Pūṣan

Indra and Vāyu, Bṛhaspati, Mitra and Agni, Pūṣan and Bhaga, the Ādityas, and the host of Maruts.

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.

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

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

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

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

For you, self-sustaining one, protect all magic arts — may your bountiful gift be here, O Pūṣan.

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.