Kindled this day in the house of Manu, thou, O Jātavedas, as god among gods dost make offering.
Being watchful, draw them hither, thou who bear’st the might of Mitra.
Messenger art thou, seer of forethought, poet of flame.

Tanūnapāt, thou that anointest the paths with honey, making them sweet as they lead unto truth, sweeten now these ways, thou of fair speech.

Bring to fruit the thought-born word and our rite, with thy song-born sight; set our hallowing among the gods.

As one poured out with solemn speech and worthy of praise, come thou in fellowship with the noble, O Agni.
Thou art the Hotar of the gods, forever young.
When called upon, offer up their due, O best among sacrificers.

Eastward-facing in the forefront of earth, the holy grass is bound at the breaking of dawn, first among days it stretcheth forth, a broad and gladsome stead for the gods, for holy Aditi.

Let the wide gates yawn open fair, adorning themselves as brides for their lords— ye Divine Doors, lofty and stirrers of all, let your way be soft and near for the gods to tread.

Full of seed and worthy of the rite, let Dawn and Night be seated nigh in the sacred hollow— heaven-born maidens, high and fair to look upon, clothed in bright adornings and gleaming grace.

The two godly Hotars, foremost and well-spoken, portion forth the offering of Manu to render it— twin bards of the rite, driving onward, guiding the light of morn upon its eastward path.

Let Bharati come swiftly to our offering, and Iḍā, who openeth sight as once she taught Manu.
Let the three goddesses—ye workers of good—Bharati, Iḍā, and Sarasvatī— be seated here upon this holy grass, made soft and wide for their rest.

He who adorned Heaven and Earth, twin begetters, and shaped all beings in their fair array— unto him this day, to god Tvaṣṭar, do thou, O Hotar, highest of offerers, make sacrifice when thou art called, thou who knowest well the way.

Send down the oblation to the fold of the gods in due time, thyself anointing it.
Let the Lord of the Forest, the Butcher, and Agni the god make the offering sweet with honey and ghee.

New-born, he laid forth the offering at once—Agni, who stood as leader of gods.
By word of this Hotar, by his truth-speaking voice, let the gods partake of the gift, made ready with the cry svāhā.