In the ancient days, the rivers flowed with an exhilarating force, their waves intoxicating and vibrant, set in motion by the will of Indra. These rivers, born of the sky, carried the energy of both worlds, weaving their liquid threads around their source, moving and mingling in delight. Once united, they divided into two streams, ever-flowing, like cattle returning to the stall. Revered as mothers of sages and wives of the world, the rivers were praised by the mighty, sharing the same seat of honor. At the sacred sacrifice, the waters were called upon to pour forth offerings worthy of the gods, to bestow prayers for wealth and prosperity. United with truth and free from error, the waters listened to the invocations, shining with wealth and bearing good counsel and immortality. As wives of the lord of prosperity, Sarasvati herself was entreated to grant the glory that is so often praised. When the waters arrived, bearing ghee, milk, and honey, they became visible and flowed forth, joining the priests in mind and spirit. Together, they brought the pressed Soma to Indra. The shining, life-giving waters were then seated by the priests and friends upon the sacred grass, with Soma offerings placed in union with the Son of the Waters. Eager, the waters sat at the sacrifice, desiring to serve the gods. The priests pressed Soma for Indra, and their god-pleasing sacrifice was fulfilled. May the blessings of the gods approach the worshipful with all their might, offering protection and friendship, helping them overcome misfortune. Let mortals seek wealth only through righteous means, following the path of truth with reverence, speaking with resolve and grasping superior wisdom with their minds. Inspired thoughts flowed like streams to the sacred place, as hymns sought the gracious one. Those who approached the favor of the generous and wise became as if immortal. The ever-youthful, self-controlled master of his household, begotten by Savitar, was blessed; may Bhaga and Aryaman not withhold cows from him, but cover him with beauty. May the earth become as abundant as the dawns, when the powerful gather in strength, and may swift prizes come to the singer seeking praise. The ancient favor spread like a vast cow, and in the lord’s home, companions shared sustenance together. Questions arose: What was the forest and which tree fashioned heaven and earth? They stand firm, undecaying, with mighty supports, as days and dawns grow old. Nothing is beyond or greater than this; the bull upholds heaven and earth. The self-sustaining ones make a skin, a filter, and the bright ones carry the sun as if it were a horse. Like a bull, he does not tire of the earth; like wind, he moves freely through space. Where Mitra and Varuna are worshipped, and Agni burns like a fire in the forest, his heat remains. When the charioteer drives his team swiftly, he steadies the restless ones, protecting his own. When the son was born before the parents, the cow lowed gently as the calves were questioned. Some claimed Kanva was the son of a human, while Shyava, victorious, gained wealth. The bright ones poured forth for the dark one; none surpassed them in this. Let the eager and wise come forth with gifts, delighting in the best. Indra, may you be pleased with both when you taste the soma drink. Indra travels through shining realms of heaven and earth, praised by many. Those who bear him at sacrifices, strong in voice, please him and drive away the hostile. May it be wondrous for me when a son learns the knowledge of his parents, and the wife carries her husband with zeal. May the well-adorned, noble pair carry good fortune. This is the shining seat where cows stand ready to be yoked, and the ancient mother gives birth to the seven-formed voice. The abode fit for the gods was proclaimed; Turvani goes alone with the Rudras. Whether old age or death is among them, honey is poured for the flames. Hidden in the waters, the guardian of the gods' order spoke, and Indra explained it. By this instruction, Agni was approached. He who does not know the field is guided by one who knows, finding the path by instruction. Today, the living one has eaten, grown, nourished by his mother. Old age comes even to the young; the generous one, with a good mind, becomes weary. Let auspicious rites be performed, O Kuruśravaṇa, giving gifts of abundance. May generous donors give, and may the Soma in the heart be so. No one has bound me among people; I have carried on without Pūṣan. May all the gods protect me, for the cry of the lawless was raised. On all sides, torment comes like rival wives, ribs aching. Helplessness oppresses, nakedness brings shame, and the mind trembles like a frightened horse. Like mice gnawing, they attack the singer. Once, O generous Indra, show mercy; be like a father to us. I choose Kuruśravaṇa, the king, Trāsadasyu, the mightiest among the generous, as my sage. His chariot, drawn by three bay horses, is well-guided, praised at the thousand-gifted sacrifice. His sweet songs, like those of Upamaśravas his father, proclaim abundance. Upon the son Upamaśravas, descendant of Mitrātithi, I call, honoring his father. If I might rule over immortals or mortals, may the generous one live for me. No one, not even with a hundred souls, lives beyond the law of the gods; thus, with such a yoke, he is set apart. The dice, made of strong Vibhīdaka nuts, excite me; thrown on dry ground, they make me rejoice, like the delicious food of Mujavat Soma. The lively dice awaken me. She neither scolded nor rejected me; she was kind to my friends and me. For the sake of one die, I abandoned my devoted wife and made her weep. The mother-in-law hates the wife, restraining her; the destitute finds no comforter. Like an old horse worn out by service, I do not find enjoyment in the gambler's winnings. Others touch the eager gambler’s wife, longing for the throw. Father, mother, and brothers say: "We do not know him; take him away, he is bound." Thus, through the rivers, the sacrifices, the wisdom, the struggles, and even the fates of gamblers, the story of the world flows—woven with divine threads, echoing the prayers and lessons of the ages.