O Lord, whose arms hold thousands upon thousands of mighty missiles, we humbly pray: be their master and turn their faces away from us. Upon the earth dwell countless thousands of Rudras; may their bows be laid down far from us, a thousand leagues distant. In the vast ocean and the atmosphere, you reside; may the Rudras there also lay down their bows at a thousand leagues’ distance. There are blue-necked, white-throated Rudras who have ascended to heaven; may their bows rest far away. Likewise, blue-necked, white-throated Sharvas move upon the earth below; may their bows be laid down at a thousand leagues’ distance. Among the trees are Rudras, tawny and red-hued, blue-necked; may their weapons be laid aside, far from us. Those who are lords of beings, arrow-bearers with matted hair, those who guard paths and lead travelers, wielding weapons of life—may their bows be laid down at a thousand leagues’ distance. Rudras who roam the fords, holding clubs and quivers, those who strike people eating food and drinking from vessels—may their bows, too, be laid aside far from us. All Rudras, as many as can be counted and more, spread in every direction: may their bows be laid down at a thousand leagues’ distance. We offer homage to the Rudras in heaven, whose arrows are rain. To ten in the east, ten in the south, ten in the west, ten in the north, ten above, we bow in reverence. May they protect us and show us mercy; whomever we hate, and whoever hates us, we consign him into their jaws. Salutations to the Rudras in the atmosphere, whose arrows are the winds—again, ten in each direction and above. May they protect us and show us mercy; whomever we hate, and whoever hates us, we place him into their jaws. Salutations to the Rudras on earth, whose arrows are food; ten in each direction and above. May they protect us and show us mercy; whomever we hate, and whoever hates us, into their jaws we place him. Now, let us turn to the Maruts. The strength and nourishment that rests on the stone and mountain, gathered from waters, plants, and trees—may the Maruts, striving together, grant us this strength and nourishment. The stone is your hunger; may that strength be within me. Whomever we hate, may your thunderbolt reach him. O Agni, may these bricks of mine become cows—one, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, a hundred million, a billion, a hundred billion, a trillion, the ocean, the middle, the end, the highest. May these bricks be cows in both worlds, here and beyond. You, Agni, are of the seasons, strengthened by the seasons, standing in the seasons. Flowing with ghee and honey, radiant, wish-fulfilling, inexhaustible. With the foam of the ocean, O Agni, we encircle you—be pure and auspicious for us. With the membrane of frost, O Agni, we encircle you—be pure and auspicious for us. Come near, come as if to the reed, cross over as in the rivers. Agni, you are the bile among waters. Frog, come with them; make this sacrifice bright and auspicious. This is the descent of waters, the resting place of the ocean. May your flames burn others, not us; be pure and auspicious for us. Agni, pure one, with your shining light and delightful divine tongue, bring the gods and offer to them. O pure Agni, shining one, bring the gods here; bring our sacrifice and offerings. By the pure, discerning, and compassionate one, the earth was illuminated, like the dawn by its rays; swift as a horse, moving like the wind, thirsting for praise, ageless. Salutations to your flame, your burning, your radiance. May your flames burn others, not us; be pure and auspicious for us. You are the lord among men, among waters, among grasses, among trees, among lights. Those gods among gods, worthy of sacrifice, who sit by the portion of the year—may they, uninvited, drink the honey and ghee themselves in this sacrifice. Those gods who attained divinity among the gods, priests of Brahman—without them, nothing is purified, neither in heaven nor on earth nor in the waters. Givers of breath, exhalation, circulation, radiance, space—may your flames burn others, not us; be pure and auspicious for us. Agni, with your sharp flame, burn away all impurity; Agni brings us wealth. The sage, the priest, who offered all these worlds, sat down as our father; desiring wealth with blessing, he entered the lower realms first. What was the foundation, what the beginning, what indeed was the story? From where did Viśvakarman, the all-seeing, create the earth and stretch out the sky with his greatness? With eyes everywhere, face everywhere, arms everywhere, feet everywhere, he blows with his arms and wings—the one god, creating heaven and earth. What was the forest, and what was the tree from which heaven and earth were fashioned? The wise inquire with their minds about that which upheld the worlds, bearing them. Those highest abodes of yours, those intermediate, and these here, O Viśvakarman, teach them to your companions, O self-sustaining one; offer yourself, growing in strength. Viśvakarman, growing through offering, offer yourself to earth and to heaven; let other rivals be confused nearby—here, let Maghavan be our wise benefactor. Let us today invoke Viśvakarman, lord of speech, swift in mind, for strength; may he delight in all our offerings, the all-beneficent, the doer of good, for our aid. Viśvakarman, through the increase of offering, made Indra the protector, invincible; to him the peoples bow together from ancient times—this mighty one is to be invoked as is fitting. The wise father of vision, with mind, created clarified butter in the names; when the ends were firmly fixed, then heaven and earth expanded. Viśvakarman, with his mind, departed from here—the creator, the arranger, the highest, the seer; their desired offerings are enjoyed together, where the seven sages speak of the one beyond. Thus flows the sacred invocation, honoring the divine powers—Rudra, Agni, Maruts, Viśvakarman, and the gods—seeking their mercy, strength, and auspiciousness, and pondering the mysteries of creation and the sustaining of all worlds.