He born anew is ever fresh, the emblem of days, he follows the Dawns. Arising he provides the Gods their portion. May the Moon lengthen the span of our existence. Mount, O Sun, this gold-hued chariot shaped from many forms of Kimsuka planks and Salmali wood, strong-wheeled, easy rolling. Forth to the world of life immortal, make a happy bridal journey for your lord. Get up from hence, this maiden has a husband. Go, seek another in her father’s home and get the portion from of old assigned you. Rise up from here, Viswarasu, we entreat you with due reverence. Seek you another willing maid leaving the lady alone with her husband. Straight be the paths and thornless whereupon our friends travel to the wooing. Let Aryaman and Bhaga lead us, let there be a stable union of the wife and husband, O Gods! Now I free you from the noose of Varuna, wherewith the kindly Savitar hath bound thee. Unharmed I give thee up with they consort to the law, in the world of goodness. May bounteous Indra lead you by the hand that you may live blessed in fortune with your sons, may the Ashvins escort you on their car so that you may enter your husband’s house as the mistress. May authority be ever your speech. Happy be thou and prosper with your children there, be ever watchful as mistress to rule over the household. Unite yourself wholly with this man your husband. So authority will be yours in speech till fair old age. Dark blue and red is the Magic sign which clings so closely, now driven off. May the kinsman of the bride thrive well, the husband is bound fast in bonds. Throw you away the dirty woollen robe, give wealth to the Brahmin priests. This female fiend, now assuming feet attends her husband as a wife.

I anoit with fat the mighty demon-slayer, to the renowned Friend. I come for refuge to him who enkindled and boldened by our rites may protect us from evil day and night. O Agni, assail the demons with thy iron teeth and blazing flames. With thy tongue seize the foolish worshippers, rend to pieces and devour the raw, flesh eaters, O God Agni, use thy both upper and lower teeth, enkindled and annihilating. Roam about in the air, O God, around us and with thy mighty jaws attack the evil spirits. Bend thy darts through sacrifice, O Agni, whet their points with song as if with a whetstone and therewith pierce the hearts of the devils and tear their arms away raised to attack thee. Destroy annihilate with your heat the workers of magic, destroy the evil spirits with your blazing flame. O Agni, destroy with fire the foolish adorers, blaze and destroy this day the evil-doer, may each blazing curse of his return and consume him. May arrows pierce the liar in his vitals and Vishwa’s net enclose the Rakshashas. The wicked who anoints himself with flesh and blood of cattle, with flesh of steeds and of human beings, who steals the milk away, O Agni, tear off the heads of such fiends with fiery fury. Guard us, O Agni, from above and from below, from behind and before. May you flames most fierce, ever blazing wholly consume the sinful man.

A thousand heads has Purusha a thousand eyes, a thousand feet. Encompassing the Earth from all sides, he exceeds it by ten fingers breadth. This Purusha is all that has been and what is to be. This Lord of immortality waxes ever greater by food. So vast is the measure of his greatness, and still greater is Purusha. All creatures are a fourth of him, three fourths are in eternal heaven. Three-fourths of him ascended high, one-fourth remained here down on the earth. From this be spread to every side over-living and non-living things. From him Virat, the shining was born and from this again Purusha was born. As soon as he took birth he spread himself over the entire Earth both before and behind. The Gods prepared the sacrifice with this Purusha as their oblation. The spring was the clarified butter, summer the fuel, and autumn the offering.