I invoke the youthful waters and the ghee-dipped offerings; hear, O Dawn, you of heaven and earth, my prayer. O day when the heavens rose, may our fathers not grow cold here.

I worship you, waters that pour forth ghī, and you, heaven and earth, for your increase; hear me, youworlds; when worshippers at the daily or nightly rite proceed to their pious purpose, then may the parents (of all)sanctify us with ambrosia.

1 praise your work that ye may make me prosper: hear, Heaven and Earth, Twain Worlds that drop with fatness. While days and nights go to the world of spirits, here let the Parents with sweet meath refresh us