yajñasya vo rathyaṃ viśpatiṃ viśāṃ hotāram aktor atithiṃ vibhāvasum | śocañ chuṣkāsu hariṇīṣu jarbhurad vṛṣā ketur yajato dyām aśāyata ||
I PRAISE your Charioteer of sacrifice, the Lord of men, Priest of the tribes, refulgent, Guest of night. Blazing amid dry plants, snatching amid the green, the Strong, the Holy Herald hath attained to heaven.
Him, Agni, Gods and men have made their chief support, who drinks the fatness and completes the sacrifice. With kisses they caress the Grandson of the Red, like the swift ray of light, the Household Priest of Dawn.
baḷ asya nīthā vi paṇeś ca manmahe vayā asya prahutā āsur attave | yadā ghorāso amṛtatvam āśatād ij janasya daivyasya carkiran ||
Yea, we discriminate his and the niggard's ways: his branches evermore are sent forth to consume. When his terrific flames have reached the Immortal's world, then men remember and extol the Heavenly Folk.
ṛtasya hi prasitir dyaur uru vyaco namo mahy aramatiḥ panīyasī | indro mitro varuṇaḥ saṃ cikitrire 'tho bhagaḥ savitā pūtadakṣasaḥ ||
For then the net of Law, Dyaus, and the wide expanse, Earth, Worship, and Devotion meet for highest praise, Varuna, Indra, Mitra were of one accord, and Savitar and Bhaga, Lords of holy might.
pra rudreṇa yayinā yanti sindhavas tiro mahīm aramatiṃ dadhanvire | yebhiḥ parijmā pariyann uru jrayo vi roruvaj jaṭhare viśvam ukṣate ||
Onward, with ever-roaming Rudra, speed the floods: over Aramati the Mighty have they run. With them Parijman, moving round his vast domain, loud bellowing, bedews all things that are within.
Straightway the Rudras, Maruts visiting all men, Falcons of Dyaus, home-dwellers with the Asura,- Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman look on with these, and the swift-moving Indra with swift-moving Gods.
इन्द्रे भुजं शशमानास आशत सूरो दृशीके वृषणश् च पौंस्ये । प्र ये न्व् अस्यार्हणा ततक्षिरे युजं वज्रं नृषदनेषु कारवः ॥
indre bhujaṃ śaśamānāsa āśata sūro dṛśīke vṛṣaṇaś ca pauṃsye | pra ye nv asyārhaṇā tatakṣire yujaṃ vajraṃ nṛṣadaneṣu kāravaḥ ||
With Indra have they found enjoyment, they who toil, in the light's beauty, in the very Strong One's strength; The singers who in men's assemblies forged for him, according to his due, his friend the thunderbolt.
Even the Sun's Bay Coursers hath lie held in check: each one fears Indra as the mightiest of all. Unhindered, from the air's vault thunders day by day the loud triumphant breathing of the fearful Bull.
With humble adoration show this day your song of praise to mighty Rudra, Ruler of the brave: With whom, the Eager Ones, going their ordered course, he comes from heaven Self-bright, auspicious, strong to guard.
te hi prajāyā abharanta vi śravo bṛhaspatir vṛṣabhaḥ somajāmayaḥ | yajñair atharvā prathamo vi dhārayad devā dakṣair bhṛgavaḥ saṃ cikitrire ||
For these have spread abroad the fame of human kind, the Bull Brhaspati and Soma's brotherhood. Atharvan first by sacrifices made men sure: through skill the Bhrgus were esteemed of all as Gods.
ते हि द्यावापृथिवी भूरिरेतसा नराशंसश् चतुरङ्गो यमो ऽदितिः । देवस् त्वष्टा द्रविणोदा ऋभुक्षणः प्र रोदसी मरुतो विष्णुर् अर्हिरे ॥
te hi dyāvāpṛthivī bhūriretasā narāśaṃsaś caturaṅgo yamo 'ditiḥ | devas tvaṣṭā draviṇodā ṛbhukṣaṇaḥ pra rodasī maruto viṣṇur arhire ||
For these, the Earth and Heaven with their abundant seed, four-bodied Narasmsa, Yama, Aditi, God Tvastar Wealth-bestower, the Rbhuksanas, Rodasi, Maruts, Visnu, claim and merit praise.
uta sya na uśijām urviyā kavir ahiḥ śṛṇotu budhnyo havīmani | sūryāmāsā vicarantā divikṣitā dhiyā śamīnahuṣī asya bodhatam ||
And may he too give car, the Sage, from far away, the Dragon of the Deep, to this our yearning call. Ye Sun and Moon who dwell in heaven and move in turn, and with your thought, O Earth and Sky, observe this well.
Dear to all Gods, may Pasan guard the ways we go, the Waters' child and Vayu help us to success. Sing lauds for your great bliss to Wind, the breath of all: ye Asvins prompt to hear, hear this upon your way.
viśām āsām abhayānām adhikṣitaṃ gīrbhir u svayaśasaṃ gṛṇīmasi | gnābhir viśvābhir aditim anarvaṇam aktor yuvānaṃ nṛmaṇā adhā patim ||
With hymns of praise we sing him who is throned as Lord over these fearless tribes, the Self-resplendent One. We praise Night's youthful Lord benevolent to men, the foeless One, the free, with all celestial Dames.
By reason of his birth here Angiras first sang: the pressing-stones upraised beheld the sacrifice- The stones through which the Sage became exceeding vast, and the sharp axe obtains in fight the beauteous place.