Bṛhaspati! Lord of sacred speech! Thy word is power. Thy utterance is the hammer that shatters all darkness. When thou speakest, the heavens tremble. When thou utterest the ṛta, the cosmos aligneth itself.

Thou art the priest of the immortals. Thou standest at the sacred fire and offerest up the prayers of men. Thy voice riseth like the dawn. Thy words fall like rain upon parched earth. Through thee the gods receive their worship. Through thee the sacrifice hath meaning.

Darkness fleeth before thy speech! The demons shriek and vanish when thou utterest thy sacred syllables. The ṛta—the order of all things—floweth from thy lips like the Soma itself. Thou knowest all sacred formulas. Thou speakest in the tongue of the gods.

O mighty Bṛhaspati! We have no wisdom save through thee. We have no prayer save what thou givest us. Thou art our guide, our teacher, our protector. When we are lost in darkness, thy word shineth like a beacon. When we are bound by fear, thy speech liberateth us.

Accept this offering, O lord of sacred prayer! Accept the soma and the honey-cake. Accept the praise of mortal men who know that without thee we are but fools. Let thy word dwell within our hearts. Let thy wisdom guide our steps. Let thy sacred speech protect us from all harm. O Bṛhaspati! O mighty lord! Remain with us. Teach us. Guide us. We worship thee!