I bind my prayers to your ancient inspiration: may the praise rise like the prince’s path. All Sons of Immortality will hear it, all those with celestial natures.
When you came close to us like twin sisters, religious-hearted devotees brought you forward. Take your place, you who know your proper role: be near, be very close to our Soma.
I have risen five steps from Earth. I follow the one with four-footed feet with devout observance. This I measure with the Sacred Syllable: I purify in the center of Order.
He, for God’s sake, chose death to be his portion. He did not choose, for the good of men, eternal life. They sacrificed Bṛhaspati the seer. Yama gave up his own dear body.
The Seven flow to the Youth who the Maruts await: the Sons bring the sacrifice to the Father. Both are his, as his they are the Lords of both: both work, and both prosper well.