COME to this sacrifice of ours, O Agni, threefold, with seven threads and five divisions. Be our oblation-bearer and preceder: you've stayed too long in darkness.
I come as a God foreseeing from the godless to immortality through secret pathways, While I, ungracious one, abandon gracious ones, leave my friends and seek the kin of strangers.
Looking to the guest of other lineage, I've established many rules of Law and Order. I bid farewell to the Great God, the Father, and, for neglect, gain my share of worship.
I spent many years within this altar: I leave the Father, for my choice is Indra. Agni, Varuṇa, and Soma pass by. Rules change: this I come to favor.
These Asuras have lost their magical powers. But you, O Varuṇa, if you love me, O King, discerning truth and right from falsehood, come and be Lord and Ruler of my kingdom.
Here is the light of heaven, here all is lovely; here there is radiance, here is air’s wide region. Let us two slay Vṛtra. Forward, O Soma! You are oblation: we will serve it with this.
The Sage has fixed his form by wisdom in the heavens: Varuṇa, without violence, let the waters flow. Like womenfolk, the prosperous floods have brought him color and hue as they gleam and shine.
These attend upon his highest power and vigor: he dwells in those who triumph in their Godhead; And they, like people who elect their ruler, have in abhorrence turned away from Vṛtra.
They call him Swan, the abhorrent floods’ companion, moving in friendship with celestial Waters. The poets, in their thoughts, saw Indra swiftly approaching when Anustup called him.