1a O Agni and Visnu, great is your greatness;     Rejoice ye in the secret names of the ghee;     Placing in every house seven treasures,     May your tongue move forth to the ghee.     b O Agni and Visnu, great is your dear abode;     Ye taste the ghee, rejoicing in its secrets;     In every home increasing lauds,     May your tongue move forth to the ghee.     c May the goddess Sarasvati     With strength, rich in mares,     Further us, she that aideth prayer.     d To us from the sky, from the great [1] mountain;     May Sarasvati, the worshipful, come to the sacrifice     May the goddess rejoicing in our supplication, rich in ghee,     May she hearken gladly to our effectual speech.     e O Brhaspati, with the All-gods,     Do thou rejoice in our oblations;     Grant riches to the generous giver.     f Then to the father, with the All-gods, to the strong one,     Let us pay honour with sacrifices, with reverence, with oblations;     O Brhaspati, with good offspring, with heroes,     May we be lords of wealth.     g That various wealth bestow upon us,     O Brhaspati, that shall surpass the enemy,     That shall shine glorious, with insight among men,     That shall be resplendent in glory, O thou who art born of holy order [2].     h O Mitra and Varuna,     Bedew our pasturage with ghee     With mead the regions, O ye wise ones.     i Do ye unloose your arms for us to live;     Do ye bedew our pasturage with ghee;     Make us famous among the folk, O ye young ones;     Hearken, O Mitra and Varuna, to these my supplications.     k Agni for you I honour in song,     The god first of the bright ones;     Honouring him who prospereth the fields     Like a much loved friend.     l Swiftly (goeth) the chariot of the worshipper [3]     Like a hero in every contest;     He who by sacrifice is fain to win the mind of the gods     Shall prevail over those who sacrifice not.     m Thou art not harmed, O sacrificer,     Nor thou, O pourer, nor thou, O pious one;     There shall be wealth of heroes,     And plenteousness of swift steeds;     No one shall in act approach him,     No one shall anticipate him nor stay him.     n Streams, health-bringing, like milch cows,     Pour up to the man who hath sacrificed and shall sacrifice;     Him who filleth and satiateth [4], bringing fame,     Streams of ghee approach on all sides.     o O Soma and Rudra, do ye drive away     The evil spirit that hath entered our abode;     Far away from us smite misfortune;     Whatever sin we have done remove from us.     p O Soma and Rudra, do ye give to us,     In our bodies, all these medicines;     Loosen and remove the evil we have done     That is bound within our bodies.     q O Soma and Pusan, begetters of wealth,     Begetters, of sky, begetters of earth,     Born as protectors of the whole world,     The gods have made (you) the navel of immortality.     r In the birth of these gods they rejoiced;     They concealed the hateful darkness;     Through these two, Soma and Pusan,     The Indra made the cooked (milk) among the raw cows.