I YOKE with prayer your ancient inspiration: may the laud rise as on the prince's pathway. All Sons of Immortality shall hear it, all the possessors of celestial natures.
yame iva yatamāne yad aitam pra vām bharan mānuṣā devayantaḥ | ā sīdataṃ svam u lokaṃ vidāne svāsasthe bhavatam indave naḥ ||
When speeding ye came nigh us like twin sisters, religious-hearted votaries brought you forward. Take your place, ye who know your proper station: be near, be very near unto our Soma.
pañca padāni rupo anv arohaṃ catuṣpadīm anv emi vratena | akṣareṇa prati mima etām ṛtasya nābhāv adhi sam punāmi ||
Five paces have I risen from Earth. I follow her who hath four feet with devout observance. This by the Sacred Syllable have I measured: I purify in the central place of Order,
devebhyaḥ kam avṛṇīta mṛtyum prajāyai kam amṛtaṃ nāvṛṇīta | bṛhaspatiṃ yajñam akṛṇvata ṛṣim priyāṃ yamas tanvam prārirecīt ||
He, for God's sake, chose death to be his portion. He chose not, for men's good, a life eternal They sacrificed Brhaspati the Rsi. Yama delivered up his own dear body.
The Seven flow to the Youth on whom the Maruts wait: the Sons unto the Father brought the sacrifice. Both these are his, as his they are the Lords of both: both toil; belonging unto both they prosper well.