क्व त्या वल्गू पुरुहूताद्य दूतो न स्तोमो ऽविदन् नमस्वान् । आ यो अर्वाङ् नासत्या ववर्त प्रेष्ठा ह्य् असथो अस्य मन्मन् ॥
kva tyā valgū puruhūtādya dūto na stomo 'vidan namasvān | ā yo arvāṅ nāsatyā vavarta preṣṭhā hy asatho asya manman ||
Where hath the hymn with reverence, like an envoy, found both fair Gods to-day, invoked of many- Hymn that hath brought the two Nasatyas hither? To this man's thought be ye, both Gods, most friendly.
aram me gantaṃ havanāyāsmai gṛṇānā yathā pibātho andhaḥ | pari ha tyad vartir yātho riṣo na yat paro nāntaras tuturyāt ||
Come readily to this mine invocation, lauded with songs, that ye may drink the juices. Compass this house to keep it from the foeman, that none may force it, either near or distant.
Juice in wide room hath been prepared to feast you: for you the grass is strewn, most soft to tread on. With lifted hands your servant hath adored you. Yearningfor you the press-stones shed the liquid.
ऊर्ध्वो वाम् अग्निर् अध्वरेष्व् अस्थात् प्र रातिर् एति जूर्णिनी घृताची । प्र होता गूर्तमना उराणो ऽयुक्त यो नासत्या हवीमन् ॥
ūrdhvo vām agnir adhvareṣv asthāt pra rātir eti jūrṇinī ghṛtācī | pra hotā gūrtamanā urāṇo 'yukta yo nāsatyā havīman ||
Agni uplifts him at your sacrifices: forth goes the oblation dropping oil and glowing. Up stands the grateful-minded priest, elected, appointed to invoke the two Nasatyas.
Lords of great wealth! for glory, Surya's Daughter mounted your car that brings a hundred succours. Famed for your magic arts were ye, magicians! amid the race of Gods, ye dancing Heroes!
Ye Twain, with these your glories fair to look on, brought, to win victory, rich gifts for Surya. After you flew your birds, marvels of beauty: dear to our hearts! the song, well lauded, reached you.
ā vāṃ vayo 'śvāso vahiṣṭhā abhi prayo nāsatyā vahantu | pra vāṃ ratho manojavā asarjīṣaḥ pṛkṣa iṣidho anu pūrvīḥ ||
May your winged coursers, best to draw. Nasatyas! convey you to the object of your wishes. Swift as the thought, your car hath been sent onward to food of many a sort and dainty viands.
पुरु हि वाम् पुरुभुजा देष्णं धेनुं न इषम् पिन्वतम् असक्राम् । स्तुतश् च वाम् माध्वी सुष्टुतिश् च रसाश् च ये वाम् अनु रातिम् अग्मन् ॥
puru hi vām purubhujā deṣṇaṃ dhenuṃ na iṣam pinvatam asakrām | stutaś ca vām mādhvī suṣṭutiś ca rasāś ca ye vām anu rātim agman ||
Lords of great wealth, manifold is your bounty: ye filled our cow with food that never faileth. Lovers of sweetness! yours are praise and singers, and poured libations which have sought your favour.
उत म ऋज्रे पुरयस्य रघ्वी सुमीळ्हे शतम् पेरुके च पक्वा । शाण्डो दाद् धिरणिनः स्मद्दिष्टीन् दश वशासो अभिषाच ऋष्वान् ॥
uta ma ṛjre purayasya raghvī sumīḷhe śatam peruke ca pakvā | śāṇḍo dād dhiraṇinaḥ smaddiṣṭīn daśa vaśāso abhiṣāca ṛṣvān ||
Mine were two mares of Puraya, brown, swift-footed; a hundred with Sumidha, food with Peruk Sanda gave ten gold-decked and well-trained horses, tame and obedient and of lofty stature.
Nasatyas! Purupanthas offered hundreds, thousands of steeds to him who sang your praises, Gave, Heroes! to the singer Bharadvaja. Ye-Wonder-Workers, let the fiends be slaughtered.