Pūṣan

The troops of Maruts with Indra as chief, the gods who give gifts like Pūṣan — all of you, hear my call.

O shining Pūṣan, bring back the brilliant sacrificial seat, the pillar of heaven, as a goat-herd leads back a lost animal.

The shining Pūṣan, the king, found the one hidden away, laid in a secret place — he found the one with the brilliant sacred grass.

O Pūṣan, may Aryamā — the skilled hotṛ, the Disposer — fashion a fine recitation for her.

Depart, O female apacit growths — Indra and Pūṣan have perceived you;

Tvaṣṭā and Pūṣan, and Savitā himself — all are in my power.

When Indra, unhindered and most showering, led forth the great waters, there Pūṣan was present at his side.

Soma and Pūṣan, perceivers of all good dwellings, are yoked as charioteers in the divine realm.

Let us now call upon Indra and Pūṣan for friendship, for well-being, for the winning of strength.

Then, in the midst of the cows, having spread sacred grass around a well-kindled fire, having cooked a *pauṣṇa* (पौष्ण) *caru* (sacrificial porridge) with milk, and having offered it with the verses "May Pūṣan follow the cows" and "May there be delight for us here," the blacksmith shall brand the bull.