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1 O WORTHY of oblation, Lord of prospering powers, assume thy robes, 2 Sit ever to be chosen, as our Priest., most youthful, through our hymns, 3 For here a Father for his son, Kinsman for kinsman worshippeth, 4 Fiere let the foe−destroyers sit, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, 5 O ancient Herald, be thou glad in this our rite and fellowship: 6 Whate'er in this perpetual course we sacrifice to God and God, 7 May he be our dear household Lord, Priest, pleasant and, choice−worthy may 8 The Gods, adored with brilliant fires. have granted precious wealth to us 9 And, O Immortal One, so may the eulogies of mortal men 10 With all thy fires, O Agni, find pleasure in this our sacrifice,

2 Worship, thou hero, chase the arrogant afar: put on auspicious courage for the fight with foes. 3 He with his folk, his house, his family, his sons, gains booty for himself, and, with the heroes, 4 Whoso hath honoured him with offerings rich in oil, him Brahmanaspati leads forward on his way,

2 That Agni, bright, Vaisvanara, we invoke for help, and Matarisvan worthy of the song of praise; 3 Age after age Vaisvanara, neighing like a horse, is kindled with the women by the Kusikas. 4 Let them go forth, the strong, as flames of fire with might. Gathered for victory they have yoked their 5 The Maruts, Friends of men, are glorious as the fire: their mighty and resplendent succour we implore. 6 We, band on band and troop following troop, entreat with fair lauds Agni's splendour and the Maruts' 7 Agni am I who know, by birth, all creatures. Mine eye is butter, in my mouth is nectar. 8 Bearing in mind a thought with light accordant, he purified the Sun with three refinings; 9 The Spring that fails not with a hundred streamlets, Father inspired of' prayers that men should utter,

2 I have bestowed the earth upon the Arya, and rain upon the man who brings oblation. 3 In the wild joy of Soma I demolished Sambara's forts, ninety−and−nine, together; 4 Before all birds be ranked this Bird, O Maruts; supreme of falcons be this fleet−winged Falcon, 5 When the Bird brought it, hence in rapid motion sent on the wide path fleet as thought he hurried. 6 Bearing the stalk, the Falcon speeding onward, Bird bringing from afar the draught that gladdens, 7 The Falcon took and brought the Soma, bearing thousand libations with him, yea, ten thousand.

2 We pray thee, thou who droppest oil, bright−rayed! who lookest on the Sun, 3 We have enkindled thee, O Sage, bright caller of the Gods to feast. 4 O Agni, come with all the Gods, come to our sacrificial gift: 5 Bring, Agni, to the worshipper who pours the juice, heroic strength: 6 Victor of thousands, Agni, thou, enkindled, cherishest the laws, 7 Set Agni Jatavedas down, the bearer of our sacred gifts, 8 Duly proceed our sacrifice, comprising all the Gods, to−day: 9 So may the Maruts sit thereon, the Asvins, Mitra, Varuna:

2 At every laud the Soma gladdens Indra: pressed juices please him as each psalm is chanted, 3 These deeds he did; let him achieve new exploits, such as the priests declare at their libations. 4 Even thus have they declared him. Famed is Indra as Conqueror, sole distributer of treasures; 5 Thus, to bring help to men, Vasistha laudeth Indra, the peoples' Hero, at libation.

2 Ye to Varosusaman come, Nasatyas, for this glorious rite. 3 So with oblations we invoke you, rich in ample wealth, to−day, 5 Asvins, who send us precious gifts, even when offended, think of him: 6 For, Wonder−Workers, with fleet steeds ye fly completely round this All, 7 With all−sustaining opulence, Asvins, come hitherward to us, 8 To welcome this mine offering, O ye Indra−like Nasatyas, come 9 For we, like Vyasva, lifting up our voice like oxen, call on you: 10 O Rsi, laud the Asvins well. Will they not listen to thy call? 11 O Heroes, listen to the son of Vyasva, and regard me here, 12 Gods whom we yearn for, of your gifts, of what ye bring to us, bestow 13 Him whom your sacrifices clothe, even as a woman with her robe, 14 Whoso regards your care of men as succour widest in its reach, 15 Come to us ye who pour down wealth, come to the home which men must guard: 16 Most fetching of all calls, the laud, as envoy, Heroes, called to you 17 Be ye in yonder sea of heaven, or joying in the home of food, 18 This river with his lucid flow attracts you, more than all the streams,− 19 O Asvins, with that glorious fame come hither, through our brilliant song, 20 Harness the steeds who draw the car, O Vasu, bring the well−fed pair. 21 Wonderful Vayu, Lord of Right, thou who art Tvastar's son−in−law, 22 To Tvastar's son−in−law we pray for wealth whereof he hath control: 23 From heaven, auspicious Vayu, come drive hither with thy noble steeds: 24 We call thee to the homes of men, thee wealthiest in noble food, 25 So, glad and joyful in thine heart, do thou, God, Vayu, first of all

2 The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams, 3 Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they 4 Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth, 5 Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones 6 O Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry thee on to Indra, thee

3 Pusan the Strong hath knowledge of sweet praises even as Indu hath. He dews our corn with moisture, h