I sing new songs to the Righteous Ones, Mitra and Varuṇa, who make us joyful. Let them come here, Agni, Varuṇa, Mitra, Lords of fair rule.
To be praised at each tribe’s sacrifice, the Two Young Women’s sober-minded Herald, The Son of Strength, the Child of Heaven, the signal of sacrifice, red Agni, I will worship.
Unlike in form are the Red God’s two Daughters: one is the Sun, and stars adorn the other. Apart, the Sanctifiers, in succession, come to the famous hymn, praised in holy verses.
I call with a lofty song Vāyu, all-bounteous, filler of his car, most wealthy. Thou, Sage, with bright path, Lord of harnessed horses, impetuous, promptly honor the prudent.
That chariot of the Aśvins, fair to look on, pleases me well, yoked with a thought, radiant, With which, Nāsatyas, Chiefs, you seek our dwelling, to give new strength to us and to our children.
Bulls of the Earth, O Vāta and Parjanya, stir up for us the regions of the water. Hearers of truth, ye, Sages, World-Supporters, increase his living wealth whose songs delight you.
So may Sarasvatī, the Hero’s Consort, brisk with rare life, the lightning’s Child, inspire us, And, with the Dames in harmony, give the singer a refuge unassailable and flawless.
I praise with eloquence him who guards all pathways. He, when his love impelled him, went to Arka. May he grant us gear with gold to grace it: may Pūṣan make each prayer of ours effective.
May Herald Agni, fulgent, bring for worship Tvaṣṭar adored, in homes and swift to listen, Glorious, first to share, the life-bestower, the ever active God, fair-armed, fair-handed.
Rudra by day, Rudra at night, we honor with these our songs, the Universe’s Father. Great and lofty, blissful, undecaying, let us call specially as the Sage impels us.
You who are youthful, wise, and meet for worship, come, Martits, to the longing of