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a May I be pleasing to speech; pleasing to the
lord of speech, O divine speech. The sweetness of speech place in me; hail to
Sarasvati.
b By the Rc make the Soma to prosper,
By the Gayatra the Rathantara,
The Brhat with the Gayatri for its metre.
c The drop that falleth of them, that shoot,
Shaken by the arms, from the womb of the pressing-planks,
Or from the filter of the Adhvaryu,
Over it I say Hail! and offer it to Indra.
d The drop, the shoot, that hath fallen on the ground,
From the rice grains [1], the cake, the mush,
From the Soma with grain, from the mixed, O Indra, from the pure,
Over it I say Hail! and offer it to Indra.
e Thy sweet drop, powerful,
Over which Hail! is said and which goeth back to the gods
From the sky, the earth, the atmosphere
Over it I say Hail! and offer it to Indra.
f The Adhvaryu is the first of the priests to start work, verily they say
the Stoma should be started by him.
g 'May speech that goes in front go in front, going straight to the gods,
placing glory in me, breath in cattle, offspring in me [2] and in the
sacrificer', he says; verily he yokes speech at the beginning of the sacrifice.
The place of the sacrifice is made when having drawn off the libations they
creep to the Bahispavamana; for they go away, and they praise with verses which
go away; he returns, and with a verse addressed to Visnu reverences (the Soma);
Visnu is the sacrifice; verily he makes the sacrifice. 'O Visnu, as our
nearest, O mighty one, grant us protection; the streams dripping honey milk for
thee the unfailing source', he says; verily he makes to swell by it whatever of
the Soma has dried up through lying (in the barrels).
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