HEARD be our prayer! In thought I honor Agni first: now straightway we choose this heavenly company, Indra and Vāyu, we choose.
For when our latest thought rises and centers on Vivasvān,
Then may our holy songs go forward on their way, as if to the Gods.
As there you, Mitra, Varuṇa, take the untrue with your minds and wisdom,
So in the seats where you dwell, we behold the Golden One,
Not with our thoughts or spirits, but with these eyes, yes, with the eyes that Soma gives.
Aśvins, the pious call you with your praises, sounding loud to you,
Living men, to your oblations, living men.
All glory and all nourishment, Lords of all wealth! depend on you.
The wheels of your golden chariot scatter drops, Mighty Ones!
Of your golden car, mighty ones!
Well known, O Mighty Ones, you open heaven; for you the chariot steeds are yoked for morning rites,
Unswerving steeds for morning rites. We set you on the chariot seat, Mighty Ones, on the golden car.
You seek mid-air as by a path that leads aright, as by a path that leads direct.
O Rich in Strength, through your great power, grant us blessings day and night.
The offerings we bring to you shall never fail, gifts brought by us shall never fail.
These Soma drops, strong Indra! Drink for heroes, poured, pressed out by pressing stones,
For you, for you the drops are welling forth. They shall make glad your heart, to give, to give wealth great and wonderful.
You who accept praise, come glorified by hymns, come to us benevolent.
Quickly, O Agni, hear us: magnified by us, you shall speak to the Gods, adorable, to the Kings, adorable.
When, O Deities, you gave that milch-cow to the Aṅgirases,
They milked her: Aryaman, joined with them, did the work; he knows her as well as I.
Ne'er may these manly deeds of yours for us grow old, never may your bright glories fall into decay,
What deed of yours, new every age, wondrous, surpassing man, rings forth,
Whatever, Maruts! may be difficult to gain, grant us, whate'er is hard to gain.
Dadhyac of old, A