I looked around, in spirit, for kinsmen, Indra-Agni, or for brothers. For you the bowl divine, Indra and Agni, presses the Soma gladly to delight you. With hands auspicious and fair arms, ye Asvins, haste, sprinkle it with sweetness in the waters. Indra-Agni, when Vrtra fell and when the spoil was parted. Sit at this sacrifice, ye ever active, on the strewn grass, and with the juice delight you.
Twain exceed the earth and heaven in greatness.
Greater are ye than rivers and than mountains, O Indra-Agni, and all things beside them. This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.