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2 Agni, the Sage, the humble, who discerns like the cow's udder, the sweet taste of food, 3 Born in the dwelling like a lovely son, pleased, like a strong steed, he bears on the folk. 4 None breaks these holy laws of thine when thou hast granted audience to these chieftains here. 5 Like the Dawn's lover, spreading light, well−known as hued like morn, may he remember me.

2 Ye, Varuna, have kine who yield refreshment; Mitra, your floods pour water full of sweetness. 3 I call at dawn on Aditi the Goddess, I call at noon and when the Sun is setting. 4 Ye who uphold the region, sphere of brightness, ye who support earth's realm Divine Adityas,

2 Ye who inspire all hymns, Indra and Visnu, ye vessels who contain the Soma juices, 3 Lords of joy−giving draughts, Indra and Visnu, come, giving gifts of treasure, to the Soma. 4 May your foe−conquering horses bring you hither, Indra and Visnu, sharers of the banquet. 5 This your deed, Indra−Visnu, must be lauded: widely ye strode in the wild joy of Soma. 6 Strengthened with sacred offerings, IndraVisnu, first eaters, served with worship ana oblation, 7 Drink of this meath, O Indra, thou, and Visnu; drink ye your fill of Soma, Wonder−Workers. 8 Ye Twain have conquered, ne'er have yc been conquered: never hath either of the Twain been vanquish

2 Let it approach, yoked by thewill, three−seated, extending far and wide o'er fivefold beings, 3 Renowned, with noble horses, come ye hither: drink, Wondrous Pair, the cup that holds sweet juices. 4 When night was turning to the grey of morning the Maiden, Surya's Daughter, chose your splendour. 5 O Chariot−borne, this car of yours invested with rays of light comes harnessed to our dwelling. 6 Like the wild cattle thirsty for the lightning, Heroes, come nigh this day to our libations. 7 Bhujyu, abandoned in the midst of ocean, ye raised from out the water with your horses, 8 Now hear, O Youthful Twain, mine invocation: come, Asvins, to the home where food aboundeth.

2 Thou who hast ever aided us kindly of old to win the spoil, 3 What now? As prompter of the poor thou helpest him who sheds the juice. 4 O Indra, help our chariot on, yea, Thunderer, though it lag behind: 5 Ho there! why sittest thou at case? Make thou my chariot to be first 6 Assist our car that seeks the prize. What can be easier for thee? 7 Indra, be firm: a fort art thou. To thine appointed place proceeds 8 Let not our portion be disgrace. Broad is the course, the prize is set, 9 This thing we wish. that thou mayst take thy fourth, thy sacrificial name. 10 Ekadyu hath exalted you, Immortals: both Goddesses and Gods hath he delighted.

2 The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the 3 He flows about the sheep−skin, longing for a bride: he looses Aditi's Daughters for the worshipper. 4 The Bull is bellowing; the Cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own resting−place. 5 The golden−hued, Immortal, newly bathed, puts on a brightly shining vesture that is never harmed. 6 Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, that cheer and send to sleep, together rush they forth, 7 As down the steep slope of a river to the vale, drawn from the Steer the swift strong draughts have foun 8 Pour out upon us wealth in goods, in gold, in steeds, in cattle and in corn, and great heroic strength. 9 These Pavamanas here, these drops of Soma, to Indra have sped forth like cars to booty. 10 O Indu, flow thou on for lofty Indra, flow blameless, very gracious, foe−destroyer.

2 Butter is that which makes Vadhryaiva's fire growstrong: the butter is its food, the butter makes it fat. 3 Still newest is this face of thine, O Agni, which Manu and Sumitra have enkindled. 4 Accept this offering, Agni, whom aforetime Vadhryasva, hath entreated and enkindled. 5 Be splendid, guard us Kinsman of Vadhryasva: let not the enmity of men o'ercome thee, 6 All treasures hast thou won, of plains and mountains, and quelled the Dasas' and Aryas' hatred. 7 Deft Agni hath a lengthened thread, tall oxen, a thousand heifers, numberless devices. 8 Thine is the teeming cow, O Jatavedas, who pours at once her ceaseless flow, Sabardhuk, 9 Even Immortal Gods, O Jatavedas, Vadhryasva's Kinsman, have declared thy grandeur. 10 Like as a father bears his son, O Agni, Vadhryasva bare thee in his lap and served thee. 11 Vadhryasva's Agni evermore hath vanquished his foes with heroes who had pressed the Soma. 12 This Agni of Vadhryasva, Vrtra−slayer, lit from of old, must be invoked with homage.