With strength upon strength, the mighty one conquered splendid prizes, winning renown and ascending to the heavens. By strength, he upheld the first true laws and followed the path of the gods, and with that very strength, we too strive to follow in his footsteps. Even the ancestors could not match such greatness; the gods themselves bestowed wisdom among their own, distributing all things, and with their power, each being returned to its proper form. With their might, these powers circled the vast expanse, measuring out the ancient, boundless abodes. Into these forms, all creatures entered, spreading widely among the many peoples of the earth. The sons divided the demon who knows the sun, splitting him in two and establishing him with a third act. The fathers, by their own strength, set their offspring and the ancestral thread among the generations to come. Like a ship crossing the sea or the directions that span the earth, he, blessed, overcomes all hardships. In his greatness, he places his offspring among those who came before and those who come after, praised by all. Let us not stray from the path, nor from the sacred sacrifice, O Indra, drinker of Soma. May our enemies not overcome us. May we reach that sacred thread, the arranger of the sacrifice, stretched among the gods—well-invoked and well-attained. Now, let us call upon the mind, with the favor of Nārāśaṃsa and Soma, and with the thoughts of our ancestors. May that mind return to us, bringing resolve, skill, and life, so that we may clearly see the sun’s light. May our divine ancestors grant us back our mind, so that we may unite with the living assembly. O Soma, by your ordinance, may our minds dwell within our bodies, and, with our offspring, may we be united together. If your mind has wandered far away to Yama, the son of Vivasvat, we call it back here for dwelling and for life. If your mind has journeyed to the sky or the earth, we call it back here for dwelling and for life. If your mind has gone to the four-quartered earth or the four directions, we call it back here for dwelling and for life. If your mind has wandered to the ocean, the sea, or to the shining streams, we call it back here for dwelling and for life. Wherever your mind has strayed—among waters and plants, to the sun and the dawn, to the great mountains, or through all this moving world—we call it back here for dwelling and for life. Even if your mind has traveled to distant realms, to what has been and what will be, we call it back here for dwelling and for life. Let us carry life across, as a skilled charioteer guides his steeds; let decay and destruction be set far away from us. With song, wealth, and food, let us gain abundant fame; may the singer cherish all things for us, and may destruction be far removed. May we be strong with heroic deeds, like heaven, earth, and mountains; may the singer perceive all things for us, and may destruction be far away. Soma, do not give us over to death; let us see the rising sun. May old age be set aside by the gods for us, and may destruction be far away. Giver of life, hold our minds for living, extend our lives, and let us rejoice in the vision of the sun; nourish our bodies with ghee. Giver of life, restore our sight and our breath here for enjoyment. May we see the rising sun for a long time; O Anumati, grant us well-being. Let earth give us life again, and let the divine sky and atmosphere renew us. Let Soma restore our bodies, and Pūṣan grant us the path and well-being. May heaven and earth, the close and youthful mothers of truth, bring us blessings. If there is any harm, may heaven, earth, and the ground remove it, so that none of it remains with us. Medicines move twice and thrice through the sky, and one upon the earth; if there is harm, may heaven, earth, and the ground remove it, leaving none behind. Indra, guide the cow and the draught animal who brought forth the chariot of the Ushinaras; if there is harm, may heaven, earth, and the ground remove it, so that none remains with us. We have come to the assembly of the mighty, to those who are praised among the great, bearing our reverence. We seek the true lord of the chariot, the unopposed, the shining, the powerful. He, endowed with purity, surpasses others like a buffalo; even when armed, he remains pure. In his ordinance, Ikṣvāku prospers with delight, and five tribes flourish for longevity, as in heaven. O Indra, uphold sovereignty in assemblies and on the seat of the chariot, shining like the sun in the sky. You yoke the red steeds of Agastya to the waters; you have overcome the Paṇis, O king, and crossed all hostile ones. This one returns to his mother, this one to his father, this one to the living; so, O Subandhu, let your movement go forth and come out.