Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Lords of great wealth, Brihaspati and Indra, rejoicing at this
sacrifice drink Soma.
Let the abundant drops sink deep within you: vouchsafe us
riches with full store of heroes.
2Let your swift-gliding coursers bear you hitherward with their
fleet pinions. Come ye forward with your arms.
Sit on the grass; a wide seat hath been made for you: delight
yourselves, O Maruts, in the pleasant food.
3For Jātavedas, worthy of our praise, will we frame with our
mind this eulogy as 'twere a car.
For good in his assembly is this care of ours. Let us not in thy
friendship, Agni, suffer harm.
4With these, borne on one car, Agni, approach us; or borne on
many, for thy steeds are able.
Bring, with their Dames, the Gods, the Three-and-Thirty, after
thy Godlike nature, and he joyful.