Agni, Indra, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, Vayu, Pushan, and Sarasvati—of one accord they stand, The Adityas, Vishnu, the storming Maruts, the Sun on high, Soma rich with sweetness, Rudra fierce, Aditi broad-bosomed, and Brahmanaspati, the wise.

Indra and Agni, twin lords of the dwelling-place, each urging the other in the breaking of bonds, sharing one hearth— they filled the great sky-realm with their strength, as did Soma, made glorious with ghee, stirring up the power within them.

By the greatness of these—great and unshaken—I, knowing what is true, lift up my song unto those who wax mighty by the path of truth.

Let those who bear bright gifts over the waters bestow them upon us.
I raise my voice to those heavenly clans well joined to our cause.

They upheld the shining reach of the sun, the spaces between, the realms of light, Heaven and Earth, the Broad One, by their power.
Praising them with fair offerings, like sweet food that strengthens, the gods are hailed as givers to the sons of Manu.

Strive ye well for Mitra and Varuna, the kings who serve in rite— those twain who think not far from men.

Their mighty reign gleameth by their law, and the two world-halves are as two warring hosts who seek their aid.

The cow that goeth round the hallowed path, giving her milk, led not by will but at the word of Varuna— she, being named, shall serve the rite for Varuna who serveth too, for the gods, and for Vivasvant at the fire’s mouth.

They who rule in heaven, with Agni for their tongue, are waxen strong through truth; they stroke the womb of truth.

They held the heavens fast, and by their might brought the waters down.
They begat the rite and folded it to their breast.

The twain of old, Earth and Heaven, encircling and housed as one, hold sway in the womb of truth.
At Varuna’s word they move as one, and pour out ghee-rich milk for Varuna, the buffalo lord.

Parjanya and Vata, the two full-horned bulls, Indra and Vayu, Varuna, Mitra, and Aryaman— we call on the gods, the Adityas and Aditi, whether they be of the earth, of the heavens, or of the waters.

O Ribhus, we call Tvashtar and Vayu who boasteth loud, the two divine kindlers, and Dawn who bringeth good.
We call Brihaspati of wise counsel, he who biteth at Vritra, and Soma marked for Indra—we who win the stake.

Those who give good gifts, who begot the holy speech, the cow, the horse, the herb, the tree, the soil, the hill, the stream— who loosed the sun upon the sky and set the Aryan law in motion through the world.

Ye Aśvins, ye drew Bhujyu forth from peril, and gave new life to Syava, son of Vadhrimati.
Ye bore Kamadyu unto Vimada; ye let loose Vishnapu for Vishvaka.

The daughter of Paviru, the Thunderer, and Aja Ekapad who upholdeth heaven, and the river, and the sea's broad streams— let all the gods hear this word of mine: Sarasvati too, with Insight and with Plenty.

Let all the gods, with Insight and with Plenty, meet for Manu's holy rite, undying, truth-knowers, those who guide and give, finders of the sun, rejoice in the sun, the song, the sacred word, and the chant.

Vasishtha hath sung the deathless gods, who stand above all that liveth.
May they grant us a wide place this day— yea, guard us ever with your grace.