Mantrabrahmana 2.1

O serpent king who are in the eastern quarter,
this is your tribute offering.

O serpent king who are in the southern quarter,
this is your tribute offering.

The serpent king who is in the western direction: this is your tribute offering.

The serpent king who is in the northern direction: this is your tribute offering.

Homage to Earth, to the fanged one! / All-sustainer, may we not come to harm at your edge. / Do not slay what is united; / do not crush what is separated.

Soma is king; the Soma-cluster is king. / Soma is our king; we belong to Soma. / You are the serpent-crusher, belonging to the Soma-cluster; / belonging to the Soma-cluster, you are the serpent-crusher.

The compact which you made / together with the Seven Ṛṣis, / that [compact], O serpents, do not transgress! / Homage be to you; do not harm us!

Harm not our child, our descendant, nor our life; / harm not our cows, nor our horses! / Slay not our warriors, O Rudra, in your wrath; / bearing oblations, we ever invoke you.

To him of a hundred weapons, a hundred powers, / a hundred aids, the conqueror of foes, / that he may not rob us of a hundred autumns, / may Indra lead us beyond all misfortunes.

The four paths of the gods / that extend between Heaven and Earth: / whichever of them brings non-decay and non-defeat, / entrust us to that one here, O all you gods!

May summer, winter, and spring, / autumn, and the rains be auspicious for us! / In the sheltered breeze of these seasons of a hundred autumns, / may we abide free from fear.

To the Idvatsara, to the Parivatsara, / to the Samvatsara render great homage! / In the goodwill of those worshipful [seasons] / may we live long, undefeated and unharmed.

From good to better you have guided us, O gods; / through your aid may we attain you. / Enter us, O food, as bringing comfort; / be gentle to our offspring and to our body! Svāhā!

You are strength, O vital breath; that truth I speak, / for as strength you have entered into everything. / Having wiped away old age and disease from my body, / become free from ailment; do not die on us, O Indra!

May Agni eat first, / for he knows how [to receive] the oblation; / may he, who attends to all people, / make the plants auspicious for us. Svāhā!

That very barley mixed with honey / they ploughed along the Sarasvatī for Manu; / Indra of a hundred rites was the lord of the plough, / the Maruts, bountiful givers, were the ploughmen. Svāhā!