These hymns that drop down fatness, with the ladle I ever offer to the Kings Adityas. May Mitra, Aryaman, and Bhaga hear us, the mighty Varuna Daksa, and Amsa.
With one accord may Aryaman and Mitra and Varuna this day accept this praise-song- Adityas bright and pure as streams of water, free from all guile and falsehood, blameless, perfect.
ta ādityāsa uravo gabhīrā adabdhāso dipsanto bhūryakṣāḥ | antaḥ paśyanti vṛjinota sādhu sarvaṃ rājabhyaḥ paramā cid anti ||
These Gods, Adityas, vast, profound, and faithful, with many eyes, fain to deceive the wicked, Looking within behold the good and evil near to the Kings is even the thing most distant.
Upholding that which moves and that which moves not, Adityas, Gods, protectors of all being, Provident, guarding well the world of spirits, true to eternal Law, the debt-exactors.
vidyām ādityā avaso vo asya yad aryaman bhaya ā cin mayobhu | yuṣmākam mitrāvaruṇā praṇītau pari śvabhreva duritāni vṛjyām ||
May I, Adityas, share me this your favour which, Aryaman, brings profit e'en in danger. Under your guidance, Varuna and Mitra, round troubles may I pass, like rugged places.
सुगो हि वो अर्यमन् मित्र पन्था अनृक्षरो वरुण साधुर् अस्ति । तेनादित्या अधि वोचता नो यच्छता नो दुष्परिहन्तु शर्म ॥
sugo hi vo aryaman mitra panthā anṛkṣaro varuṇa sādhur asti | tenādityā adhi vocatā no yacchatā no duṣparihantu śarma ||
Smooth is your path, O Aryaman and Mitra; excellent is it, Varuna, and thornless. Thereon, Adityas, send us down your blessing: grant us a shelter hard to be demolished.
Mother of Kings, may Aditi transport us, by fair paths Aryaman, beyond all hatred. May we uninjured, girt by many heroes, win Varuna's and Mitra's high protection.
With their support they stay three earths, three heavens; three are their functions in the Gods' assembly. Mighty through Law, Adityas, is your greatness; fair is it, Aryaman, Varuna, and Mitra.
Golden and splendid, pure like streams of water, they hold aloft the three bright heavenly regions. Ne'er do they slumber, never close their eyelids, faithful, far-ruling for the righteous mortal.
त्वं विश्वेषां वरुणासि राजा ये च देवा असुर ये च मर्ताः । शतं नो रास्व शरदो विचक्षे ऽश्यामायूंषि सुधितानि पूर्वा ॥
tvaṃ viśveṣāṃ varuṇāsi rājā ye ca devā asura ye ca martāḥ | śataṃ no rāsva śarado vicakṣe 'śyāmāyūṃṣi sudhitāni pūrvā ||
Thou over all, O Varuna, art Sovran, be they Gods, Asura! or be they mortals. Grant unto us to see a hundred autumns ours be the blest long lives of our forefathers.
न दक्षिणा वि चिकिते न सव्या न प्राचीनम् आदित्या नोत पश्चा । पाक्या चिद् वसवो धीर्या चिद् युष्मानीतो अभयं ज्योतिर् अश्याम् ॥
na dakṣiṇā vi cikite na savyā na prācīnam ādityā nota paścā | pākyā cid vasavo dhīryā cid yuṣmānīto abhayaṃ jyotir aśyām ||
Neither the right nor left do I distinguish, neither the east nor yet the west, Adityas. Simple and guided by your wisdom, Vasus! may I attain the light that brings no danger.
यो राजभ्य ऋतनिभ्यो ददाश यं वर्धयन्ति पुष्टयश् च नित्याः । स रेवान् याति प्रथमो रथेन वसुदावा विदथेषु प्रशस्तः ॥
yo rājabhya ṛtanibhyo dadāśa yaṃ vardhayanti puṣṭayaś ca nityāḥ | sa revān yāti prathamo rathena vasudāvā vidatheṣu praśastaḥ ||
He who bears gifts unto the Kings, true Leaders, he whom their everlasting blessings prosper, Moves with his chariot first in rank and wealthy, munificent and lauded in assemblies.
śucir apaḥ sūyavasā adabdha upa kṣeti vṛddhavayāḥ suvīraḥ | nakiṣ ṭaṃ ghnanty antito na dūrād ya ādityānām bhavati praṇītau ||
Pure, faithful, very strong, with heroes round him, he dwells beside the waters rich with pasture. None slays, from near at hand or from a distance, him who is under the Adityas' guidance.
adite mitra varuṇota mṛḷa yad vo vayaṃ cakṛmā kac cid āgaḥ | urv aśyām abhayaṃ jyotir indra mā no dīrghā abhi naśan tamisrāḥ ||
Aditi, Mitra, Varuna, forgive us however we have erred and sinned against you. May I obtain the broad light free from peril: O Indra, let not during darkness seize us.
For him the Twain united pour their fulness, the rain from heaven: he thrives most highly favoured. He goes to war mastering both the mansions: to him both portions of the world are gracious.
या वो माया अभिद्रुहे यजत्राः पाशा आदित्या रिपवे विचृत्ताः । अश्वीव तां अति येषं रथेनारिष्टा उराव् आ शर्मन् स्याम ॥
yā vo māyā abhidruhe yajatrāḥ pāśā ādityā ripave vicṛttāḥ | aśvīva tāṃ ati yeṣaṃ rathenāriṣṭā urāv ā śarman syāma ||
Your guiles, ye Holy Ones, to quell oppressors, your snares spread out against the foe, Adityas, May I car-borne pass like a skillful horseman: uninjured may we dwell in spacious shelter.
May not live, O Varuna, to witness my wealthy, liberal, dear friend's destitution. King, may never lack well-ordered riches. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.