Indra and Agni, mighty among the gods, adorned the radiant realms of heaven with their strength, displaying their heroic power for all to witness. To these two great ones, the heartfelt prayers of mortals ascended, traveling along the true and sacred paths, seeking their favor. Their might was unquestionable—their thrones and the ways they traversed were firmly established, their protection ever assured. Yet, who truly knows for whom, at the pressing of the Soma, these two drink together? Who has placed them here, these shatterers of fortresses, who delight in the sweet, invigorating Soma? Like a generous beast or a mighty elephant, Indra and Agni roam far and wide, unrestrained by any force. At the Soma pressing, they arrive with irresistible power, moving with the force of a tempest. He who is fierce, well-armed, and steadfast—prepared for the battles ahead—if he, the generous one, hears the singer’s call, let not Indra turn away to lesser company. The pure, flowing Somas stream forth, O Indus, permeating all sacred works, carrying their blessings. These sacred streams descend from the sky, passing through the midspace, and spread across the ridges of the earth. Swift and shining, the waters flow, O Indus, washing away all hatreds and enmities. Indra and Agni, slayers of Vṛtra, ever victorious and unconquered, bestowers of strength, are invoked by those who seek their aid. The singers, skilled in hymns and wise in guidance, praise them, choosing Indra and Agni as the givers of wealth. Together, these two once shook down ninety forts of the Dāsa women in a single, mighty deed. To Agni, whose form is radiant and full of energy, the songs of the faithful are sent forth, brimming with power. In times of need, the people come to his shelter as one seeks the shade of the sun, trusting in Agni’s golden form for protection. Fierce as an archer, with horns as sharp as a bull, Agni shatters the strongholds of evil. The people seek Viśvānar Agni, lord of truth and light, whose unceasing heat sustains the ritual. He who has spread this sacrifice, the highest light of the sacred rites, releases the seasons at his will. In beloved abodes, Agni shines alone in splendor with his kin, embodying the desires of what has been and what will be. The third eighth part—Agni, ancient in birth and shining with his own brilliance—has grown through the wisdom of the poets. Agni, descendant of strength, is called upon with pure flames in every sacrifice and sacred rite. May this mighty Agni be a friend, his bright flame illuminating the sacred grass as he sits among the gods. Let his powers rise up, breaking the demons, driving away all who oppose the righteous. With his strength, he has struck down enemies at the meeting of chariots, winning the prize for those who praise him with fearless hearts. No one can withstand the laws of this flowing one; Agni breaks apart any who dare challenge him in battle. The exhilarating, golden Soma is urged on, swift as a horse among the rivers, eager for Indra and full of desire. Indra is called to come, riding splendid horses adorned with peacock feathers, unrestrained by any bonds, swift as an archer hitting the mark. Indra, destroyer of Vṛtra, is the breaker of enclosures and shatterer of strongholds, charioteer of bay steeds, born of water—he has broken even the firmest barriers. His resolve is as deep as the ocean; he grants abundance, rich as the pasture given to cows, and gathers wealth as rivers flow to a lake. As a thirsty bull comes to water, never turning away, so Indra is invited to come to the Kanvas, to their ancestors and themselves, and drink with them. Let the pressed Somas delight generous Indra, who accepts the gifts of the faithful; he drank the best Soma from the bowl and took the strength it offered. Indra alone, mighty god, is praised above all; no other is the helper of mortals as he is. The people speak these words to him, trusting in his generosity. May his gifts and aid never fail, never be diminished, but be measured out in abundance for all peoples. Then, as the shining daughter of heaven rises and spreads her light—the sister of the sun—she is seen by all. Like a bright, red horse, the mother of cows, rich in milk, Dawn becomes the friend of the Aśvins. She is their companion, the mother of cows, the mistress of wealth. This new Dawn shines forth, beloved of heaven, and the people praise the great Aśvins for their beauty. The two wondrous ones, mothers of the river, bestowers of wealth, wise gods who know the riches of the world, are honored in song. Their praises resound across the broad earth, and the people call for their chariot to arrive in abundance. Dawn is asked to bring splendid wealth, swift horses, and the means to sustain both children and descendants. She is invited to come today to this place, rich in cattle and horses, to shine forth for her devotees, bestowing glory and truthfulness upon all.