In the sacred assembly, the sages gathered to honor the divine, offering their wealth and devotion to the One who hears every cry—be it from Aryan or Dāsa, from friend or foe, from those who bless and those who oppose. All voices, even those raised in anger, reach the Lord, to whom all offerings are made. Amidst them stands a mighty presence, empowered by a thousand sages, whose strength spreads vast as the ocean. His greatness is unwavering and true, celebrated both in sacrifice and among the wise. To this greatness, hymns of praise ascend. To Savitar, the golden-tongued, the people pray: “Guard our dwellings today with guardians who cannot be deceived, with auspicious protectors. Bring us new prosperity, and let not any ill-wisher hold sway over us.” Vāyu is invited to the sacrifice that soars toward the heavens. “Come with good thoughts, O Vāyu, you who are pure within and adorned above. I, radiant, approach you with reverence.” Indra and Vāyu, of beautiful form, are called with sincere invocation. “May all people be free from harm; may we gather together with minds united in goodness.” Thus, the mortal finds joy in divine worship, seeking Mitra and Varuṇa for the offering and the giving of oblations, delighting in communion with the gods. The Aśvins are beckoned: “Come, adorn yourselves and drink the honey. The milk is drawn, O mighty and noble givers. Cause us no harm—come, partake in our offerings.” Let the Lord of Speech advance, and may the goddess Truth draw near. May the gods guide our sacrifice to the heroic and noble one, the provider of abundance. The Moon glides among the waters, the swift-winged messenger darts across the sky, and the tawny, bountiful wealth—roaring and nourishing—approaches, bringing prosperity. To every god, the people turn for help and favor, seeking strength and offering praise with hearts filled with divine thought. Agni, Vaiśvānara, blazes forth vast in the sky. Growing strong upon the earth, he is kindled with power, dispelling darkness with his radiant light. Indra and Agni are hailed: “This one, footless, came from the lotus-stalks. Leaving its head behind, it spoke with its tongue and moved, stepping thirty steps.” The gods, united in purpose for Manu, act with one intent. “May they be with us today and tomorrow; may they be our guides, knowing the path.” Indra, destroyer of evil, has lifted curses and become glorious. The gods have chosen him for friendship, radiant among the Maruts. For mighty Indra, the Maruts sing hymns of praise. He, the slayer of Vṛtra, wields a thunderbolt of a hundred joints, powerful in battle. Indra’s strength grows, his bull-like power swells with the delight of pressed Soma. Today, as in times past, his sons sing of his greatness. Now, let us meditate on that which rises far and remains awake as divine, yet also goes forth when asleep—the light of lights, traversing all distances. May my mind be endowed with auspicious resolve. By this mind, the wise and thoughtful perform actions and sacrifices, steadfast in assemblies. This subtle, mysterious presence within all beings—may it bring my mind auspicious resolve. This mind is discernment, consciousness, and fortitude—the immortal light within all creatures, without which nothing is accomplished. May my mind be blessed with auspicious resolve. By this, all that exists, all that will be, is embraced in immortality. The seven priests sustain sacrifice by its power—may my mind be thus endowed. Within it are established the Ṛc, Sāma, and Yajus, like spokes in a wheel’s hub. In it, the consciousness of all beings is woven—may my mind be blessed. As a skilled charioteer guides swift horses, so this mind directs men with reins. Established in the heart, swift and restless—may my mind be guided toward auspicious resolve. Now I praise the mighty, righteous father, powerful as Trita, who shattered the many-headed Vṛtra with his strength. With Anumati’s favor, may we be granted well-being. Inspire us with resolve and skill, and lead us safely across life’s expanse. May Anumati accept our sacrifice today among the gods, and may Agni, bearer of offerings, bring delight to the worshipper. Sinīvālī, broad-hipped goddess and sister among the gods, accept this oblation and grant us offspring. The five rivers, with Sarasvatī, flow together in their currents. Sarasvatī, in her fivefold form, became a river in that land, nourishing all. Agni, you were first among the Angiras sages, divine among gods, auspicious friend. By your command, poets and wise ones were born, and the Maruts with shining vision. Protect us, Agni, with your divine guardianship. Safeguard our bodies, be the protector of children, offspring, and cattle, ever watchful in your vow. Upon the outstretched earth, the wise one swiftly gave birth to the vigorous bull. The radiant pillar, strong in his might, was born as the son of Iḍā, in skill. At the foot of Iḍā, at the navel of the earth, we place you, Jātavedas, Agni, to carry our offerings. We praise the powerful one, radiant and Angiras-born, with hymns and songs well composed, singing the Ṛg-hymn and the song to the renowned man. Offer great homage to the mighty one, with song and praise, by whom our forefathers, the Angiras sages, found the cows through their hymns. Indra, your friends long for you, the delightful one. They press Soma and prepare offerings, enduring reproach, for none but you are truly wise. For you, O supreme one, no distance is too far. Go forth with your two bays, O wielder of the mace. The stones are yoked for the steadfast Bull, prepared at the fire for the pressing. Unconquered in battle, victorious in war, giver of light, guardian of waters and people—may we follow you, O Soma, who brings prosperity, fame, and triumph. Soma gives the cow, Soma gives the swift horse, Soma gives the heroic, diligent man. He grants companionship, wisdom, assembly, and ancestral praise to the one who offers to him. You, Soma, created all these plants, brought forth the waters, made the cows, stretched out the wide midspace, and with your light, drove away darkness. With divine mind, O god Soma, mighty one, contend for our share of wealth. Let not the lord of strength deprive you—be vigilant in the contest for the prize. Eight are the regions of earth, three the distances of the desert, seven the rivers. The golden-eyed god Savitar has arrived, bearing treasures and precious gifts for the worshipper. Thus, the sacred hymns flow, weaving together the praise of the gods, the blessings of earth and sky, the guardianship of the divine, and the resolve of the mind—uniting all beings in the eternal embrace of Sanātana Dharma.