He, like a splendid chariot yoked with abundance, brings forth treasures for the great ones. All the descendants of Nahusha, born from the sun’s radiance, rise upward in aspiration, seeking the forest as their haven. Strong as the Maruts, the divine troop, you purify all, untouched and unharmed; like swift waters, may you bring us good fortune, O sacrifice with a thousand streams, victorious in battle. Agni, you are the priest of every sacrifice, established among gods and humans alike. With your delightful tongues at the ritual, mighty one, you worship and lead the gods, honoring them in their assembly. Wise Agni, you alone know the paths and ways, guiding the gods directly in the sacrifices. The immortal divine priest goes forth in front, skillfully urging the rituals onward. Like a swift horse among steeds, the priest is led forth at the sacrifices, the sage becomes the means of the ritual. By wisdom, the most excellent fashioned the embryo of all beings, placing the father of skill within his offspring. At the pressing, pour out the wealth—the glory of heaven and earth—let the streams cherish the mighty bull. They know their own utterance, like calves with their mothers; they do not mingle with others, but remain with their kin. At the offerings, as they desire, they establish a support in heaven; to Indra and Agni, they offer homage and bliss. This is indeed the greatest among beings, from whom the fierce, mighty one was born. Newly born, he immediately overcomes his foes, and all the goddesses rejoice in him. Increasing in strength and vigor, he brings fear to the enemy for the Dasa; he has protected, scattered, and conquered, and all bow to him during gifts and delights. In you, all choose wisdom; when these two become three, the delights are most sweet. Sweeter than sweet, pour forth the exhilaration—blend honey with honeyed draughts. At the three-wooded press, the buffalo, strong with barley, drank the pressed Soma with Vishnu as he wished; he rejoiced in it, to perform a great deed. The true god accompanied the god, the true Soma accompanied true Indra. Born together with power and might, they grew together, excelling in strength and heroic deeds. They conquered foes, wise ones, givers of desired wealth to the praiser; the true god accompanied the god, the true Soma accompanied true Indra. Then, with surpassing might and strength, he became fierce in battle, filling the two worlds with his greatness. He grew immensely, took another into his belly, and shone forth; the true god accompanied the god, the true Soma accompanied true Indra. The seventh, the first portion, is sung to the lord of the cows, to mountain-Indra, as is fitting—to the true lord of truth. The bays have been set in motion, the ruddy ones placed upon the sacred grass, where we gather together. For Indra, the cows have milked out the barley-mixed draught; for the wielder of the bolt, the honey found in the gathering. May our offering summon Indra in every assembly; let hymns and libations approach the slayer of Vritra, the most mighty, with praise. You are the first giver of wealth, truly the lord of riches; we choose you, mighty one, as the worthy son of strength and greatness. The ancient, nourishing, primeval, and praiseworthy ones have been milked forth from heaven; they sang together at Indra's birth. Some, seeing, have approached the ancient, watery, shining treasures of heaven; like the sun, Savitar spreads out the covering of the sky. O Purifier, when you move, you encompass these two worlds and all beings with your might; like a bull among herds, you shine forth in splendor. Now, Agni, proclaim for us this new song of praise among the gods, as our companion. You are divided, O radiant one, like the waves of a river; you swiftly flow towards the worshipper, bestowing gifts. Grant us a share in the highest, in the prizes, and teach us in the middle; O giver, in the end as well. Indeed, I have grasped the wisdom of the immortal father; I was born like the sun. With ancient birth, I adorn the hymns like the Kanvas, by which Indra acquired strength. Those sages who did not praise you, Indra, and those who did, you are well praised. Agni, be pleased with our prayer, together with all the fires, O mighty one; those who are divine and long-lived, with them exalt our hymns. Agni, together with all the fires, advances; he whose offspring are strong, surrounded by us with fitting prizes. Agni, with the fires, inspire us for prayer and sacrifice; urge us to give wealth for the sake of divinity. In you, Soma, the first ones placed the sacred grass for great prize and fame; so you, hero, urge us to heroism. You have pierced through with fame, like a stream none can hold back, like a bearer with arrows in his hands. The immortal was born for mortals, according to the law of the immortal and its beauty; always bringing prize, let it be sought. Pour the Soma for Indra; he drinks the honeyed Soma and, by his greatness, urges on the rewards. I spoke to the lord of the steeds, who grants rewards; now listen to the praise of the horse. Indeed, O friend, never before nor now has anyone been more heroic than you; neither in wealth, nor in ways, nor in bonds.