1KINDLED, bring, Agni, Gods to-day for him who lifts the ladle up.     Spin out the ancient thread for him who sheds, with gifts, the Soma juice.

2Thou dealest forth, Tanūnapāt, sweet sacrifice enriched with oil,     Brought by a singer such as I who offers gifts and toils for thee.

3He wondrous, sanctifying, bright, sprinkles the sacrifice with mead,     Thrice, Narāśaṁsa from the heavens, a God mid Gods adorable.

4Agni, besought, bring hitherward Indra the Friend, the Wonderful,     For this my hymn of praise, O sweet of tongue, is chanted forth to thee.

5The ladle-holders strew trimmed grass at this well-ordered sacrifice;     A home for Indra is adorned, wide, fittest to receive the Gods.

6Thrown open be the Doors Divine, unfailing, that assist the rite,     High, purifying, much-desired, so that the Gods may enter in.

7May Night and Morning, hymned with lauds, united, fair to look upon,     Strong Mothers of the sacrifice, seat them together on the grass.

8May the two Priests Divine, the sage, the sweet-voiced lovers of the hymn,     Complete this sacrifice of ours, effectual, reaching heaven to-day.

9Let Hotrā pure, set among Gods, amid the Maruts Bhāratī, Iḷā, Sarasvatī, Mahī, rest on the grass, adorable.

10May Tvaṣṭar send us genial dew abundant, wondrous, rich in gifts,     For increase and for growth of wealth, Tvaṣṭar our kinsman and our Friend.

11Vanaspati, give forth, thyself, and call the Gods to sacrifice.     May Agni, God intelligent, speed our oblation to the Gods.

12To Vāyu joined with Pūṣan, with the Maruts, and the host of Gods,     To Indra who inspires the hymn cry Glory! and present the gift.

13Come hither to enjoy the gifts prepared with cry of Glory! Come,     O Indra, hear their calling; they invite thee to the sacrifice.