Be ye pure for the divine rite, the sacrifice to the gods.
Thou art the cauldron of Matariçvan.
Thou art the heaven, thou art the earth.
Thou art the all-supporting with the highest support.
Be firm, waver not.
Thou art the strainer of the Vasus, of a hundred streams, thou art that of the Vasus, of a thousand streams.
The spot (stoka) has been offered, the drop has been offered.
To Agni, to the mighty firmament!
Hail to sky and earth!
This is she of all life, this is the all-encompassing, this is the all-doing.
Be ye united, that follow holy orders,
Ye that wave and are fullest of sweetness,
Delightful for the gaining of wealth.
With Soma I curdle thee, curds for Indra.
O Visnu, guard the offering.
