In the ancient days, the ever-youthful god Agni stood as the victorious one, conquering even the strongest fortresses and winning the prizes with his swift steed. Through him, unfailing fame was attained, and the people continually sought all desirable blessings in his radiant presence. Agni, the delightful priest of the people, was the giver of all treasures; his were the first vessels filled with honey, and to him the heartfelt praises of the community were offered. The generous, godly youths, stirred like horses yoked to a chariot, responded to the songs sung in honor of Agni, the mighty lord of all. To him, they prayed for offspring and descendants, and for the wealth that flows from generosity. The most exalted, the great upholder of order, Agni, shone with radiant brilliance, and the people sang to him, offering their praises. Agni, famed for heroes, came eagerly when kindled and invoked with splendor; his newest favor was sought, bringing riches to those who called upon him. He was praised as the dearest and most beloved guest, the guide of chariots, who rose and set, who knew the wealth, and who was ever worthy of sacrifice. For those who sought the prize with wisdom, Agni’s paths were not hard to cross. The people prayed that Agni, the generous and much-praised guest, would not take away their blessings, for he was the good priest who performed proper rites. They asked that no harm come to Agni from their true words, nor from other gods, for even the poor sought him as messenger, the one invoked to carry prayers and perform rituals. They called Agni to come with the Maruts and the Rudras, to drink the Soma, and to rejoice in their good praise, bringing light and joy to his household. Then, Soma, the sacred drink, was pressed to flow with the most pleasant and exhilarating stream, prepared for Indra to drink. Soma, the destroyer of demons and all-pervading among men, reached his place of origin and sat in the vessel of wood. He was called to become the most spacious and mighty, the slayer of Vṛtra, and to grant the wealth of the generous. Soma was invited to flow forth to the assembly of the great gods, bringing strength and fame. Day after day, the people came to him, placing their hopes in Indu. The daughter of the sun purified the flowing Soma with her constant garment, and ten maidens, like sisters, grasped him together in the distant sky. The unbending ones pressed Soma, blowing forth the sweet strength of the triple-layered, honeyed draught. Unyoked cows strained him, the calf, for Indra to drink. In his exhilaration, Indra slew all his foes, rejoicing in the gifts brought to him. Soma, full of divine power, flowed through the filter, delightfully, and came into Indra’s company. The mighty, most glorious bull Soma poured forth his great stream and entered his eternal abode. The streams of the pressed, inspired Soma milked the beloved honey, and the wise one pervaded the waters. Great rivers followed after him when he was clothed with cows. The ocean cleansed itself in the waters, pillar and support of the sky, as Soma, purified in the filter, eagerly awaited his role. The mighty, tawny one roared vast and unseen like Mitra, shining together with the sun. The songs were cleansed by Soma’s power, adorning him for exhilaration. For his exhilaration, the people sought him, the swift creator of worlds, whose praises were great. Soma, like a rain-filled cloud, poured out the honeyed draught for Indra with his stream. Indu was rich in cows, men, horses, and strength, the ancient soul of the sacrifice. This immortal god, Soma, was set in motion like a leafy branch, entering the vessels. Made clear, he ran beyond narrow places, self-purifying and impossible to deceive. With the wise and those who lived by truth, the tawny Soma was cleansed for strength. He sought all treasures as a hero does with his companions. Riding in his chariot, the purifier brought delight and revealed his voice in song. Praised by the inspired, Soma flowed forth through the waters, bestowing treasures upon the worshippers. He rushed across the sky, beyond spaces, with his roaring stream. Untouched, he spread through the sky, the purifier performing his own rites. Born from ancient birth, pressed for the gods, the tawny one flowed through the filter. With manifold vows, newly born, he generated lights, purified by his stream. Thus, the people honored Agni and Soma, the givers of wealth, strength, and light, invoking their blessings through song and sacrifice, seeking the treasures and favors that only the gods could bestow.