MAY the milch-cows who hasten to their purpose come harmlessly to us with sweet milk. The Singer, lauding, calls, for abundant wealth, the Seven Mighty Ones who bring pleasure.
With reverence and good words, I will bring Earth and Heaven here, for strength, to you, Indra. Father and Mother, kind-spoken, fair-handed, may they, famous far, protect us in every battle.
Adhvaryus, prepare the sweet libations and bring the beautiful bright juice to Vāyu. God, as our Priest, be thou the first to drink it: we give thee of the mead to make thee joyful.
Two arms—Soma’s skillful drinkers—and the ten fingers set and fix the press-stone. The stalk has poured, fair with its spreading branches, the mead’s bright shining juice that dwells on mountains.
Soma has been pressed for you, its lover, to give you power and might and high enjoyment. Invoke you, come in your chariot, O Indra, at need, your two well-trained and dear horses.
Bring by God’s path, in harmony, Agni, the great Aramati, Celestial Lady, Exalted, worshipped with our gifts and homage, who knows holy Law, to drink sweet Soma.
As on his father’s lap the son, the darling, so on the fire is set the sacred cauldron, Which holy singers deck, as if extending and heating that which holds the fatty membrane.
Hither, as herald to invite the Aśvins, come the great lofty song, most sweet and pleasant! Come in one car, joy-givers! to the banquet, like the bolt binding pole and nave, come hither.
I have declared this speech of adoration to mightiest Pūṣan and victorious Vāyu, Who by their bounty inspire the hymns, and of themselves give power as a possession.
Invoked by us bring hither, jatavedas, all the Maruts under their names and figures. Come to the sacrifice with aid all Maruts, all to the songs and praises of the singer!
From high heaven may Sarasvatī the Holy visit our sacrifice, and from the mountain. Eager, propitious, may the balmy Goddess hear our effective speech, our invocation.
Set in his seat the God whose back