ā no bhadrāḥ kratavo yantu viśvato 'dabdhāso aparītāsa udbhidaḥ | devā no yathā sadam id vṛdhe asann aprāyuvo rakṣitāro dive-dive ||
May powers auspicious come to us from every side, never deceived, unhindered, and victorious, That the Gods ever may be with us for our gain, our guardians day by day unceasing in their care.
devānām bhadrā sumatir ṛjūyatāṃ devānāṃ rātir abhi no ni vartatām | devānāṃ sakhyam upa sedimā vayaṃ devā na āyuḥ pra tirantu jīvase ||
May the auspicious favour of the Gods be ours, on us descend the bounty of the righteous Gods. The friendship of the Gods have we devoutly sought: so may the Gods extend our life that we may live.
We call them hither with a hymn of olden time, Bhaga, the friendly Daksa, Mitra, Aditi, Aryaman, Varuna, Soma, the Asvins. May Sarasvati, auspicious, grant felicity.
tan no vāto mayobhu vātu bheṣajaṃ tan mātā pṛthivī tat pitā dyauḥ | tad grāvāṇaḥ somasuto mayobhuvas tad aśvinā śṛṇutaṃ dhiṣṇyā yuvam ||
May the Wind waft to us that pleasant medicine, may Earth our Mother give it, and our Father Heaven, And the joy-giving stones that press the Soma's juice. Asvins, may ye, for whom our spirits long, hear this.
Him we invoke for aid who reigns supreme, the Lord of all that stands or moves, inspirer of the soul, That Pusan may promote the increase of our wealth, our keeper and our guard infallible for our good.
svasti na indro vṛddhaśravāḥ svasti naḥ pūṣā viśvavedāḥ | svasti nas tārkṣyo ariṣṭanemiḥ svasti no bṛhaspatir dadhātu ||
Illustrious far and wide, may Indra prosper us: may Pusan prosper us, the Master of all wealth. May Tarksya with uninjured fellies prosper us: Brhaspati vouchsafe to us prosperity.
The Maruts, Sons of Prsni, borne by spotted steeds, moving in glory, oft visiting holy rites, Sages whose tongue is Agni, brilliant as the Sun,--hither let all the Gods for our protection come.
Gods, may we with our ears listen to what is good, and with our eyes see what is good, ye Holy Ones. With limbs and bodies firm may we extolling you attain the term of life appointed by the Gods.
śatam in nu śarado anti devā yatrā naś cakrā jarasaṃ tanūnām | putrāso yatra pitaro bhavanti mā no madhyā rīriṣatāyur gantoḥ ||
A hundred autumns stand before us, O ye Gods, within whose space ye bring our bodies to decay; Within whose space our sons become fathers in turn. Break ye not in the midst our course of fleeting life.
Aditi is the heaven, Aditi is mid-air, Aditi is the Mother and the Sire and Son. Aditi is all Gods, Aditi five-classed men, Aditi all that hath been born and shall be born.