को नु वाम् मित्रावरुणाव् ऋतायन् दिवो वा महः पार्थिवस्य वा दे । ऋतस्य वा सदसि त्रासीथां नो यज्ञायते वा पशुषो न वाजान् ॥
ko nu vām mitrāvaruṇāv ṛtāyan divo vā mahaḥ pārthivasya vā de | ṛtasya vā sadasi trāsīthāṃ no yajñāyate vā paśuṣo na vājān ||
Who, Mitra-Varuna, is your pious servant to give you gifts from earth or mighty heaven? Preserve us in the seat of holy Order, and give the offerer power that winneth cattle.
ते नो मित्रो वरुणो अर्यमायुर् इन्द्र ऋभुक्षा मरुतो जुषन्त । नमोभिर् वा ये दधते सुवृक्तिं स्तोमं रुद्राय मीळ्हुषे सजोषाः ॥
te no mitro varuṇo aryamāyur indra ṛbhukṣā maruto juṣanta | namobhir vā ye dadhate suvṛktiṃ stomaṃ rudrāya mīḷhuṣe sajoṣāḥ ||
May Mitra, Varuna, Aryaman, and Ayu, Indra Rbhuksan, and the Maruts, love us, And they who of one mind with bounteous Rudra accept the hymn and laud with adorations.
You will I call to feed the car-horse, Asvins, with the wind's flight swiftest of those who travel: Or also to the Asura of heaven, Worshipful, bring a hymn as 'twere libation.
pra sakṣaṇo divyaḥ kaṇvahotā trito divaḥ sajoṣā vāto agniḥ | pūṣā bhagaḥ prabhṛthe viśvabhojā ājiṃ na jagmur āśvaśvatamāḥ ||
The heavenly Victor, he whose priest is Kanva, Trta with Dyaus accordant, Vata, Agni, All-feeding Pusan, Bhaga sought the oblation, as they whose steeds are fleetest seek the contest.
प्र वो रयिं युक्ताश्वम् भरध्वं राय एषे ऽवसे दधीत धीः । सुशेव एवैर् औशिजस्य होता ये व एवा मरुतस् तुराणाम् ॥
pra vo rayiṃ yuktāśvam bharadhvaṃ rāya eṣe 'vase dadhīta dhīḥ | suśeva evair auśijasya hotā ye va evā marutas turāṇām ||
Bring ye your riches forward borne on horses: let thought be framed for help and gain of treasure. Blest he the priest of Ausija through courses, the courses which are yours the fleet, O Maruts.
pra vo vāyuṃ rathayujaṃ kṛṇudhvam pra devaṃ vipram panitāram arkaiḥ | iṣudhyava ṛtasāpaḥ purandhīr vasvīr no atra patnīr ā dhiye dhuḥ ||
Bring hither him who yokes the car, your Vayu, who praises with his songs, the God and Singer; And, praying and devout, noble and prudent, may the Gods' Spouses in their thoughts retain us.
उप व एषे वन्द्येभिः शूषैः प्र यह्वी दिवश् चितयद्भिर् अर्कैः । उषासानक्ता विदुषीव विश्वम् आ हा वहतो मर्त्याय यज्ञम् ॥
upa va eṣe vandyebhiḥ śūṣaiḥ pra yahvī divaś citayadbhir arkaiḥ | uṣāsānaktā viduṣīva viśvam ā hā vahato martyāya yajñam ||
I speed to you with powers that should be honoured, with songs distinguishing Heaven's mighty Daughters, Morning and Night, the Two, as 'twere all-knowing: these bring the sacrifice unto the mortal.
You I extol, the nourishers of heroes bringing you gifts, Vastospati and Tvastar- Rich Dhisana accords through our obeisance - andTrees and Plants, for the swift gain of riches.
तुजे नस् तने पर्वताः सन्तु स्वैतवो ये वसवो न वीराः । पनित आप्त्यो यजतः सदा नो वर्धान् नः शंसं नर्यो अभिष्टौ ॥
tuje nas tane parvatāḥ santu svaitavo ye vasavo na vīrāḥ | panita āptyo yajataḥ sadā no vardhān naḥ śaṃsaṃ naryo abhiṣṭau ||
Ours be the Parvatas, even they, for offspring, free-moving, who are Heroes like the Vasus. May holy Aptya, Friend of man, exalted, strengthen our word for ever and be near us.
