यम् ऐच्छाम मनसा सो ऽयम् आगाद् यज्ञस्य विद्वान् परुषश् चिकित्वान् । स नो यक्षद् देवताता यजीयान् नि हि षत्सद् अन्तरः पूर्वो अस्मत् ॥
yam aicchāma manasā so 'yam āgād yajñasya vidvān paruṣaś cikitvān | sa no yakṣad devatātā yajīyān ni hi ṣatsad antaraḥ pūrvo asmat ||
He hath arrived, he whom we sought with longing, who skilled in sacrifice well knows its courses. Let him discharge his sacrificial duties: let him sit down as Friend who was before Us.
Best Priest, he hath been won by being seated, for he hath looked on the well-ordered viands. Come, let us worship Gods who must be worshipped, and pouring oil, laud those who should be lauded.
sādhvīm akar devavītiṃ no adya yajñasya jihvām avidāma guhyām | sa āyur āgāt surabhir vasāno bhadrām akar devahūtiṃ no adya ||
Now hath he made the feast of Gods effective: now have we found the secret tongue of worship. Now hath he come, sweet, robed in vital vigour, and made our calling on the Gods effective.
tad adya vācaḥ prathamam masīya yenāsurāṃ abhi devā asāma | ūrjāda uta yajñiyāsaḥ pañca janā mama hotraṃ juṣadhvam ||
This prelude of my speech I now will utter, whereby we Gods may quell our Asura foemen. Eaters of strengthening food who merit worship, O ye Five Tribes, be pleased with mine oblation.
पञ्च जना मम होत्रं जुषन्तां गोजाता उत ये यज्ञियासः । पृथिवी नः पार्थिवात् पात्व् अंहसो ऽन्तरिक्षं दिव्यात् पात्व् अस्मान् ॥
pañca janā mama hotraṃ juṣantāṃ gojātā uta ye yajñiyāsaḥ | pṛthivī naḥ pārthivāt pātv aṃhaso 'ntarikṣaṃ divyāt pātv asmān ||
May the Five Tribes be pleased with mine oblation, and the Cow's Sons and all who merit worship. From earthly trouble may the earth protect us, and air's mid realm from woe that comes from heaven.
Spinning the thread, follow the region's splendid light: guard thou the path ways well which wisdom hath prepared. Weave ye the knotless labour of the bards who sing: be Manu thou, and bring the Heavenly People forth.
Lovers of Soma, bind the chariot traces fast: set ye the reins in order and embellish them. Bring hitherward the car with seats where eight may sit, whereon the Gods have brought the treasure that we love.
aśmanvatī rīyate saṃ rabhadhvam ut tiṣṭhata pra taratā sakhāyaḥ | atrā jahāma ye asann aśevāḥ śivān vayam ut taremābhi vājān ||
Here flows Asmanvati: hold fast each other, keep yourselves up, and pass, my friends, the river. There let us leave the Powers that brought no profit, and cross the flood to Powers that are auspicious.
Tvastar, most deft of workmen, knew each magic art, bringing most blessed bowls that hold the drink of Gods. His axe, wrought of good metal, he is sharpening now, wherewith the radiant Brahmanaspati will cut.
Now, O ye Sapient Ones, make ye the axes sharp wherewith ye fashion bowls to hold the Amrta. Knowing the secret places make ye ready that whereby the Gods have gotten immortality.
garbhe yoṣām adadhur vatsam āsany apīcyena manasota jihvayā | sa viśvāhā sumanā yogyā abhi siṣāsanir vanate kāra ij jitim ||
Ye with a secret tongue and dark intention laid the maiden deep within, the calf within the mouth. They evermore are near us with their gracious help: successful is the song that strives for victory.