O gracious one, Agni, with your wondrous presence, we call upon you to inspire us toward generosity, to guide us as the charioteer of wealth, leading us safely to a secure refuge. With your steadfast companions—those who never fail and are ever-present—guard our children and descendants, Agni. Drive away from us the hostilities of the divine and the harms brought by those who do not honor the gods. Turning to Viṣṇu, we ask: what is your renowned name, O Viṣṇu, that you encircle? For you have declared, “I am Śipiviṣṭa.” Do not conceal your form from us, especially when you appeared in another shape at the assembly. Now, O Śipiviṣṭa, I proclaim your offering, noble one, knowing your deeds. I praise you, mighty in the wilds, who abides at the farthest reaches of this vast expanse. For you, O Viṣṇu, I utter “vaṣaṭ”; may you accept this offering, O Śipiviṣṭa. May my praises reach you, and may you, along with all the gods, always protect us with well-being. O Vāyu, radiant one, I have come to you with the foremost portion of the sweet Soma. Come, O god worthy of praise, with your retinue, and drink of this Soma. Indra and Vāyu, you are both worthy of these Somas, for the streams flow toward you as waters descend together. O Vāyu and Indra, mighty and strong, come together with your retinue, riding the same chariot, to partake of Soma. Adorned through the night, you approach the prize, as thoughts urge the tawny one of Vivasvat to set forth. We prepare that exhilarating drink, pleasing to Indra, which the cows, with their strength, have bestowed in ancient times and now, O wise ones. The ancient song has praised this purifying one, and inspired thoughts, bearing the names of the gods, have adorned it. Like a horse with strong reins, we honor you, Agni, with reverence, recognizing you as the sovereign of rituals. May that son—mighty, far-reaching, gracious, and generous—become ours. May he always protect us from harm, near and far, from mortal and evil, for the sake of all our lives. Indra, in battles, you surpass all opponents; you are the destroyer of curses, the creator, the slayer of Vṛtra, conquering the assailant. The earths followed your overwhelming might, as mothers follow a child. You shatter all your foes, Indra, when you conquer Vṛtra in your wrath. The sacrifice turned back hostile forces, creating a covering in the sky. Indra split the midspace, the expanse of heaven, in the intoxication of Soma, striking the enclosure. She rose up from the Angirases, revealing herself from hidden places; once concealed, she has now driven the covering away. That mighty one, victorious in the assembly, may you invoke in every song, stirring him for help. The fighter—ever unconquered, drinker of Soma, unshaken, the man of unfailing resolve—stands forth. Indra, grant us wealth, knowing abundance, and protect us in the contest for riches. Your great power, skill, and wisdom, Indra, sharpen the desirable thunderbolt in the mind. For you, Indra, the sky proclaims your manliness, the earth your fame; the waters and mountains urge you onward. You are praised by Viṣṇu of vast abode, by Mitra, by Varuna; the host exults in you, as do the Maruts. To you, Agni, for strength, peoples sing praise; be unconquered, destroy the foe. Will you, Agni, for our desire of cattle, seek out wealth for us, making it wide and abundant? Do not, Agni, in great wealth, carry us away to another’s share; as you win together, so win wealth for us. To the wrath of the one, all peoples bow, as rivers bow to the ocean. Indra split the head of Vṛtra, the one who resisted, with his hundred-jointed, powerful thunderbolt. His strength and brilliance shone when Indra brought together both worlds, as with a hide. Gracious, wealthy, delighting, she is the good daughter. Come, O mighty one, with your two beautiful, well-matched bays yoked to the pole—let them draw near. With lowered heads, they stand in the midst of the waters; with ten horns, they point in every direction. The eighth and the second half run forth, each to its own; the pourers hasten to the Soma for the hero, the mighty one, for the intoxicating drink. Here, let the two bay steeds, yoked by prayer, swiftly bring Indra, the friend, the singer to be praised with hymns. The slayer of Vṛtra, rich in offerings, has drunk; do not restrain him from us, for he is abundant in might. To you, the drops approach, like rivers to the ocean; no one surpasses you, Indra. You have revealed your greatness, O mighty one, awake for the draught of Soma, Indra, within your bellies. May the Soma, Indra, slayer of Vṛtra, be pleasant for your belly; may the drops be pleasant for your abodes.