At the sacred watering place, the stones have flowed together, and the sweet Soma juice has been poured into the vessel, marking the beginning of a holy rite. With reverence, the priests pour out the offering, as the high-spoked, far-traveling, never-failing stream rushes forth, bearing blessings to all. In the presence of the mighty one, the worshippers pray that they may neither fear nor grow weary in his fierce companionship, longing to witness the great deeds he has accomplished for Turvasha and Yadu. With his powerful left flank, he stirs, yet the generous giver takes no offense. The cows, adorned and mingled with honey, emerge; the devotees are invited to approach and drink the flowing nectar. The radiant and pure songs of praise are offered to Purūvasa, wise and discerning, extolling him with hymns. Honored by a thousand sages, he spreads forth like the ocean, his greatness true and his power celebrated in both sacrifice and the sovereignty of the wise. All—Aryan and Dasa alike—are subject to him; even hostile enemies are subdued. To this radiant one, wealth is offered. The swift ones sing of honeyed, clarified butter; the sages chant hymns, and for the worshippers, wealth and mighty power spread forth, with the streams, O Indu, belonging to them. Indu, pressed with cows and horses, skillful, wealthy, and pure, is to be held among the cows. He is invoked as the lord of the Haris, most divine, a shining friend among the noble. Indu is called upon to drive away any godless, hostile ones, to dispel the double-minded, for he is mighty. The priests anoint, adorn, and unite, stirring the power and anointing with honey. The golden-hooved ones seize the animal in the waters, as it breathes and flies from the river. The wise, purifying one is sung to, as the great stream flows and darkness rushes away. Like a snake shedding its skin, the splendid one glides forth; like a playful youth, the tawny one moves forward. The foremost king shines, exalted and established in the world by day; the tawny one, bathed in clarified butter, beautiful and radiant-charioted, is purified for wealth and home. The eighth, the first half, with all the fires, O Agni, with the fires, this sacrifice and speech may be accomplished with strength and glory. Whatever is perpetual, each god is worshipped, and for them, the offering is kindled. May the lord of the people, the delightful and worthy Hotar, be dear to the worshippers, as they hope to be dear to their own fires. Indra is called upon, surpassing all, for the people, hoping he will belong to them alone. May the mighty one accept the offering at the sacrificial feast and increase nourishment for the unconquered. Like a bull among the herd, born of lineage, he stirs the peoples with strength, the unconquered lord. By his wondrous aid, the worshippers are inspired toward gifts; Agni, the charioteer of wealth, is asked to lead them to secure refuge. He is invoked to guard offspring and descendants with his companions, those unfailing and ever-present, to drive away divine hostilities and the harms of the ungodly. Viṣṇu’s renowned name is sought, as he encircles all. Śipiviṣṭa is declared, and the worshippers ask him not to hide his form, recalling when he appeared in another shape at the assembly. Now, Śipiviṣṭa’s offering is declared, his works known and praised, as he abides at the farthest end of the expanse, mighty in the wilds. For Viṣṇu, the utterance ‘vaṣaṭ’ is made, hoping he will accept the offering, and that all may be protected always with well-being. Vāyu is invoked, radiant one, with the foremost portion of the sweet drink, invited to come and drink Soma with his retinue. Indra and Vāyu, worthy of drinking these Somas, are called, as the streams flow toward them like waters descending together. Vāyu and Indra, mighty together, lords of strength, are invited to come on the same chariot for the drinking of Soma. Through the night, adorned, they approach the prize, as thoughts urge the tawny one of Vivasvat to set forth. The exhilarating drink is prepared, pleasing to Indra, bestowed by the cows with their strength, both in ancient times and now. The purifying one is praised by the ancient song, and inspired thoughts bearing the gods’ names adorn it. Like a horse with strong reins, Agni is honored with reverence, the sovereign of the rituals. May that son, mighty, far-reaching, gracious, and generous, become theirs. May he protect always from harm, near and far, mortal and evil, for the sake of all lives. Indra, in battles, surpasses all opponents; he is the destroyer of curses, the creator, the slayer of Vṛtra, the conqueror of assailants. The earths followed his overwhelming might as mothers follow a child; he shatters all foes, conquering Vṛtra in his wrath. The sacrifice turns back the hostile ones, making a covering in the sky. Indra splits the midspace, the expanse of heaven, in the intoxication of Soma, striking the enclosure. She rises from the Angirases, revealing herself from hidden places, driving away the covering. That mighty one, victorious in the assembly, is invoked in every song, stirring him for help, as the worshippers seek his favor and protection.