktha, swift in action and ever helpful, for aid. In the assembly, the slayer of Vṛtra, whose power is true, bestows wealth upon the singers. May even Śakra himself bring gifts in abundance, Indra with all his aids, fulfilling the prayers of the devoted. Thus, the sacred story unfolds, revealing the greatness of the gods, the blessings of sacrifice, and the triumphs of those who worship with devotion.