वृष्णो अस्तोषि भूम्यस्य गर्भं त्रितो नपातम् अपां सुवृक्ति । गृणीते अग्निर् एतरी न शूषैः शोचिष्केशो नि रिणाति वना ॥
vṛṣṇo astoṣi bhūmyasya garbhaṃ trito napātam apāṃ suvṛkti | gṛṇīte agnir etarī na śūṣaiḥ śociṣkeśo ni riṇāti vanā ||
Trta praised him, germ of the earthly hero, with pure songs him the Offspring of the Waters. Agn; with might neighs loudly like a charger: he of the flaming hair destroys the forests.
कथा महे रुद्रियाय ब्रवाम कद् राये चिकितुषे भगाय । आप ओषधीर् उत नो ऽवन्तु द्यौर् वना गिरयो वृक्षकेशाः ॥
kathā mahe rudriyāya bravāma kad rāye cikituṣe bhagāya | āpa oṣadhīr uta no 'vantu dyaur vanā girayo vṛkṣakeśāḥ ||
How shall we speak to the great might of Rudra? How speak to Bhaga who takes thought for riches? May Plants, the Waters, and the Sky preserve us, and Woods and Mountains with their trees for tresses.
शृणोतु न ऊर्जाम् पतिर् गिरः स नभस् तरीयां इषिरः परिज्मा । शृण्वन्त्व् आपः पुरो न शुभ्राः परि स्रुचो बबृहाणस्याद्रेः ॥
śṛṇotu na ūrjām patir giraḥ sa nabhas tarīyāṃ iṣiraḥ parijmā | śṛṇvantv āpaḥ puro na śubhrāḥ pari sruco babṛhāṇasyādreḥ ||
May the swift Wanderer, Lord of refreshments listen to our songs, who speeds throuih cloudy heaven: And may the Waters, bright like castles, hear us, as they flow onward from the cloven mountain.
vidā cin nu mahānto ye va evā bravāma dasmā vāryaṃ dadhānāḥ | vayaś cana subhva āva yanti kṣubhā martam anuyataṃ vadhasnaiḥ ||
We know your ways, ye Mighty Ones receiving choice meed, ye Wonderful, we will proclaim it. Even strong birds descend not to the mortal who strives to reach them with swift blow and weapons.
Celestial and terrestrial generations, and Waters will I summon to the feasting. May days with bright dawns cause my songs to prosper, and may the conquered streams increase their waters.
पदे-पदे मे जरिमा नि धायि वरूत्री वा शक्रा या पायुभिश् च । सिषक्तु माता मही रसा नः स्मत् सूरिभिर् ऋजुहस्त ऋजुवनिः ॥
pade-pade me jarimā ni dhāyi varūtrī vā śakrā yā pāyubhiś ca | siṣaktu mātā mahī rasā naḥ smat sūribhir ṛjuhasta ṛjuvaniḥ ||
Duly to each one hath my laud been offered. Strong be Varutri with her powers to succour. May the great Mother Rasa here befriend us, straight-handed, with the princes, striving forward.
How may we serve the Liberal Ones with worship, the Maruts swift of course in invocation, the Maruts far-renowned in invocation? Let not the Dragon of the Deep annoy us, and gladly may he welcome our addresses.
इति चिन् नु प्रजायै पशुमत्यै देवासो वनते मर्त्यो व आ देवासो वनते मर्त्यो वः । अत्रा शिवां तन्वो धासिम् अस्या जरां चिन् मे निरृतिर् जग्रसीत ॥
iti cin nu prajāyai paśumatyai devāso vanate martyo va ā devāso vanate martyo vaḥ | atrā śivāṃ tanvo dhāsim asyā jarāṃ cin me nirṛtir jagrasīta ||
Thus thinking, O ye Gods, the mortal wins you to give him increase of his herds of cattle: the mortal wins him, O ye Gods, your favour. Here he wins wholesome food to feed this body: as for mine old age, Nirrti consume it
O Gods, may we obtain from you this favour, strengthening food through the Cow's praise, ye Vasus. May she who gives good gifts, the gracious Goddes. s, come speeding nigh to us for our well-being.
May Ila, Mother of the herds of cattle, and Urvasi with all the streams accept us; May Urvasi in lofty heaven accepting, as she partakes the oblation of the living,