HEAVEN and Earth, first by eternal law, speakers of truth, are close enough to listen to us, When the God, urging men to worship, sits as Priest, taking on all his vital power.
As the God encompassing all gods by eternal law, bear, as the chief who knows, our offering, Smoke-bedecked with the fuel, radiant, joyful, better to praise and worship, Priest forever.
When the cow’s nectar wins the God completely, people below sustain heaven. All the gods came to this your heavenly Yajus, which from the mixed pair milked oil and water.
I praise your work so that you may make me prosperous: hear, Heaven and Earth, the two worlds that drip with richness. While days and nights go to the realm of spirits, here let the parents with sweet mead refresh us.
Has the King seized us? How have we offended against his holy ordinance? Who knows? For even Mitra among the gods is angry, there is both song and strength for those who do not come.
It is hard to understand the nature of the Immortal, where one who is kin becomes a stranger. Guard ceaselessly, great Agni, him who ponders Yama’s name, easy to comprehend.
They in the assembly where the gods rejoice, where they sit in Vivasvan’s dwelling, Have given the Moon his light, the Sun his brilliance—both unwearyingly maintain their brightness.
The counsel the gods meet to consider, their secret plan—of that we have no knowledge. There let God Savitar, Aditi, and Mitra proclaim to Varuṇa that we are sinless.
Hear us, O Agni, in your dwelling place: harness your swift chariot, the chariot of Amṛta. Bring Heaven and Earth, the Deities’ parents, here: stay with us here, and do not distance yourself from the gods.