In the sacred dawn, the devotee calls upon Agni, the resplendent fire, to lead the host to prosperity, longing for Agni’s highest glories to become their own. They ask Agni to establish harmonious kinship among all, to make their discipline steadfast, and to stand with mighty force against any adversary. Chosen with hymns of praise, Agni is entreated to be attentive, for like Indra, he is filled with strength; the best among men honor him with gifts, as they do the gods and Vayu. Within Agni, who is well-invoked, the noble ones—those generous leaders who grant wide pastures to cattle—are cherished. The devotee calls upon Agni, famed for his listening, to hear them alongside the gods who bear fire and his companions. They invite Mitra and Aryaman, who come at dawn, to be seated upon the sacred grass at the sacrifice. Aditi, mother of all, is praised as the most worthy among those to be worshipped; Agni is acknowledged as the guest among humans. May Jātavedas, the knower of all births and protector of the gods, be gracious to the devotee. Under the blazing protection of Agni, they pray to remain blameless before Mitra and Varuna, and to gain the favor of Savitar, choosing the protection of the gods this day. Even the swelling waters, like cows, do not violate the order, nor do the singers, O Indra. The devotee asks Indra to come as Vayu comes to his followers, for Indra, by his thoughts, distributes prizes. The cows, bringers of abundance to the sacrifice, have come near, their ears shining golden. As the sun rises, Mitra and Aryaman awaken, and Savitar and Bhaga bestow prosperity. At the pressing of the Soma, the devotee pours forth wealth, the radiance of heaven and earth, invoking Rasā to support the mighty bull, the ancient one known as Vena. When Vena stands forth, all adorn him; clothed in splendor, he moves shining. This is the great name of the mighty Asura, of many forms, who has established immortal things. To the great, to the joyous Viśvānara, the all-pervading, the devotee offers praise with the exhilarating drink, whose favor, strength, and fame are honored by Indra and the two worlds. Their fuel is abundant, their praise is great, their song wide; for them, Indra is the youthful friend. The devotee invites Indra to rejoice in the Soma, with all those who partake, and to grant great abundance through his strength. Indra, with shattering force, struck down Vṛtra, exposed illusionists, slew the serpent in the woods, and brought forth the cows, revealing the lovely ones. The devotee wonders where mighty Indra goes forth alone, Lord of Truth, and what he does. Indra questions the noble ones in battle; the devotee asks Indra to speak of what he has for them, for Indra’s strength is unmatched—never overcome, never cast aside. To Indra, the Ayavas press forward, longing to cross to the rich land of cattle. Those, sons of many, wish to milk the earth, the great, thousand-streamed, abundant one, all at once. The devotee offers their thought and praise to the wise, mighty Indra. In festival and striving, the gods, with their strength, follow Indra, the victorious. Let the shining one, bearing greatness, drink the sweet Soma, granting undisturbed life to the lords of sacrifice. Driven by the wind, he protects with his own power, nourishes the peoples in many ways, and shines forth. Upward, the rays carry Jātavedas, the Sun, for all to see—hail! With that radiant eye, O blazing one, you observe all people; you, O Varuṇa, see. The divine priests are invited to come with their chariot shining like the sun; with honey, they anoint the sacrifice. These are the ancient ones, Vena, the wondrous marvel among the gods. May Viśvānara, the divine Savitṛ, come with Iḍā’s blessings to the assembly. As young men delight in the devotee, so may the world turn with favor and thought. Whatever Indra, slayer of Vṛtra, has done today, and all the Sun accomplishes, is under Indra’s control. The Sun, swift and all-seeing, maker of light, illumines the entire expanse. That is his divinity, his greatness spread in the sky, taken up when he yoked the bays from his seat, as night stretches out her garment for him. For Mitra and Varuṇa, the Sun fashions his form in the lap of the sky; one of his powers is endless and bright, another is dark, both borne by the bays. Great is the Sun; great is Āditya. His greatness is praised, for he is indeed great. O Sun, you are great in glory and might; by your greatness, you are the overlord of the gods, their priest, the all-pervading, unfailing light. All the people, as if yearning, look upon the Sun; all, born with strength, partake of Indra’s gifts, as one would share a portion. Today, at the rising of the Sun, the devotee asks the gods to free them from misfortune and blame. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, Sindhu, Earth, and Heaven not harm them. Savitar, moving in the black firmament, establishes both immortal and mortal, seeing all worlds with his golden chariot. The sacrificial grass is well-laid for them, as the lord of the people, the seat is approached; at the first calling of the dawn, Vayu and Pushan, with their chariots, come for well-being. The devotee invokes Indra and Vayu, Brihaspati, Mitra and Agni, Pushan, Bhaga, the Adityas, and the host of Maruts. May Varuna be their protector, and Mitra, with all aids, grant divine favor. Upon Indra, Vishnu, and their kin, the Maruts and Ashvins, the ancient ones, Vena, and all gods, with the Ida offerings, let the Soma honey be enjoyed, O guardians of the people. Agni, Indra, Varuna, Mitra, the gods and hosts, Maruts and Vishnu, both Ashvins, Rudra, the goddesses, Pushan, Bhaga, and Sarasvati—may they accept the offering. The devotee calls Indra and Agni, Mitra and Varuna, Aditi, the heavens, earth, Maruts, mountains, waters, Vishnu, Pushan, Brahmanaspati, Bhaga, and Savitar for aid. May the Rudras, the mighty ones, the mountains, united in the slaying of Vritra and in invocation, protect the devotee; whoever praises and sings, let the gods led by Indra defend them. Finally, the devotee invites the worshipful ones to come near today, approaching them with reverence in their heart. They pray for protection from the wolf and from the doer of harm, asking the worshipful gods to shelter them always.