Hail unto thee, O Brahmaṇaspati! Thou art the lord of prayer, the cosmic priest who standest before the throne of the Almighty. Thy function is sacred beyond all measure. Thy responsibility is vast beyond comprehension. Upon thy shoulders resteth the fate of all creation.

Thou art the mediator between the mortal and the divine. It is through thy intercession that our prayers reach the ears of the gods. It is through thy guidance that we learn to offer sacrifice in the manner that pleaseth them. Without thee, our worship would be hollow, our words empty of power, our offerings rejected.

The cosmos hath been woven together by thy hands. Thou art the architect of the sacred order—the ṛta—that maintaineth all things in their proper places. The sun riseth and setteth by thy command. The seasons turn in their cycle according to thy will. The stars move through the heavens in the patterns that thou hast ordained.

We honour thee as the supreme priest of heaven. Thy robes are made of light. Thy crown is fashioned from divine glory. Thy scepter commandeth obedience from all the devas. Thy word is law unto the very foundations of existence.

Come unto us now in our ritual. Stand with us at the altar. Accept the prayers that we raise unto thee. Let our offerings be pleasing in thy sight. Guide our hands as we pour the libation. Direct our tongues as we chant the sacred formulae.

For we cannot approach the divine without thee. Thou art our gateway to the gods. Thou art our advocate before the throne of heaven. Accept our worship, O cosmic priest. Bless us with thy presence. Let thy holy influence rest upon all that we do.