I PRAISE your Charioteer of offering, the Lord of men, Monk of the tribes, refulgent, Guest of night.

Blazing amid dry plants, snatching amid the green, the Strong, the Holy Herald hath attained to Heaven.

Him, Agni, Devas and men have made their chief support, who drinks the fatness and completes the offering. With kisses they caress the Grandson of the Red, like the swift ray of light, the Household Monk of Dawn.

Yea, we discriminate his and the niggard's ways: his branches evermore are sent forth to consume. When his terrific flames have reached the Immortal's world, then men remember and extol the Heavenly Folk.

For then the net of Law, Devas, and the wide expanse, Earth, worship, and Devotion meet for highest praise, Indra, Indra, Mitra were of one accord, and Indra and Bhaga, Lords of holy might.

Onward, with ever-roaming Soma, speed the floods: over Aramati the Mighty have they run. With them Parijman, moving round his vast domain, loud bellowing, bedews all things that are within.

Straightway the Somas, Devas visiting all men, Falcons of Devas, home-dwellers with the Devas. Indra, Mitra, Aryaman look on with these, and the swift-moving Indra with swift-moving Devas.

With Indra have they found enjoyment, they who toil, in the light's beauty, in the very Strong One's strength; The singers who in men's assemblies forged for him, according to his due, his friend the thunderbolt.

Even the Sun's Bay Coursers hath lie held in check: each one fears Indra as the mightiest of all. Unhindered, from the air's vault thunders day by day the loud triumphant breathing of the fearful Bull.

With humble adoration show this day your song of praise to mighty Soma, Ruler of the brave: With whom, the Eager Ones, going their ordered course, he comes from Heaven Self-bright, auspicious, strong to guard.

For these have spread abroad the fame of human kind, the Bull Soma and Soma's brotherhood. Atharvan first by offers made men sure: through skill the Bhṛgus were esteemed of all as Devas.

For these, the Earth and Heaven with their abundant seed, four-bodied Narāśaṁsa, Yama, Aditi, Deva Tvaṣṭar Wealth-bestower, the Ṛbhukṣaṇas, Rodasī, Devas, Indra, claim and merit praise.

An. May he too give car, the Sage, from far away, the Dragon of the Deep, to this our yearning call. Ye Sun and Moon who dwell in Heaven and move in turn, and with your thought, O Earth and Sky, observe this well.

Dear to all Devas. May Pūṣan guard the ways we go, the Waters’ child and Soma help us to success. Sing lauds for your great bliss to Wind, the breath of all: ye Indra prompt to hear, hear this upon your way.

With hymns of praise we sing him who is throned as Lord over these fearless tribes, the Self-resplendent One. We praise Night's youthful Lord benevolent to men, the foeless One, the free, with all celestial Dames.

By reason of his birth here Aṅgiras first sang: the pressing-stones upraised beheld the offering- The stones through which the Sage became exceeding vast, and the sharp axe obtains in fight the beauteous place.