vasū rudrā purumantū vṛdhantā daśasyataṃ no vṛṣaṇāv abhiṣṭau | dasrā ha yad rekṇa aucathyo vām pra yat sasrāthe akavābhir ūtī ||
Ye Vasus Twain, ye Rudras full of counsel, grant us, Strong Strengtheners, when ye stand beside us, What wealth Aucathya craves of you, great Helpers when ye come forward with no niggard succour.
Who may give you aught, Vasus, for your favour, for what, at the Cow's place, ye grant through worship? Wake for us understanding full of riches, come with a heart that will fulfil our longing.
yukto ha yad vāṃ taugryāya perur vi madhye arṇaso dhāyi pajraḥ | upa vām avaḥ śaraṇaṃ gameyaṃ śūro nājma patayadbhir evaiḥ ||
As erst for Tugra's son your car, sea-crossing, strong, was equipped and set amid the waters, So may I gain your shelter and protection as with winged course a hero seeks his army.
upastutir aucathyam uruṣyen mā mām ime patatriṇī vi dugdhām | mā mām edho daśatayaś cito dhāk pra yad vām baddhas tmani khādati kṣām ||
May this my praise preserve Ucathya's offspring: let not these Twain who fly with wings exhaust me. Let not the wood ten times up-piled consume me, when fixed for you it bites the ground it stands on.
न मा गरन् नद्यो मातृतमा दासा यद् ईं सुसमुब्धम् अवाधुः । शिरो यद् अस्य त्रैतनो वितक्षत् स्वयं दास उरो अंसाव् अपि ग्ध ॥
na mā garan nadyo mātṛtamā dāsā yad īṃ susamubdham avādhuḥ | śiro yad asya traitano vitakṣat svayaṃ dāsa uro aṃsāv api gdha ||
The most maternal streams, wherein the Dasas cast me securely bound, have not devoured me. When Traitana would cleave my head asunder, the Dasa wounded his own breast and shoulders.
Dirghatamas the son of Mamata hath come to length of days in the tenth age of human kind. He is the Brahman of the waters as they strive to reach their end and aim: their charioteer is he.