IN offerings poured to you, O Indra-Varuṇa, these streams of yours flow forth to honor your status. You rush to the libations at every sacrifice when you assist the worshipper who pours the juice.
The waters and plants, O Indra-Varuṇa, had robust vitality and achieved strength: You who have transcended the middle air’s path—no one without a heart can call you an enemy.
Your Kṛṣa’s word is true, Indra and Varuṇa: The seven holy voices pour a wave of mead. For their sake, Lords of splendor! aid the pious man who, unshaken, always thinks of you.
Pouring forth their stream, the Seven Sisters drop oil, sweet with Soma, in the sacrificial seat. These, dropping oil, are yours, O Indra-Varuṇa: enrich with gifts and help the worshipper with these.
To our great joy, we attribute to these Two Bright Ones truth, great strength, and majesty. O Lords of splendor, aid us through the Three-times-Seven, as we pour holy oil, O Indra-Varuṇa.
What you, in times past, Indra and Varuṇa, gave ṛṣis knowledge, thought, and power of song, And places that the wise made, weaving sacrifice—these through my spirit’s fervent glow I saw.
O Indra-Varuṇa, grant to the worshippers cheerfulness without pride, and wealth to sustain them.