Where Heaven and Earth combine in men's assembly, and those who love the Gods delight in worship, Where the libations are effused for Indra, may he come first to drink and make him stronger.
आ दैव्या वृणीमहे ऽवांसि बृहस्पतिर् नो मह आ सखायः । यथा भवेम मीळ्हुषे अनागा यो नो दाता परावतः पितेव ॥
ā daivyā vṛṇīmahe 'vāṃsi bṛhaspatir no maha ā sakhāyaḥ | yathā bhavema mīḷhuṣe anāgā yo no dātā parāvataḥ piteva ||
We crave the heavenly grace of Gods to guard us-so may Brhaspati, O friends, exalt us- That he, the Bounteous God, may find us sinless, who giveth from a distance like a father.
तम् उ ज्येष्ठं नमसा हविर्भिः सुशेवम् ब्रह्मणस् पतिं गृणीषे । इन्द्रं श्लोको महि दैव्यः सिषक्तु यो ब्रह्मणो देवकृतस्य राजा ॥
tam u jyeṣṭhaṃ namasā havirbhiḥ suśevam brahmaṇas patiṃ gṛṇīṣe | indraṃ śloko mahi daivyaḥ siṣaktu yo brahmaṇo devakṛtasya rājā ||
That Brahmanaspati, most High and Gracious, I glorify with offerings and with homage. May the great song of praise divine, reach Indra who is the King of prayer the Gods' creation.
स आ नो योनिं सदतु प्रेष्ठो बृहस्पतिर् विश्ववारो यो अस्ति । कामो रायः सुवीर्यस्य तं दात् पर्षन् नो अति सश्चतो अरिष्टान् ॥
sa ā no yoniṃ sadatu preṣṭho bṛhaspatir viśvavāro yo asti | kāmo rāyaḥ suvīryasya taṃ dāt parṣan no ati saścato ariṣṭān ||
May that Brhaspati who brings all blessings, most dearly loved, be seated by our altar. Heroes and wealth we crave; may he bestow them, and bear us safe beyond the men who vex us.
tam ā no arkam amṛtāya juṣṭam ime dhāsur amṛtāsaḥ purājāḥ | śucikrandaṃ yajatam pastyānām bṛhaspatim anarvāṇaṃ huvema ||
To us these Deathless Ones, erst born, have granted this laud of ours which gives the Immortal pleasure. Let us invoke Brhaspati, the foeless, the clear-voiced God, the Holy One of households
Him, this Brhaspati, his red-hued horses, drawing together, full of strength, bring hither. Robed in red colour like the cloud, they carry the Lord of Might whose friendship gives a dwelling.
स हि शुचिः शतपत्रः स शुन्ध्युर् हिरण्यवाशीर् इषिरः स्वर्षाः । बृहस्पतिः स स्वावेश ऋष्वः पुरू सखिभ्य आसुतिं करिष्ठः ॥
sa hi śuciḥ śatapatraḥ sa śundhyur hiraṇyavāśīr iṣiraḥ svarṣāḥ | bṛhaspatiḥ sa svāveśa ṛṣvaḥ purū sakhibhya āsutiṃ kariṣṭhaḥ ||
For he is pure, with hundred wings, refulgent, with sword of gold, impetuous, winning sunlight. Sublime Brhaspati, easy of access granteth his friends most bountiful refreshment.
Both Heaven and Earth, divine, the Deity's Parents, have made Brhaspati increase in grandeur. Glorify him, O friends, who merits glory: may he give prayer fair way and easy passage.
This, Brahmanaspati, is your laudation prayer hath been made to thunder wielding Indra. Favour our songs, wake up our thought and spirit: destroy the godless and our foemen's malice.
Ye Twain are Lords of wealth in earth and heaven, thou, O Brhaspati, and thou, O Indra. Mean though he be, give wealth to him who lauds you. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.