May fame be granted to me from heaven and earth, from Indra and Bṛhaspati, from Bhaga; may renown be released for me. Let me be the speaker among those honored in the assembly. Now, let me proclaim the heroic deeds of Indra, the mighty wielder of the thunderbolt. In his first acts, he slew the serpent, split open the waters, struck the sides, and shattered the mountains. I am Agni by birth, the Knower of all beings. Clarified butter is my vision, immortality my nourishment. I am the threefold supporter, the sun, the traverser of the sky, the unceasing light, the offering, and the all. Agni protects the foremost step of the wise, guards the swift foot of the sun, and at the navel, Agni with seven heads preserves. When Agni is kindled, he shines forth brilliantly; his tongue moves within as a spark. O Agni, grant us wealth, nourishment, brilliance, and vision. The seasons arrive, each delightful: spring, summer, the rains, then autumn, winter, and the cool season—all are pleasing. The Purusha has a thousand heads, a thousand eyes, a thousand feet; he pervades the earth on all sides and stands above it by ten fingers’ breadth. Three quarters of the Purusha rose upward; one quarter was born again here, spreading everywhere, into what eats and what does not eat. All this is truly the Purusha—whatever has been and whatever will be. All beings are but a quarter of him; three quarters, immortal, dwell in heaven. Such is his greatness, yet Purusha is greater still. He is the lord of immortality, who grows beyond through food. From him was born Virāj, and from Virāj, the Purusha. Once born, he extended beyond, behind the earth and in front. I regard Heaven and Earth as bountiful, spread out without bounds, joined together. Heaven and Earth, stand firm for us; release us from sin. O Indra, your beards are tawny, and your steeds are tawny. The poets, men, and singers praise you, O tawny one. Whatever radiance belongs to gold, to cows, to truth and sacred utterance, may we be united with that radiance. With that strength, O Indra, grant us power; you are lord of this great might, wide-seeing. Grant us wisdom, manliness, enduring strength; in battle, make us slayers of foes. With strong bulls and calves, rise up, bearing all forms, O two divine cows. May this broad world be yours; these waters, well-guarded, are here for you. O Agni, purify our lives, bestow swift strength and food upon us; drive far away those with evil minds. Let the radiant one drink the great Soma, bearing life and delight for the lord of sacrifice. Driven by wind, he protects by his own power, nourishes offspring, and shines in many ways. A wondrous form of the gods has arisen—the eye of Mitra, Varuna, and Agni. It has filled heaven, earth, and the midspace; the sun is the soul of all that moves and stands. The spotted cow has stepped forth; she settled before her mother, approached her father, longing for the dawn. He moves within, shining, drawing in breath and sending it forth; the great buffalo has revealed the heavens. In thirty abodes he radiates; speech is set for the swift-winged one, in every place, with the luminous ones. As birds fly away, so these rays depart; like stars with the nights, they go to the sun, the all-seeing one. His signs are unseen, his rays spread among the people, shining like fires. You are the swift, all-seeing, maker of light, O Sun; you illumine all the shining realms. You turn back the hosts of gods, the hosts of men, and all the world, so that all may behold the sun. With this pure vision, O Varuṇa, you see all people as they move about. You rise, measuring the wide expanse of the sky with your rays, observing births, O Sun. The sun has yoked seven swift mares, daughters of the chariot; with these, self-yoked, he journeys. Seven bright ones carry you in the chariot, O god Sun, with flaming hair, all-seeing. Thus, to the forested mountain, to the great ones, O bountiful one, know the path of praise; direct the powers, Lord of strength, of those who came before, O much-desiring one. With these, for you, with blessings and sweet food, the radiant, wise Indra is made aware for strength, not for want. O Śakra, for wealth and vigor, O wielder of the bolt, most mighty, come, drink, rejoice, O most generous to men. Know, for wealth, the good heroism; be lord of vigor, master of riches, most generous to men, most mighty among the strong. He who is most generous among the bountiful, like the sun in brightness, wise—may Indra lead us; praise him who knows. For he, Śakra, is master of that strength; we call upon the unconquered victor. May he scatter our haters, the great and the true. We call upon Indra for the gaining of wealth, the unconquered victor. May he scatter our haters. For your former pressed Soma, O stone-armed one, for exhilaration, place your favor upon us, O gracious one. Fulfillment is praised, most mighty; truly, Śakra, you now take up this new gift. O Lord, let us speak of the hero who, as the slayer of Vṛtra, moves among men, who goes among the cows, a friend, gracious, without enmity. Now, the five purīṣa-steps: indeed, O Agni; indeed, O Indra; indeed, O Pūṣan; indeed, O gods. Om, indeed, O gods.