KINDLED, bring, Agni, Devas to-day for him who lifts the ladle up.

Spin out the ancient thread for him who sheds, with gifts, the Soma juice.

Thou dealest forth, Tanūnapāt, sweet offering enriched with oil, Brought by a singer such as I who offers gifts and toils for thee.

He wondrous, sanctifying, bright, sprinkles the offering with mead, Thrice, Narāśaṁsa from the heavens, a Deva mid Devas adorable.

Agni, besought, bring hitherward Indra the Friend, the Wonderful, for this my hymn of praise, O sweet of tongue, is chanted forth to thee.

The ladle-holders strew trimmed grass at this well-ordered offering; A home for Indra is adorned, wide, fittest to receive the Devas.

Thrown open be the Doors Divine, High, purifying, much-desired, so that the Deva. May enter in.

May Night and Morning, hymned with lauds, united, fair to look upon, Strong Mothers of the offering, seat them together on the grass.

May the two Monks Divine, the sage, the sweet-voiced lovers of the hymn, Complete this offering of ours, effectual, reaching Heaven to-day.

Let Hotrā pure, set among Devas, amid the Devas Bhāratī, Iḷā, Sarasvatī, Mahī, rest on the grass, adorable.

May Tvaṣṭar send us genial dew abundant, wondrous, rich in gifts, for increase and for growth of wealth, Tvaṣṭar our kinsman and our Friend.

Vanaspati, give forth, thyself, and call the Devas to offering. May Agni, Deva intelligent, speed our oblation to the Devas.

To Soma joined with Pūṣan, with the Devas, and the host of Devas, to Indra who inspires the hymn cry Glory! and present the gift.

Come hither to enjoy the gifts prepared with cry of Glory! Come, O Indra, hear their calling; they invite thee to the offering.