"YE Aṣvins, rich in treasure, Lords of splendour, having nimble hands, Accept the sacrificial food."

"Ye Aṣvins, rich in wondrous deeds, ye heroes worthy of our praise, Accept our songs with mighty thought."

"Nisatyas, wonder-workers, yours arc these libations with clipt grass: Come ye whose paths are red with flame."

"O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee, Thus by fine fingers purified."

"Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the prayers, Of the libation-pouring priest."

"Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the prayers. In our libation take delight."

"Ye Viṣvedevas, who protect, reward, and cherish men, approach Your worshipper's drink-offering."

"Ye Viṣvedevas, swift at work, come hither quickly to the draught, As milch-kine hasten to their stalls."

"The Viṣvedevas, changing shape like serpents, fearless, void of guile, Bearers, accept the sacred draught"

"Wealthy in spoil, enriched with hymns, may bright Sarsavad desire, With eager love, our sacrifice."

"Inciter of all pleasant songs, inspirer o all gracious thought, Sarasvatî accept our rite"

"Sarasvatî, the mighty flood,– she with be light illuminates, She brightens every pious thought."