What God, of those who hear, is he whose well-praised name we may record in this our sacrifice; and how? Who will be gracious? Who of many give us bliss? Who out of all the Host will come to lend us aid?
The will and thoughts within my breast exert their power: they yearn with love, and fly to all the regions round. None other comforter is found save only these: my longings and my hopes are fixt upon the Gods.
To Narāśaṁsa and to Pūṣan I sing forth, unconcealable Agni kindied by the Gods. To Sun and Moon, two Moons, to Yama in the heaven, to Trita, Vāta, Dawn, Night, and the Atvins Twain.
How is the Sage extolled whom the loud singers praise? What voice, what hymn is used to laud Bṛhaspati? May Aja-Ekapād with Rkvans swift to hear, and Ahi of the Deep listen unto our call.
Aditi, to the birth of Dakṣa and the vow thou summonest the Kings Mitra and Varuṇa. With course unchecked, with many chariots Aryaman comes with the seven priests to tribes of varied sort.
May all those vigorous Coursers listen to our cry, hearers of invocation, speeding on their way; Winners of thousands where the priestly meed is won, who gather of themselves great wealth in every race.
Bring ye Purandbi, bring Vāyu who yokes his steeds, for friendship bring ye Pūṣan with your songs of praise: They with one mind, one thought attend the sacrifice, urged by the favouring aid of Savitar the God.
The thrice-seven wandering Rivers, yea, the mighty floods, the forest trees, the mountains, Agni to our aid, Kṛśānu, Tisya, archers to our gathering-place, and Rudra strong amid the Rudras we invoke.
Let the great Streams come hither with their mighty help, Sindhu, Sarasvatī, and Sarayu with waves. Ye Goddess Floods, ye Mothers, animating all, promise us water rich in fatness and in balm.
And let Brhaddiva, the Mother, hear our call, and Tvaṣṭ