Do thou enjoy our oblations never tested yet, even as a bard enjoys the spoil. O Vayu, come in thy car of radiant light to the drinking of Soma draught. Put aside all your denials, and drawn by steeds come with Indra for thy charioteer. O Vayu, in thy car of radiant light, come to the drinking of Soma draught. The two dark ones, that hold all treasures and in whom are all forms, wait upon thee. O Vayu, in thy car of radiant light come to the drinking of Soma draught. Let ninetynine harnessed steeds bear thee, they are yoked by thy mere thought. O Vayu, in thy car of radiant light come to the drinking of Soma draught. Yoke, O Vayu, thy thousand bright steeds to thy car and let it carry thee unto us.

He who hath established with his might the extremities of the earth Brihaspati, the Lord of the triple world of our fulfilment, him of rapturous tongue, the ancient sages set before them to meditate on. The sages in their perfected consciousness, rejoicing created the world from which the being was born. O Brihaspati, preserve thou this being. O Brihaspati, for thee they have dug the wells that drain the mountains and which murmuring overflow on every side with their sweetness. Brihaspati, born of vast splendour in the highest heaven, with his seven faces, with his seven rays, with his many births, first drove away the darkness that encompasses us, with his cry. With his cry he broke Vala into pieces and drove upward the Agni that bears oblations. He cried aloud as he led the, and bellowing they replied.

To Brihaspati, the Father, the universal Godhead, the Bull we offer our oblations and gifts, O Brihaspati, may we acquire riches in progeny and fine steeds. Verily he is the King who with his might conquers, by his heroic strength he made himself the lord of all that in the world exists. The man who cherishes Brihaspati, worships him as foremost and offers him the first fruits of his enjoyment. Verily, he dwells in his own house in peace and to him the Earth ever offers rich food, to him all the people submit themselves, the King, with whom the Brahman goes in front. Resistless he conquers all the riches, both that of his subjects and that of the people who are hostile to him. He, cherished and that f the people who are hostile to him. He, cherished and upheld by the gods, the King, rules supreme. O Brihaspati and Indra, drink ye of this Soma draught and rejoice in the sacrifice, lavishers of wealth. Let the joy sink deep into ye, grant us riches in steeds and happiness. O Brihaspati and Indra, make us prosper together, may you be ever benevolent to us. Foster our pious thoughts, woke up our intellectual powers, destroy the wicked who bring hatred.

From Savitar, the God, the wise supreme Spirit, we crave that boon which is most worthy to be sought, wherewith he guards his worshipper. His rays may grant us the Great God’s boon. Sustainer of the heaven, Lord of the entire world, the Sage puts on his golden-coloured mail. Clear-sighted, far spreading, filling the vast heavens, Savitar hath brought us bliss that our lips must laud. He, the God, with his arms outstretched fosters all living beings, urging, lulling all that moves, with his rays. He fills the Earth and Heaven and for his own delight sings a song. He lights up all living things, guards each sacred law. The great, lustrous God, has stretched out his arms to all the being of Earth, observing his onw laws he runs his mighty course.

With his own greatness Savitar has filled the three domains, three realms, and the three world. He revolves the threefold Heavens and the threefold Earth. He protect us with his threefold laws. Most gracious God, he stirs life and lulls to rest, the lord of all, the moves not. May Savitar, the God, grant us shelter and security, with triple bars against distress. Savitar, the God, comes nigh with the change of seasons. May he multiply our sons and store of food. May he grant us vigour through the days and nights to follow, and may be send us riches with progeny.

We through the Lord of the Field, as through our friend and helper, obtain nourishing food in abundance for our cattle and steeds. May he be good enough to grant his favour. Just as a cow yields milk, so pour forth for us floods that bear sweetness dropping honey, pure enough as ghee. May the Lords of the law be gracious. Sweet be the plants for us, sweet be the heavens, sweet be the waters, and sweet be for us the air. May the lord of the Field be full of sweetness for us. May we follow him unharmed! May happily men and oxen both plough the furrow, happily the yoke be securely harnessed, happily may the ploughman ply the god! We welcome the plough and ploughshare with this laud that they may shower the milk on earth which they have made in heaven. Auspicious Furrow, we venerate you, come unto us to prosper, bless and bring us harvests in plenty. May Indra draw the furrow, May Pushan guide right its course, May she yield us milk in each succeeding year! May happily the ploughshare turn up the land, happily the ploughman follow the oxygen. May celestial rain pour down fat and milk. May the Plough and Ploughshare grant us happiness!