THAT Brahman pleases Indra well, who worships, sacrifices, pours libation, and prepares the meal.
Śakra protects from woe the man who gives him sacrificial cake. And offers Soma blended with milk.
His chariot shall be glorious, sped by gods, and mighty shall he be, Subduing all hostility.
Each day that passes, in his house flows his libation, rich in milk, Exhaustless, bringing offspring.
O gods, with constant draught of milk, husband and wife with one accord Press out and wash the Soma juice.
They gain sufficient food: they come united to the sacred grass, And never do they fail in strength.
Never do they deny or seek to hide the favor of the gods: They win high glory for themselves.
With sons and daughters by their side they reach their full extent of life, Both decked with gold ornaments.
Serving the immortal one with gifts of sacrifice and wealth, They satisfy the claims of love and pay due honor to the gods.
We claim protection from the hills, we claim protection of the floods, Of him who stands by Viṣṇu’s side.
May Pūṣan come, and Bhaga, Lord of wealth, All-bounteous, for our welfare Broad be the path that leads to bliss:
Aramati, and, free from foes, Visva with a divine spirit, And the Ādityas’ peerless might.
Seeing that Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuṇa are guarding us, The paths of law are fair to tread.
I glorify with song, for wealth, Agni the god, the first of you. We honor as a beloved friend the god who fosters our fields.
As in all battles the hero, so swiftly moves his car whom gods attend. The man who, sacrificing, strives to win the hearts of deities will conquer those who worship not.
Ne’er are ye injured, worshipper, presser of juice, or pious man. The man who, sacrificing, strives to win the hearts of deities will conquer those who worship not.
None in his action equals him, none holds him far or keeps him off. The man who, sacrificing, strives to win the hearts of deities will conquer those who worship not