May my tongue always speak with auspiciousness, my words be great and noble, my mind reign sovereign and clear, my anger ever restrained, and my radiance shine brightly. Let joy and delight fill me; may my fingers and limbs be strong and capable; may Mitra, the friend, be with me and strength be my companion. May my arms be endowed with vigor and power; may my hands act with skill and courage. May nobility dwell within my self, and may my chest remain steadfast and unwavering. Let my back become a realm of strength, my abdomen a firm support, my shoulders and neck unyielding, my hips stable and grounded. May my thighs, knees, and shanks be strong, and may all my limbs be protected in every place. May my navel be the seat of deep thought and discernment; may my anus be the place of purification. Let joy and supreme delight reside in my creative powers; may fortune and prosperity be present in my generative organ. Through my shanks and feet, may I be firmly established in righteousness, standing as a king among the people. I stand secure in the realm of nobility, in the kingdom, among horses and cows. I stand firm in every limb, in the self, among the breaths, in nobility, in nourishment, in both heaven and earth. May the three gods, the eleven, the thirty-three, all the beneficent deities, with Brihaspati as their priest, and in the power of the divine Savitar—may all these gods, together with the other gods, protect me. Let the first unite with the second, the second with the third, the third with truth; truth with truth, sacrifice with sacrifice, yajus with yajus, sama with sama, ṛc with ṛc, with the preliminary chants and the main chants, the yājyā hymns and the vaṣaṭ calls, with all offerings—may all my desires be fulfilled. Earth, svāhā. May my hair be readiness, my skin humility and approach; may my flesh bring acquisition of wealth; may my bones and marrow be filled with reverence. If, O gods, we have committed any offense against you, may Agni release me from all such sin and misfortune. Whether by day or by night we have erred, may Vāyu release me from all such sin and misfortune. Whether awake or asleep, if we have committed offense, may Sūrya release me from all such sin and misfortune. Whatever offense we have committed in the village or the forest, in the assembly, in the senses, among the lowly or the noble, or concerning our own duty—may that be removed. Whatever is in the waters, O Aghnyā, O Varuṇa, we invoke; from that, Varuṇa, release us. You are the remover of impurity, the great cleanser. Remove the sins committed by gods and mortals alike. O god of many gifts, protect us from harm. May your heart rest deep in the ocean, within the waters; may herbs and waters enter you. May the waters and herbs be friendly to us, and unfriendly to those who hate us and whom we hate. As one is released from a fetter, as one cleanses away sweat after bathing, as clarified butter is purified by a strainer, so may the waters cleanse me from all impurity. We have risen from darkness to behold the higher light; we have reached the divine Sun among the gods, the supreme radiance. Today I have approached the waters; with their essence we have flowed together. O waters rich in milk, I have come to you; grant me brilliance, offspring, and wealth. May you be kindled, may we kindle you. You are the fuel, you are the radiance; place your radiance within me. May earth, dawn, and sun be in harmony; may the whole world be united. May I become the light of the universal fire, and may I enjoy abundant desires. Earth, svāhā. I place the kindling upon you, O Agni, lord of vows; in you I place my vow and my faith. I, the consecrated, kindle you. Where Brahman and Kshatra walk together in harmony, that world is holy, full of wisdom, where the gods dwell with Agni. Where Indra and Vāyu walk together in harmony, that world is holy, full of wisdom, where there is no place for discord. Let the fiber be joined with your fiber, the rough with the rough; may your fragrance guard the Soma, and your unfailing essence bring exhilaration. They pour and sprinkle all around, purifying for the tawny, intoxicating drink—what does it say to you, what do you say to it? O Indra, enjoy for us in the morning the grain-filled, the gruel-mixed, the cake-bearing, the hymn-accompanied offering. Sing loudly to Indra, O Maruts, the slayer of Vṛtra, by whom the gods, grown in truth, generated the light for the ever-awake god. O Adhvaryu, bring the pressed Soma with stones through the filter; purify it for Indra to drink. He who is the lord of beings, in whom the worlds are established, who rules the great and the greater—by him I take you, by me I take you. You are received by me for the Aśvins, for Sarasvatī, for Indra, for Sutrāman; this is your seat—for the Aśvins, for Sarasvatī, for Indra, for Sutrāman. May my breath be protected, my downward breath, my sight, and my hearing; may my speech bring all healing, and may you unite my mind. Of what is made by the Aśvins, by Sarasvatī, by Indra and Sutrāman, of what is invoked, of what is called, I partake. Kindled, O Indra, at the forefront of the dawns, you, the ancient, have grown strong; with three gods, with thirty, the wielder of the bolt struck down Vṛtra and drove away the foes. Narāśaṃsa, the hero, measures out, Tanūnapāt, the seat of the sacrifice; adorned with cows, anointed with honey, the wise one worships with gold-bright offerings. Praised by the gods, possessing bay steeds, invoked, eager with the offering, striving, let Purandara, breaker of enclosures, wielder of the bolt, come to the sacrifice and accept us. Accepting the seat, Indra, possessing bay steeds, sits facing east, in the region of the earth; wide-spreading, the foremost, auspicious, anointed with the Ādityas, united with the Vasus. Let the swift wives, good spouses, hastening, bring Indra, the bull, the Kavaṣyas; let the divine doors open wide all around, and let the strong, the foremost with might, the hero, enter. Uṣas and Naktā, great and mighty, rich in milk, ever-yielding, bring the heroic Indra; weaving the stretched thread with skill, the god of gods, the worshipful, of splendid radiance. 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 the offering. Three goddesses, growing with the offering, accept Indra as wives accept their husband; Sarasvatī, Iḍā, and Bhāratī, the all-supporting, with unbroken thread and nourishment. Tvaṣṭṛ, placing strength for mighty Indra, has fashioned many glorious things for fame; the bull, sacrificing, seeks the bull, and these, bearing the head of the sacrifice, unite the gods. The forest lord, released and no longer bound by snares, stands upright, tamed, like a god; filling Indra’s belly with offerings, he sweetens the sacrifice with honey and ghee.