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1. WITHIN the waters runs the Moon, he with
the beauteous wings in heaven.
Ye lightnings with your golden wheels, men find not your
abiding-place. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
2 Surely men crave and gain their wish.
Close to her husband clings the wife.
And, in embraces intertwined, both give and take the bliss
of love. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
3 O never may that light , ye Gods, fall
from its station in the sky.
Ne'er fail us one like Soma sweet, the spring of our
felicity. Mark this my woe ye Earth and Heaven.
4 I ask the last of sacrifice. As envoy he
shall tell it forth.
Where is the ancient law divine? Who is its new diffuser
now? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
5 Ye Gods who yonder have your home in the
three lucid realms of heaven,
What count ye truth and what untruth? Where is mine ancient
call on you? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
6 What is your firm support of Law? What
Varuna's observant eye?
How may we pass the wicked on the path of mighty Aryaman?
Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
7 1 am the man who sang of old full many a
laud when Soma flowed.
Yet torturing cares consume me as the wolf assails the
thirsty deer. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
8 Like rival wives on every side enclosing
ribs oppress me sore.
O Satakratu, biting cares devour me, singer of thy praise,
as rats devour the weaver's threads. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
9 Where those seven rays are shining,
thence my home and family extend.
This Trta Aptya knoweth well, and speaketh out for
brotherhood. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
10 May those five Bulls which stand on high
full in the midst of mighty heaven,
Having together swiftly borne my praises to the Gods,
return. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
11 High in the mid ascent of heaven those
Birds of beauteous pinion sit.
Back from his path they drive the wolf as he would cross the
restless floods. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
12 Firm is this new-wrought hymn of praise,
and meet to be told forth, O Gods.
The flowing of the floods is Law, Truth is the Sun's
extended light. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
13 Worthy of laud, O Agni, is that kinship
which thou hast with Gods.
Here seat thee like a man: most wise, bring thou the Gods
for sacrifice. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
14 Here seated, man-like as a priest shall
wisest Agni to the Gods
Speed onward our oblations, God among the Gods, intelligent.
Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
15 Varuna makes the holy prayer. To him who
finds the path we pray.
He in the heart reveals his thought. Let sacred worship rise
anew. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
16 That pathway of the Sun in heaven, made
to be highly glorified,
Is not to be transgressed, O Gods. O mortals, ye behold it
not. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
17 Trta, when buried in the well, calls on
the Gods to succour him.
That call of his Brhaspati heard and released him from
distress. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
18 A ruddy wolf beheld me once, as I was
faring on my path.
He, like a carpenter whose back is aching crouched and slunk
away. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.
19 Through this our song may we, allied
with Indra, with all our heroes conquer in the battle.
This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi
and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.
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