He that hath offered for his own soul—
Heaven itself with its hallowed gifts doth minister unto him; Earth likewise bendeth her care toward the one who hath poured his own offering.

The twin gods, the Aśvins, with grace and favor, have made strong the man who sacrificeth for himself.

By the call of rite do we offer unto you, O Mitra and Varuṇa, upholders of the folk, bestowers of worthy blessings.
By your fellowship with him that serveth his own rite, may we be made to prevail against fiends and foul spirits.

And even now, as we seek to set you aright among us, to lay hold of the dear inheritance that is ours by right, or when the giver waxeth great in his bequeathment, let no man dash his blessings against the stone.

Heaven, the one on high, was anointed king; but thou, O Varuṇa, art now king over all.

As lord of hosts thou delightest in the war-cart— yet no such wrong, no stray path, brands a man as oath-breaker.

But lo, upon Śakapūta, foully cleansed, lieth the trespass:
though truce was struck, still doth he strike down the fallen heroes.

When the fire-steed hath laid the strength of you twain within his own beloved frame, made meet for the rite—

Because, O wise ones, Aditi, your mother, even as Heaven and Earth, doth cleanse with her milk— do ye then allot what is dear unto us;
bathe us in the golden shafts of the sun.

Forasmuch as ye, the wardens of wealth, have now taken seat, the priest hath climbed, as a rider his chariot, the fire that sitteth at the yoke of the cart, upon the holy wood.

Those women of ours, wandering and waiflike, hath Nr̥medha drawn out from their narrow plight, and “Most-Wise” Sumedha likewise hath delivered them from straits.