Whether in waking or in sleep, we recognize that we have committed offenses—some known, some hidden. With humility, we turn to Sūrya, the radiant Sun, and pray: may he release us from all sin and misfortune that have arisen from our actions. We acknowledge that our faults may have occurred anywhere—in the village, in the deep forest, in gatherings and assemblies, through our senses, among the humble or the noble, or even in the very course of performing our duties. For all such transgressions, we seek their removal and purification. Turning our attention to the sacred waters, we invoke Aghnyā and Varuṇa, the guardian of cosmic order. From all that dwells in the waters, we ask Varuṇa to release us from impurity. He is the cleanser, the remover of sin, whether committed by gods or by mortals. We pray to this generous deity to protect us from harm. May our hearts be as deep and tranquil as the ocean, resting within the waters. Let the healing herbs and pure waters enter into us, becoming our allies. May these waters and herbs be friendly and nurturing to us, yet turn away from those who bear us hatred or whom we cannot love. Just as a fetter is slipped from the ankle, as sweat is washed away after a bath, or as clarified butter is purified through a strainer, so too may these waters wash away all our impurities. We have emerged from darkness and ignorance, and now behold the higher light. We have reached the divine Sun, the supreme radiance among the gods. Today, we approach the sacred waters, merging with their essence. O waters rich in nourishment, we come to you seeking brilliance, offspring, and wealth—may you grant us these blessings. May the sacred fire be kindled within us, and may we kindle it in return. The fire is both fuel and radiance—let its radiance fill us. May earth, dawn, and sun be in perfect harmony; may the entire world be united. May we become the light of the universal fire, enjoying abundance and fulfillment. Earth, svāhā. Upon you, O Agni, lord of vows, we place the sacred kindling. In you we place our vow and our faith. As consecrated beings, we kindle you, igniting the sacred flame. Where Brahman and Kshatra—spiritual and royal power—walk together in harmony, that world is holy and wise, the dwelling place of gods and Agni. Where Indra and Vāyu stride in unity, that world too is sacred and filled with wisdom, a world free from discord. Let the fibers of the offering join with yours, the rough with the rough; may your fragrance guard the sacred Soma, preserving its unerring essence for exhilaration. The priests pour and sprinkle the Soma all around, purifying it for the tawny, intoxicating drink. What message does the Soma convey to you, and what words do you return to it? O Indra, accept on our behalf the morning offering—grains, cakes, and gruel, accompanied by hymns. O Maruts, sing loudly to Indra, the slayer of Vṛtra, by whose strength the gods, grown in truth, brought forth the light for the ever-awake deity. Adhvaryu, the officiating priest, bring forth the pressed Soma, filtered and purified, so that Indra may drink. He is the lord of beings, in whom all worlds are established, ruler of the great and greater. By his authority, and by our own, we take up the sacred offering. This offering is received for the Aśvins, for Sarasvatī, for Indra, for Sutrāman. This is their seat—let it be for them. May our breath, our downward breath, our sight, and our hearing all be protected. May our speech bring healing, and may you unite our mind. Of all that is created by the Aśvins, Sarasvatī, Indra, and Sutrāman, of all that is invoked and called, we partake. O Indra, kindled at the fore of the dawns, you, ancient and mighty, have grown strong. With three gods, with thirty, you struck down Vṛtra and scattered the foes. Narāśaṃsa, the heroic one, measures out the sacrifice; Tanūnapāt presides over its seat. Adorned with cows and honey, the wise one worships with golden offerings. Praised by the gods and drawn by bay steeds, let Purandara, breaker of enclosures and wielder of the bolt, come eagerly to our sacrifice, accepting us. Indra, seated upon the sacred seat facing east, wide-spreading and auspicious, anointed with the Ādityas and united with the Vasus, presides over the earth. Let the swift and noble wives, the Kavaṣyas, hasten to bring Indra, the bull. Let the divine doors open wide, and let the hero, strong and foremost, enter. Uṣas and Naktā, great and mighty, rich in milk and ever-yielding, bring the heroic Indra. Skillfully weaving the stretched thread, the god of gods, worshipful and radiant, arrives. The divine and human Hotṛ priests, in many places, first call upon Indra with sweet words. Bearing the head of the sacrifice with honey, they increase the ancient light with their offerings. Three goddesses—Sarasvatī, Iḍā, and Bhāratī—grow with the offering, accepting Indra as a wife welcomes her husband. They support all, with unbroken thread and nourishment. Tvaṣṭṛ, the divine craftsman, has placed strength for mighty Indra, fashioning many glorious things for fame. The bull sacrifices to the bull, and those bearing the head of the sacrifice unite the gods. The forest lord, released and unbound, stands upright, tamed like a god. He fills Indra’s belly with offerings, sweetening the sacrifice with honey and ghee. For the small drops of Soma, let Indra the hero, the mighty bull, approach; may the immortal gods, rejoicing, delight in the offering with ghee. May Indra, praised and ever-growing in strength, come to our aid at the feast. May his powers flourish unconquered, like the heavens themselves. May Indra come to us from afar, bringing aid, the mighty lord of men with the thunderbolt, conquering our foes in battle and contest. May Indra draw near with his bay steeds, bringing help and bounty. Let the thunderer, the bountiful and far-seeing, stand by us in this sacrifice and in every contest for strength. We call upon Indra, the protector and helper, the hero who responds to every call. We invoke Śakra, much-invoked Indra—may he grant us well-being and abundance. May Indra, of wise counsel and generous gifts, be gracious to us. May he drive away hatred, grant us fearlessness, and make us lords of heroic strength. May we remain in the good favor and happy mind of this worshipful one. May Indra, of excellent guidance and gifts, keep hatred far from us, even from a distance. Come, Indra, with your delightful bay steeds adorned with peacock plumes. Let no one restrain you—come swiftly, as an arrow flies beyond the bowstring. Thus do the Vasiṣṭhas praise Indra, mighty and thunder-armed, with hymns. May he, thus praised, grant us heroes and cattle, always protecting us with his blessings. Kindled Agni, the Aśvins, the heated vessel, and the shining, pressed Soma are present. Sarasvatī, the cow, yields the bright Soma here, granting the strength that Indra desires.