I do not allow this anywhere—neither in the earth nor in the sky, not even in sacrifice or holy rites— May the massive mountains crush him down! Degenerate be Atiyaja’s sacrificer.
Or he who despises us, O Maruts, or seeks to blame the prayers we make, May he suffer agony of burning! May the sky scorch the man who hates devotion.
Why then, O Soma, do they call you the keeper of prayers? Why then our protector from reproaches? Why do you see how men revile us? Cast your hot dart at him who hates devotion.
May the Mornings, as they spring to life, protect me, and may the Rivers, swelling, preserve me. My guardians be the firmly-seated mountains: the Fathers, when I call on Gods, defend me!
Through all our days may we be healthy-minded, and look upon the Sun when he rises. Grant this the Treasure-Lord of treasures, coming, observant, oftenest of Gods, with succour!
Most near, most oft comes Indra with protection, and she Sarasvatī, who swells with rivers— Parjanya, bringing health with herbs, and Agni, well lauded swift to listen, like a father.
Hear this mine invocation; come hither, O Universal Gods, Be seated on this holy grass.
To him who comes to meet you, Gods, with offerings bathed in holy oil— Approach ye, one and all, to him.
All Sons of Immortality shall listen to the songs we sing, And be exceedingly good to us.
May all the Gods who strengthen Law, with Ritus, listening to our call, Be pleased with their appropriate draught.
May Indra, with the Marut host, with Tvaṣṭar, Mitra, Aryaman, Accept the laud and these our gifts.
O Agni, Priest, as rules ordain, offer this sacrifice of ours, Remembering the Heavenly Folk.
Listen, All-Gods, to this mine invocation, Ye who inhabit heaven, and air’s midregions, All ye, O Holy Ones, whose tongue is Agni, seated upon this sacred grass, be joyful.
May the All-Gods who claim our worship hear my thought; may the two World-halves hear it,