Hymn XVIII. Brahmanaspati.

 O BRAHMANAPSATI, make him who presses Soma glorious,
Even Kaksivan Ausija.
 The rich, the healer of disease, who giveth wealth, increaseth store,
The prompt,--may he be with us still.
 Let not the foeman's curse, let not a mortal's onslaught fall on us
Preserve us, Brahmanaspati.
 Ne'er is the mortal hero harmed whom Indra, Brahmanaspati,
And Soma graciously inspire.
 Do, thou, O Brahmanaspati, and Indra, Soma, Daksina,
Preserve that mortal from distress.
 To the Assembly's wondrous Lord, to Indra's lovely Friend who gives
Wisdom, have I drawn near in prayer.
 He without whom no sacrifice, e'en of the wise man, prospers; he
Stirs up the series of thoughts.
 He makes the oblation prosper, he promotes the course of sacrifice:
Our voice of praise goes to the Gods.
 I have seen Narasamsa, him most resolute, most widely famed,
As 'twere the Household Priest of heaven.