For the rite you two, for the gods may I be strong.
Thee for accomplishment!
The Raksas is burnt up, the evil spirits are burnt up.
Thou art the yoke.
Injure him who injures us, injure him whom we injure.
Thou art of gods the most firmly jointed, the most richly filled,
the most agreeable, the best of carriers, the best caller of the gods.
Thou art the oblation-holder that wavers not.
Be firm, waver not.
I gaze on thee with the eye of Mitra.
Be not afraid, be not troubled, let me harm thee [1] not.
(Be thou) wide open to the wind.
On the impulse of the god Savitr, with the arms of the Açvins,
with the hands of Pusan, I offer thee dear to Agni, to Agni and Soma.
This of the gods, this of us too.
For prosperity thee, not for misfortune.
May I behold the light, the radiance for all men.
May they that have doors stand firm in heaven and earth.
Fare along the wide atmosphere.
I place thee in the lap of Aditi.
O Agni, guard the offering.
