ṛtur janitrī tasyā apas pari makṣū jāta āviśad yāsu vardhate | tad āhanā abhavat pipyuṣī payo 'ṃśoḥ pīyūṣam prathamaṃ tad ukthyam ||
The Season was the parent, and when born therefrom it entered rapidly the floods wherein it grows. Thence was it full of sap, streaming with milky juice: the milk of the plant's stalk is chief and meet for lauds.
They come trooping together bearing milk to him, and bring him sustenance who gives support to all. The way is common for the downward streams to flow. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.
anv eko vadati yad dadāti tad rūpā minan tadapā eka īyate | viśvā ekasya vinudas titikṣate yas tākṛṇoḥ prathamaṃ sāsy ukthyaḥ ||
One priest announces what the institutor gives: one, altering the forms, zealously plies his task, The third corrects the imperfections left by each. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.
Dealing out food unto their people there they sit, like wealth to him who comes, more than the back can bear. Greedily with his teeth he eats the master's food. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.
Thou hast created earth to look upon the sky: thou, slaying Ahi, settest free the river's paths. Thee, such, a God, the Gods have quickened with their lauds, even as a steed with waters: meet for praise art thou.
यो भोजनं च दयसे च वर्धनम् आर्द्राद् आ शुष्कम् मधुमद् दुदोहिथ । स शेवधिं नि दधिषे विवस्वति विश्वस्यैक ईशिषे सास्य् उक्थ्यः ॥
yo bhojanaṃ ca dayase ca vardhanam ārdrād ā śuṣkam madhumad dudohitha | sa śevadhiṃ ni dadhiṣe vivasvati viśvasyaika īśiṣe sāsy ukthyaḥ ||
Thou givest increase, thou dealest to us our food: thou milkest from the moist the dry, the rich in sweets. Thou by the worshipper layest thy precious store: thou art sole Lord of all. Meet for our praise art thou.
Thou who hast spread abroad the streams by stablished law, and in the field the plants that blossom and bear seed; Thou who hast made the matchless lightnings of the sky,-vast, compassing vast realms, meet for our praise art thou.
यो नार्मरं सहवसुं निहन्तवे पृक्षाय च दासवेशाय चावहः । ऊर्जयन्त्या अपरिविष्टम् आस्यम् उतैवाद्य पुरुकृत् सास्य् उक्थ्यः ॥
yo nārmaraṃ sahavasuṃ nihantave pṛkṣāya ca dāsaveśāya cāvahaḥ | ūrjayantyā apariviṣṭam āsyam utaivādya purukṛt sāsy ukthyaḥ ||
Who broughtest Narmara with all his wealth, for sake of food, to slay him that the fiends might be destroyed, Broughtest the face unclouded of the strengthening one, performing much even now, worthy art thou of praise.
śataṃ vā yasya daśa sākam ādya ekasya śruṣṭau yad dha codam āvitha | arajjau dasyūn sam unab dabhītaye suprāvyo abhavaḥ sāsy ukthyaḥ ||
Thou boundest up the Dasa's hundred friends and ten, when, at one's hearing, thou belpest thy worshipper. Thou for Dabhiti boundest Dasyus not with cords; Thou wast a mighty help. Worthy of lauds art thou.
viśved anu rodhanā asya pauṃsyaṃ dadur asmai dadhire kṛtnave dhanam | ṣaḷ astabhnā viṣṭiraḥ pañca saṃdṛśaḥ pari paro abhavaḥ sāsy ukthyaḥ ||
All banks of rivers yielded to his manly might; to him they gave, to him, the Strong, gave up their wealth. The six directions hast thou fixed, a five-fold view: thy victories reached afar. Worthy of lauds art thou.
supravācanaṃ tava vīra vīryaṃ yad ekena kratunā vindase vasu | jātūṣṭhirasya pra vayaḥ sahasvato yā cakartha sendra viśvāsy ukthyaḥ ||
Meet for high praise, O Hero, is thy power, that with thy single wisdom thou obtainest wealth, The life-support of conquering Jatusthira. Indra, for all thy deeds, worthy of lauds art thou.
aramayaḥ sarapasas tarāya kaṃ turvītaye ca vayyāya ca srutim | nīcā santam ud anayaḥ parāvṛjam prāndhaṃ śroṇaṃ śravayan sāsy ukthyaḥ ||
Thou for Turviti heldest still the flowing floods, the river-stream for Vayya easily to pass Didst raise the outcast from the depths, and gavest fame unto the halt and blind. Worthy of lauds art thou.
asmabhyaṃ tad vaso dānāya rādhaḥ sam arthayasva bahu te vasavyam | indra yac citraṃ śravasyā anu dyūn bṛhad vadema vidathe suvīrāḥ ||
Prepare thyself to grant us that great bounty, O Vasu, for abundant is thy treasure. Snatch up the wonderful, O Indra, daily. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.