Let the last hymn rise now in praise of the Ṛbhus, for they are the close of our discourse and the opening of blessings. O Ṛbhus, ye final objects of our reverence in this sacred hour, receive our final offering! The Soma is pressed, the butter flows, the fire accepteth our gifts on your behalf.

We call upon you now to extend your favour to all who have sung your praises this day. Grant us prosperity and strength; make our herds increase; let our children grow straight and true. Guard us in our journeys; protect us from the arrows of our enemies; shield us from the curses of the envious and the malice of those who dwell in darkness.

But more than these material blessings, we ask for something greater: grant us a portion of that divine wisdom which ye embody. Teach us to see the hidden potential in all things; show us how to transform the base into the noble; give us the persistence to labour faithfully even when no reward appeareth. For your example teacheth us that the gods do not despise the mortal who riseth through honest effort and unwearying craft.

In the deep night, when sleep cometh and dreams visit our minds, let us see your faces and remember your deeds. In the morning, when we wake and face the tasks before us, may your names be the first upon our lips. At evening, as we pour the libation and watch the smoke rise to heaven, may we feel your presence in the fire's glow.

O Ṛbhus, ye are the bridge between the mortal and the divine. Therefore we invoke you now with our whole heart: bless us, guide us, and when our time cometh to leave this world of change and shadow, remember that we too sought to honour the sacred craft of making and to walk, however haltingly, in your footsteps toward the eternal.