baḷ itthā tad vapuṣe dhāyi darśataṃ devasya bhargaḥ sahaso yato jani | yad īm upa hvarate sādhate matir ṛtasya dhenā anayanta sasrutaḥ ||
Yea, verily, the fair effulgence of the God for glory was established, since he sprang from strength. When he inclines thereto successful is the hymn: the songs of sacrifice have brought him as they flow
Wonderful, rich in nourishment, he dwells in food; next, in the seven auspicious Mothers is his home. Thirdly, that they might drain the treasures of the Bull, the maidens brought forth him for whom the ten provide.
nir yad īm budhnān mahiṣasya varpasa īśānāsaḥ śavasā kranta sūrayaḥ | yad īm anu pradivo madhva ādhave guhā santam mātariśvā mathāyati ||
What time from out the deep, from the Steer's wondrous form, the Chiefs who had the power produced him with their strength; When Matarisvan rubbed forth him who lay concealed, for mixture of the sweet drink, in the days of old.
pra yat pituḥ paramān nīyate pary ā pṛkṣudho vīrudho daṃsu rohati | ubhā yad asya januṣaṃ yad invata ād id yaviṣṭho abhavad ghṛṇā śuciḥ ||
When from the Highest Father he is brought to us, amid the plants he rises hungry, wondrously. As both together join to expedite his birth, most youthful he is born resplendent in his light.
ād in mātṝr āviśad yāsv ā śucir ahiṃsyamāna urviyā vi vāvṛdhe | anu yat pūrvā aruhat sanājuvo ni navyasīṣv avarāsu dhāvate ||
Then also entered he the Mothers, and in them pure and uninjured he increased in magnitude. As to the first he rose, the vigorous from of old, so now he runs among the younger lowest ones.
Therefore they choose him Herald at the morning rites, pressing to him as unto Bhaga, pouring gifts, When, much-praised, by the power and will of Gods, he goes at all times to his mortal worshipper to drink.
वि यद् अस्थाद् यजतो वातचोदितो ह्वारो न वक्वा जरणा अनाकृतः । तस्य पत्मन् दक्षुषः कृष्णजंहसः शुचिजन्मनो रज आ व्यध्वनः ॥
vi yad asthād yajato vātacodito hvāro na vakvā jaraṇā anākṛtaḥ | tasya patman dakṣuṣaḥ kṛṣṇajaṃhasaḥ śucijanmano raja ā vyadhvanaḥ ||
What time the Holy One, wind-urged, hath risen up, serpent-like winding through the dry grass unrestrained, Dust lies upon the way of him who burneth all, black-winged and pure of birth who follows sundry paths.
ratho na yātaḥ śikvabhiḥ kṛto dyām aṅgebhir aruṣebhir īyate | ād asya te kṛṣṇāso dakṣi sūrayaḥ śūrasyeva tveṣathād īṣate vayaḥ ||
Like a swift chariot made by men who know their art, he with his red limbs lifts himself aloft to heaven. Thy worshippers become by burning black of hue: their strength flies as before a hero's violence.
tvayā hy agne varuṇo dhṛtavrato mitraḥ śāśadre aryamā sudānavaḥ | yat sīm anu kratunā viśvathā vibhur arān na nemiḥ paribhūr ajāyathāḥ ||
By thee, O Agni, Varuna who guards the Law, Mitra and Aryaman, the Bounteous, are made strong; For, as the felly holds the spokes, thou with thy might pervading hast been born encompassing them round.
Agni, to him who toils and pours libations, thou, Most Youthful! sendest wealth and all the host of Gods. Thee, therefore, even as Bhaga, will we set anew, young Child of Strength, most wealthy! in our battle-song.
अस्मे रयिं न स्वर्थं दमूनसम् भगं दक्षं न पपृचासि धर्णसिम् । रश्मींर् इव यो यमति जन्मनी उभे देवानां शंसम् ऋत आ च सुक्रतुः ॥
asme rayiṃ na svarthaṃ damūnasam bhagaṃ dakṣaṃ na papṛcāsi dharṇasim | raśmīṃr iva yo yamati janmanī ubhe devānāṃ śaṃsam ṛta ā ca sukratuḥ ||
Vouchsafe us riches turned to worthy ends, good luck abiding in the house, and strong capacity, Wealth that directs both worlds as they were guiding-reins, and, very Wise, the Gods' assent in sacrifice.
उत नः सुद्योत्मा जीराश्वो होता मन्द्रः शृणवच् चन्द्ररथः । स नो नेषन् नेषतमैर् अमूरो ऽग्निर् वामं सुवितं वस्यो अच्छ ॥
uta naḥ sudyotmā jīrāśvo hotā mandraḥ śṛṇavac candrarathaḥ | sa no neṣan neṣatamair amūro 'gnir vāmaṃ suvitaṃ vasyo accha ||
May he, the Priest resplendent, joyful, hear us, he with the radiant car and rapid horses. May Agni, ever wise, with best directions to bliss and highest happiness conduct us.
अस्ताव्य् अग्निः शिमीवद्भिर् अर्कैः साम्राज्याय प्रतरं दधानः । अमी च ये मघवानो वयं च मिहं न सूरो अति निष् टतन्युः ॥
astāvy agniḥ śimīvadbhir arkaiḥ sāmrājyāya prataraṃ dadhānaḥ | amī ca ye maghavāno vayaṃ ca mihaṃ na sūro ati niṣ ṭatanyuḥ ||
With hymns of might hath Agni now been lauded, advanced to height of universal kingship. Now may these wealthy chiefs and we together spread forth as spreads the Sun above the rain-clouds.