GOD-serving men, O Sovereign of the Forest, anoint you with heavenly mead at sacrifice.
Grant us wealth when you stand upright, as when resting on your Mother’s breast.
Set up to the east of the fire, accepting prayers that do not waste, rich in heroes.
Drive far from us poverty and famine, lift yourself to bring us great good fortune.
Lord of the Forest, raise yourself to the highest point on earth.
Give splendor, fixed and measured well, to him who brings the sacrifice.
Well-robed, enveloped, you have come, the young one: your glory grows greater as you spring to life.
Thoughtful in mind and devoted to the gods, sages of high intelligence uphold you.
Risen up, you increase in the council of men. With song, the wise and skilled consecrate you. His voice, the god-devoted singer utters.
Ye whom religious men have firmly planted; you, Sovereign of the Forest, whom the axe has shaped—
Let those divine stakes standing here be glad to grant us wealth and many children.
O men who lift the ladles up, these hewn and planted in the ground,
Bringing a blessing to the field, they shall bear our precious gift to the gods.
Adityas, Rudras, Vasus, careful leaders, Earth, Heaven, and Prthivi and Air’s mid-region,
Accordant deities shall bless our worship and make our sacrifice’s banner lofty.
Like swans flying in a long line, the pillars have come to us in brilliant colors.
They, lifted high by sages, eastward, go forth as gods to the gods’ dwellings.
Those stakes on the earth, with rings that deck them, seem to the eye like the horns of horned creatures;
Or, as raised by priests in invocation, may they assist us in the rush to battle.
Lord of the Wood, rise with a hundred branches. May we rise with a thousand branches under you,
Whom this hatchet, well sharpened for great happiness, has brought before us.