Forth from the bosom of the mountains, eager as two swift mares with loosened rein contending, Like two bright mother cows who lick their youngling, Vipas and Sutudri speed down their waters.
Impelled by Indra whom ye pray to urge you, ye move as 'twere on chariots to the ocean. Flowing together, swelling with your billows, O lucid Streams, each of you seeks the other.
I have attained the most maternal River, we have approached Vipas, the broad, the blessed. Licking as 'twere their calf the pair of Mothers flow onward to their common home together.
enā vayam payasā pinvamānā anu yoniṃ devakṛtaṃ carantīḥ | na vartave prasavaḥ sargataktaḥ kiṃyur vipro nadyo johavīti ||
We two who rise and swell with billowy waters move forward to the home which Gods have made us. Our flood may not be stayed when urged to motion. What would the singer, calling to the Rivers?
ramadhvam me vacase somyāya ṛtāvarīr upa muhūrtam evaiḥ | pra sindhum acchā bṛhatī manīṣāvasyur ahve kuśikasya sūnuḥ ||
Linger a little at my friendly bidding rest, Holy Ones, a moment in your journey. With hymn sublime soliciting your favour Kusika's son hath called unto the River.
Indra who wields the thunder dug our channels: he smote down Vrtra, him who stayed our currents. Savitar, God, the lovely-handed, led us, and at his sending forth we flow expanded.
pravācyaṃ śaśvadhā vīryaṃ tad indrasya karma yad ahiṃ vivṛścat | vi vajreṇa pariṣado jaghānāyann āpo 'yanam icchamānāḥ ||
That hero deed of Indra must be lauded for ever that he rent Ahi in pieces. He smote away the obstructers with his thunder, and eager for their course forth flowed the waters.
एतद् वचो जरितर् मापि मृष्ठा आ यत् ते घोषान् उत्तरा युगानि । उक्थेषु कारो प्रति नो जुषस्व मा नो नि कः पुरुषत्रा नमस् ते ॥
etad vaco jaritar māpi mṛṣṭhā ā yat te ghoṣān uttarā yugāni | uktheṣu kāro prati no juṣasva mā no ni kaḥ puruṣatrā namas te ||
Never forget this word of thine, O singer, which future generations shall reecho. In hymns, O bard, show us thy loving kindness. Humble us not mid men. To thee be honour!
o ṣu svasāraḥ kārave śṛṇota yayau vo dūrād anasā rathena | ni ṣū namadhvam bhavatā supārā adhoakṣāḥ sindhavaḥ srotyābhiḥ ||
List quickly, Sisters, to the bard who cometh to you from far away with car and wagon. Bow lowly down; be easy to be traversed stay, Rivers, with your floods below our axles.
आ ते कारो शृणवामा वचांसि ययाथ दूराद् अनसा रथेन । नि ते नंसै पीप्यानेव योषा मर्यायेव कन्या शश्वचै ते ॥
ā te kāro śṛṇavāmā vacāṃsi yayātha dūrād anasā rathena | ni te naṃsai pīpyāneva yoṣā maryāyeva kanyā śaśvacai te ||
Yea, we will listen to thy words, O singer. With wain and car from far away thou comest. Low, like a nursing mother, will I bend me, and yield me as a maiden to her lover.
yad aṅga tvā bharatāḥ saṃtareyur gavyan grāma iṣita indrajūtaḥ | arṣād aha prasavaḥ sargatakta ā vo vṛṇe sumatiṃ yajñiyānām ||
Soon as the Bharatas have fared across thee, the warrior band, urged on and sped by Indra, Then let your streams flow on in rapid motion. I crave your favour who deserve our worship.
अतारिषुर् भरता गव्यवः सम् अभक्त विप्रः सुमतिं नदीनाम् । प्र पिन्वध्वम् इषयन्तीः सुराधा आ वक्षणाः पृणध्वं यात शीभम् ॥
atāriṣur bharatā gavyavaḥ sam abhakta vipraḥ sumatiṃ nadīnām | pra pinvadhvam iṣayantīḥ surādhā ā vakṣaṇāḥ pṛṇadhvaṃ yāta śībham ||
The warrior host, the Bharatas, fared over the singer won the favour of the Rivers. Swell with your billows, hasting, pouring riches. Fill full your channels, and roll swiftly onward.