Victory is ours—blazing forth, prosperity, brilliance, knowledge, and all that is sacred belongs to us. Heaven itself, our sacrifices, our cattle, our offspring, our heroes—these, too, are ours. For this reason, we set apart this one, this descendant, this son of that one, whoever he may be, so that he does not break the bonds that hold heaven and earth together. Again, victory is ours; our radiance and abundance are secure. Thus, we set apart this one, the descendant, the son, whoever he is, so that he does not loosen the bonds of Indra and Agni. Once more, victory and bursting forth are ours, as well as our prosperity, brilliance, sacred knowledge, and all our treasures. For this, we set apart this one, the descendant, the son, whoever he is, that he may not break the bonds of Mitra and Varuna. Victory remains ours, and all that sustains us. Therefore, we set apart this one, the descendant, the son, whoever he is, so that he does not break the bonds of King Varuna. Victory is ours, bursting forth is ours, prosperity is ours, our brilliance, our sacred knowledge, our heaven, our sacrifice, our cattle, our offspring, our heroes are ours. Let victory and bursting forth continue to be ours; may all battles and hostilities be driven far from us. Thus spoke Agni, thus spoke Soma, and Pūṣan: “May you not fall from the world of the righteous.” We have reached heaven, we have reached the light; together, we have come to the radiance of the sun. May the sacrifice become fruitful for the sake of wealth; may I win wealth and become wealthy; place wealth within me. O friend, let me choose friendship with you. Even after crossing many wide oceans, may the wise establish the descendant of the father, shining forth, upon the earth as a bridge. He is not your friend who does not wish for this friendship, who turns away and becomes of differing form. The sons of greatness, the heroes of the Asura, upholders of the sky, are renowned in the wide expanse. Indeed, these immortals long for you, even for the single, visible, mortal being; but let your mind not be set on us, do not desire to seize our body, O youthful one. Let us not repeat what we did before; speaking truth, let us not embrace falsehood. Gandharva is in the waters, and the maiden too—may that be our highest bond, may that be our kinship. In the womb, our begetter is the pair, the husband and wife: the god Tvaṣṭṛ, Savitṛ of manifold forms. No one breaks his laws; earth and sky both know his vessel. Who today yokes the cows to the yoke of truth, the strong, the shining, the long-lived? Those who were near at hand, in the heart, bringing joy—he who fulfilled their service lives. Who knows the first day of this one? Who has seen it? Who here can declare it? The great domain of Mitra and Varuṇa—how can I speak of the origin of men? Yama’s sister, Yamī, desired Yama, to come together in the same womb, to lie together. Like a wife longing for her husband, she wished to unite her body with his, but he broke away, like a chariot wheel on the road. These here neither stand nor sit; they are the spies of the gods who move about here. Go with another who delights you, break apart with him, as a chariot wheel from the road. May night and day grant us favor; may the eye of the sun measure us again and again. By day and by night, earth and sky are joined as kin—Yamī was separated from Yama. Go on, indeed, to later generations, where wives create offspring; embrace the arm of a bull, seek a husband, O fortunate one, as you desire. What is a brother if he becomes helpless? What is a sister if misfortune befalls her? If I have sinned in this, let me bear it; protect my body with your body. I am not your protector here, Yamī, nor have I joined my body with yours; seek delight with another, not with your brother, O fortunate one—for he does not wish for this. Nor would I join my body with yours; they call it evil if a sister approaches her brother. This thought, this feeling is not mine—that a brother should lie with his sister. Alas, alas, Yama, I have not found your mind or your heart; another, as a companion yoked to you, has embraced you at birth, as a vine embraces a tree. Some other woman, O Yamī, embraces you at the union, as a creeper wraps around a tree. Let your mind desire her, and let her mind desire you; establish a harmonious understanding between you both. The poets composed three meters, perceiving the many forms and the all-seeing one. Waters, winds, and plants—all these are established in a single world. The bull has milked for the mighty one, by his effort, the heavenly waters—the powerful, unassailable son of Aditi. Varuna knows all, by wisdom; he worships the worthy seasons as the worthy one. Let the Gandharvi and the woman, both, protect our mind by the sound of the river. In the midst of the desired, let Aditi establish us; our brother, our eldest, speaks forth first. She, radiant, blessed, full of glory, has awakened for Manu, bearing light. When the awakened ones follow the awakened, they generate Agni, the priest, for the ritual. Then that drop, splendid and perceptive, the powerful eagle, shines forth in the sacrifice. When the noble people choose the excellent Agni as priest, then wisdom is born. He is always joyful, nourished like barley by the offerings—Agni, the self-sacrificing priest of men. When the inspired one recites the hymn, you bring abundant prize with many gifts. Awaken, O fathers, the husband approaches; he seeks fortune, desires the heart of the lovely one. The fire distinguishes, observes, the ritual; the powerful one stirs, the spirit trembles with thought. Whatever mortal has declared your favor, O Agni, son of strength, he is heard beyond. Bearing and granting nourishment with horses, he adorns the shining days with protection. Hear us, O Agni, in the dwelling, in the seat; harness the swift chariot of immortality. Bring to us the two worlds, daughters of the gods; let us not be far from the gods here. Whenever this assembly arises, O Agni, divine among the gods, worshipful and worthy of worship; and whatever treasures you distribute, O self-powered one, grant us here a rich share. Agni followed all the Dawns together, he, the first, the knower of births, followed the days. He followed the rays of the Sun, the Dawns, and entered heaven and earth. Agni revealed all the Dawns together, he, the first, the knower of births, revealed the days. He spread the many rays of the Sun and extended heaven and earth. Heaven and earth, in the beginning, by truth, became renowned, speaking truth. When the god makes mortals worship, he sits as priest, facing them, when he brings breath. The god, surpassing the gods by truth, brings our offering, the first, wise one. The smoke-bannered, blazing, radiant, gentle, eternal priest, most worthy in speech. I praise you both, to increase, O waters, ghee-smeared; heaven and earth, listen to me, O two worlds. When the gods sought the path of life by day, let our fathers refresh us here with honey.