kad itthā nṝṃḥ pātraṃ devayatāṃ śravad giro aṅgirasāṃ turaṇyan | pra yad ānaḍ viśa ā harmyasyoru kraṃsate adhvare yajatraḥ ||
When Will men's guardians hasting hear with favour the song of Angiras's pious <A HREF="errata.htm#0">children</A>? When to the people of the home he cometh he strideth to the sacrifice, the Holy.
stambhīd dha dyāṃ sa dharuṇam pruṣāyad ṛbhur vājāya draviṇaṃ naro goḥ | anu svajām mahiṣaś cakṣata vrām menām aśvasya pari mātaraṃ goḥ ||
He stablished heaven; he poured forth, skilful worker, the wealth of kine, for strength, that nurtures heroes. The Mighty One his self-born host regarded, the horse's mate, the mother of the heifer.
Lord of red dawns, he came victorious, daily to the Angirases' former invocation. His bolt and team hath he prepared, and stablished the heaven for quadrupeds and men two-footed.
asya made svaryaṃ dā ṛtāyāpīvṛtam usriyāṇām anīkam | yad dha prasarge trikakum nivartad apa druho mānuṣasya duro vaḥ ||
In joy of this thou didst restore, for worship, the lowing company of hidden cattle. When the three-pointed one descends with onslaught he opens wide the doors that cause man trouble.
Thine is that milk which thy swift-moving Parents brought down, a strengthening genial gift for conquest; When the pure treasure unto thee they offered, the milk shed from the cow who streameth nectar.
adha pra jajñe taraṇir mamattu pra rocy asyā uṣaso na sūraḥ | indur yebhir āṣṭa sveduhavyaiḥ sruveṇa siñcañ jaraṇābhi dhāma ||
There is he born. May the Swift give us rapture, and like the Sun shine forth from yonder dawning, Indu, even us who drank, whose toils are offerings, poured from the spoon, with praise, upon the altar.
svidhmā yad vanadhitir apasyāt sūro adhvare pari rodhanā goḥ | yad dha prabhāsi kṛtvyāṃ anu dyūn anarviśe paśviṣe turāya ||
When the wood-pile, made of good logs, is ready, at the Sun's worship to bind fast the Bullock, Then when thou shinest forth through days of action for the Car-borne, the Swift, the Cattle-seeker.
Eight steeds thou broughtest down from mighty heaven, when fighting for the well that giveth splendour, That men might press with stones the gladdening yellow, strengthened with milk, fermenting, to exalt thee.
tvam āyasam prati vartayo gor divo aśmānam upanītam ṛbhvā | kutsāya yatra puruhūta vanvañ chuṣṇam anantaiḥ pariyāsi vadhaiḥ ||
Thou hurledst forth from heaven the iron missile, brought by the Skilful, from the sling of leather, When thou, O Much-invoked, assisting Kutsa with endless deadly darts didst compass Susna.
purā yat sūras tamaso apītes tam adrivaḥ phaligaṃ hetim asya | śuṣṇasya cit parihitaṃ yad ojo divas pari sugrathitaṃ tad ādaḥ ||
Bolt-armed, ere darkness overtook the sunlight, thou castest at the veiling cloud thy weapon, Thou rentest, out of heaven, though firmly knotted, the might of Susna that was thrown around him.
The mighty Heaven and Earth, those bright expanses that have no wheels, joyed, Indra, at thine exploit. Vrtra, the boar who lay amid the waters, to sleep thou sentest with thy mighty thunder.
Mount Indra, lover of the men thou guardest, the well-yoked horses of the wind, best bearers. The bolt which Kavya Usana erst gave thee, strong, gladdening, Vrtra-slaying, hath he fashioned.
The strong Bay Horses of the Sun thou stayedst: this Etasa drew not the wheel, O Indra. Casting them forth beyond the ninety rivers thou dravest down into the pit the godless.
tvaṃ no asyā indra durhaṇāyāḥ pāhi vajrivo duritād abhīke | pra no vājān rathyo aśvabudhyān iṣe yandhi śravase sūnṛtāyai ||
Indra, preserve thou us from this affliction Thunder-armed, save us from the misery near us. Vouchsafe us affluence in chariots, founded on horses, for our food and fame and gladness.
मा सा ते अस्मत् सुमतिर् वि दसद् वाजप्रमहः सम् इषो वरन्त । आ नो भज मघवन् गोष्व् अर्यो मंहिष्ठास् ते सधमादः स्याम ॥
mā sā te asmat sumatir vi dasad vājapramahaḥ sam iṣo varanta | ā no bhaja maghavan goṣv aryo maṃhiṣṭhās te sadhamādaḥ syāma ||
Never may this thy loving-kindness fail us; mighty in strength, may plenteous food surround us. Maghavan, make us share the foeman's cattle: may we be thy most liberal feast companions.