प्रो स्य वह्निः पथ्याभिर् अस्यान् दिवो न वृष्टिः पवमानो अक्षाः । सहस्रधारो असदन् न्य् अस्मे मातुर् उपस्थे वन आ च सोमः ॥
pro sya vahniḥ pathyābhir asyān divo na vṛṣṭiḥ pavamāno akṣāḥ | sahasradhāro asadan ny asme mātur upasthe vana ā ca somaḥ ||
This Chariot-horse hath moved along the pathways, and Pavamana flowed like rain from heaven. With us hath Soma with a thousand currents sunk in the wood, upon his Mother's bosom.
King, he hath clothed him in the robe of rivers, mounted the straightest-going ship of Order. Sped by the Hawk the drop hath waxed in waters: the father drains it, drains the Father's offspring.
siṃhaṃ nasanta madhvo ayāsaṃ harim aruṣaṃ divo asya patim | śūro yutsu prathamaḥ pṛcchate gā asya cakṣasā pari pāty ukṣā ||
They come to him, red, tawny, Lord of Heaven, the watchful Guardian of the meath, the Lion. First, Hero in the fight, he seeks the cattle, and with his eye the Steer is our protector.
They harness to the broad-wheeled car the mighty Courser whose back bears meath, unwearied, awful. The twins, the sisters brighten him, and strengthen-these children of one dame the vigorous Racer.
catasra īṃ ghṛtaduhaḥ sacante samāne antar dharuṇe niṣattāḥ | tā īm arṣanti namasā punānās tā īṃ viśvataḥ pari ṣanti pūrvīḥ ||
Four pouring out the holy oil attend him, sitting together in the same container. To him they flow, when purified, with homage, and still, from every side, are first about him.
viṣṭambho divo dharuṇaḥ pṛthivyā viśvā uta kṣitayo haste asya | asat ta utso gṛṇate niyutvān madhvo aṃśuḥ pavata indriyāya ||
He is the buttress of the heavens, supporter of earth, and in his hand are all the people. Be the team's Lord a well to thee the singer: cleansed is the sweet plant's stalk for deed of glory.
Fighting, uninjured come where Gods are feasted; Soma, as Vitra-slayer flow for Indra. Vouchsafe us ample riches very splendid may we be masters of heroic vigour.