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2 Now, Agni, will we say to thee, O wisest and best Afigiras, 3 Who, Agni, is thy kin, of men? who is thy worthy worshipper? 4 The kinsman, Agni, of mankind, their well beloved Friend art thou, 5 Bring to us Mitra, Varuna, bring the Gods to mighty sacrifice.

2 Pass, O ye Asvins, pass away beyond all tribes of selfish men, 3 Come to us, O ye Asvin Pair, bringing your precious treasures, come 4 O strong and Good, the voice of him who lauds you well cleaves to your car. 5 Watchful in spirit, born on cars, impetuous, listing to his cry, 6 Hither, O Heroes, let your steeds, of dappled hue, yoked at the thought, 7 O Asvins, hither come to us; Nasatyas, be not disinclined. 8 Ye Lords of Splendour, free from guile, come, stand at this our sacrifice. 9 Dawn with her white herd hath appeared, and in due time hath fire been placed.

2 With Bow let us win kine, with Bow the battle, with Bow be victors in our hot encounters. 3 Close to his car, as fain to speak, She presses, holding her well−loved Friend in her embraces. 4 These, meeting like a woman and her lover, bear, mother−like, their child upon their bosom. 5 With many a son, father of many daughters, He clangs and clashes as he goes to battle. 6 Upstanding in the Car the skilful Charioteer guides his strong Horses on whithersoe'er he will. 7 Horses whose hoofs rain dust are neighing loudly, yoked to the Chariots, showing forth their vigour, 8 Car−bearer is the name of his oblation, whercon are laid his Weapons and his Armour. 9 In sweet association lived the fathers who gave us life, profound and strong in trouble, 10 The Brahmans, and the Fathers meet for Soma−draughts, and, graciously inclined, unequalled Heaven 11 Her tooth a deer, dressed in an eagle's feathers, bound with cow−hide, launched forth, She flieth onwar 12 Avoid us thou whose flight is straight, and let our bodies be as stone. 13 He lays his blows upon their backs, he deals his blows upon their thighs. 14 It compasses the arm with serpent windings, fending away the friction of the bowstring: 15 Now to the Shaft with venom smeared, tipped with deer−horn, with iron mouth, 16 Loosed from the Bowstring fly away, thou Arrow, sharpened by our prayer. 17 There where the flights of Arrows fall like boys whose locks are yet unshorn. 18 Thy vital parts I cover with thine Armour: with immortality King Soma clothe thee. 19 Whoso would kill us, whether he be a strange foe or one of us,

2 Rouse us this day to high and happy fortune: to great felicity, O Dawn, promote us. 3 See, lovely Morning's everlasting splendours, bright with their varied colours, have approached us. 4 She yokes her chariot far away, and swiftly visits the lands where the Five Tribes are settled, 5 She who is rich in spoil, the Spouse of Surya, wondrously opulent, rules all wealth and treasures. 6 Apparent are the steeds of varied colour, the red steeds carrying resplendent Morning. 7 True with the True and Mighty with the Mighty, with Gods a Goddess, Holy with the Holy, 8 O Dawn, now give us wealth in kine and heroes, and horses, fraught with manifold enjoyment.

2 How shall he praise you now who is distraught in mind? Ye Twain give wisdom for the gainof what is 3 Already have ye Twain, possessors of great wealth, prospered Visnapu thus for gain of what is good. 4 And that Impetuous Hero, winner of the spoil, though he is far away, we call to succour us, 5 About the holy Law toils Savitar the God the horn of holy Law hath he spread far and wide.

2 The Speaker, unassailable Master of this hymn, the Tongue of sacrifice pours forth the pleasant meath. 3 Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir. 4 Pressed by the stones, with hymns, and graciously inclined, illuminating both the Parents, Heaven and 5 Flow onward, Soma, flow to bring prosperity: cleansed by the men, invest thee with the milky draught.

2 Varuna cut the channels for thy forward course, O Sindhu, when thou rannest on to win the race. 3 His roar is lifted up to heaven above the earth: he puts forth endless vigour with a flash of light. 4 Like mothers to their calves, like milch kine with their milk, so, Sindhu, unto thee the roaring rivers run. 5 Favour ye this my laud, O Ganga, Yamuna, O Sutudri, Parusni and Sarasvati: 6 First with Trstama thou art eager to flow forth, with Rasa, and Susartu, and with Svetya here, 7 Flashing and whitely−gleaming in her mightiness, she moves along her ample volumes through the real 8 Rich in good steeds is Sindhu, rich in cars and robes, rich in gold, nobly−fashioned, rich in ample wealt 9 Sindhu hath yoked her car, light−rolling, drawn by steeds, and with that car shall she win booty in this