उपेम् असृक्षि वाजयुर् वचस्यां चनो दधीत नाद्यो गिरो मे । अपां नपाद् आशुहेमा कुवित् स सुपेशसस् करति जोषिषद् धि ॥
upem asṛkṣi vājayur vacasyāṃ cano dadhīta nādyo giro me | apāṃ napād āśuhemā kuvit sa supeśasas karati joṣiṣad dhi ||
Eager for spoil my flow of speech I utter: may the Floods' Child accept my songs with favour. Will not the rapid Son of Waters make them lovely, for he it is who shall enjoy them?
To him let us address the song well-fashioned, forth from the heart. Shall he not understand it' The friendly Son of Waters by the greatness of Godhead hath produced all things existing.
sam anyā yanty upa yanty anyāḥ samānam ūrvaṃ nadyaḥ pṛṇanti | tam ū śuciṃ śucayo dīdivāṃsam apāṃ napātam pari tasthur āpaḥ ||
Some floods unite themselves and others join them: die sounding rivers fill one common storehouse. On every side the bright Floods have encompassed the bright resplendent Offspring of the Waters.
tam asmerā yuvatayo yuvānam marmṛjyamānāḥ pari yanty āpaḥ | sa śukrebhiḥ śikvabhī revad asme dīdāyānidhmo ghṛtanirṇig apsu ||
The never-sullen waters, youthful Maidens, carefully decking, wait on him the youthful. He with bright rays shines forth in splendid beauty, unfed with wood. in waters, oil-enveloped.
अस्मै तिस्रो अव्यथ्याय नारीर् देवाय देवीर् दिधिषन्त्य् अन्नम् । कृता इवोप हि प्रसर्स्रे अप्सु स पीयूषं धयति पूर्वसूनाम् ॥
asmai tisro avyathyāya nārīr devāya devīr didhiṣanty annam | kṛtā ivopa hi prasarsre apsu sa pīyūṣaṃ dhayati pūrvasūnām ||
To him three Dames are offering food to feed him, Goddesses to the God whom none may injure. Within the waters hath he pressed, as hollows, and drinks their milk who now are first made mothers.
aśvasyātra janimāsya ca svar druho riṣaḥ sampṛcaḥ pāhi sūrīn | āmāsu pūrṣu paro apramṛṣyaṃ nārātayo vi naśan nānṛtāni ||
Here was the horse's birth; his was the sunlight. Save thou our princes from the oppressor's onslaught. Him, indestructible, dwelling at a distance in forts unwrought lies and ill spirits reach not.
sva ā dame sudughā yasya dhenuḥ svadhām pīpāya subhv annam atti | so apāṃ napād ūrjayann apsv antar vasudeyāya vidhate vi bhāti ||
He, in whose mansion is the teeming Milch-cow, swells the Gods' nectar and cats noble viands. He Son of Waters, gathering strength in waters, shines for his worshipper to give him treasures.
यो अप्स्व् आ शुचिना दैव्येन ऋतावाजस्र उर्विया विभाति । वया इद् अन्या भुवनान्य् अस्य प्र जायन्ते वीरुधश् च प्रजाभिः ॥
yo apsv ā śucinā daivyena ṛtāvājasra urviyā vibhāti | vayā id anyā bhuvanāny asya pra jāyante vīrudhaś ca prajābhiḥ ||
He who in waters with his own pure Godhead shines widely, law-abiding, everlasting- The other worlds are verily his branches, and plants are born of him with all their offspring.
apāṃ napād ā hy asthād upasthaṃ jihmānām ūrdhvo vidyutaṃ vasānaḥ | tasya jyeṣṭham mahimānaṃ vahantīr hiraṇyavarṇāḥ pari yanti yahvīḥ ||
The Waters' Son hath risen, and clothed in lightning ascended up unto the curled cloud's bosom; And bearing with them his supremest glory the Youthful Ones, gold-coloured, move around him.
hiraṇyarūpaḥ sa hiraṇyasaṃdṛg apāṃ napāt sed u hiraṇyavarṇaḥ | hiraṇyayāt pari yoner niṣadyā hiraṇyadā dadaty annam asmai ||
Golden in form is he, like gold to look on, his colour is like gold, the Son of Waters. When he is seated fresh from golden birthplace those who present their gold give food to feed him.
tad asyānīkam uta cāru nāmāpīcyaṃ vardhate naptur apām | yam indhate yuvatayaḥ sam itthā hiraṇyavarṇaṃ ghṛtam annam asya ||
This the fair name and this the lovely aspect of him the Waters' Son increase in secret. Whom here the youthful Maids together kindle, his food is sacred oil of golden colour.
Him, nearest Friend of many, will we worship with sacrifice. and reverence and oblation. I make his back to shine, with chips provide him; to offer food and with my songs exalt him.
स ईं वृषाजनयत् तासु गर्भं स ईं शिशुर् धयति तं रिहन्ति । सो अपां नपाद् अनभिम्लातवर्णो ऽन्यस्येवेह तन्वा विवेष ॥
sa īṃ vṛṣājanayat tāsu garbhaṃ sa īṃ śiśur dhayati taṃ rihanti | so apāṃ napād anabhimlātavarṇo 'nyasyeveha tanvā viveṣa ||
The Bull hath laid his own life-germ Within them. He sucks them as an infant, and they kiss him. He, Son of Waters, of unfading colour, had entered here as in another's body.
While here he dwelleth in sublimest station, resplendent with the rays that never perish, The Waters, bearing oil to feed their offspring, flow, Youthful Ones, in wanderings about him.
ayāṃsam agne sukṣitiṃ janāyāyāṃsam u maghavadbhyaḥ suvṛktim | viśvaṃ tad bhadraṃ yad avanti devā bṛhad vadema vidathe suvīrāḥ ||
Agni, I gave good shelter to the people, and to the princes goodly preparation. Blessed is all that Gods regard with favour. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.