|
1.
THE holy work I wrought before is wrought again: my sweetest hymn is sung to
celebrate your praise.
Here, O ye
Rbhus, is this sea for all the Gods: sate you with Soma offered with the
hallowing word.
2
When, seeking your enjoyment onward from afar, ye, certain of my kinsmen,
wandered on your way,
Sons of
Sudhanvan, after your long journeying, ye came unto the home of liberal
Savitar.
3
Savitar therefore gave you immortality, because ye came proclaiming him whom
naught can hide;
And this
the drinking-chalice of the Asura, which till that time was one, ye made to be
fourfold.
4
When they had served with zeal at sacrifice as priests, they, mortal as they
were, gained immortality.
The Rbhus,
children of Sudhanvan, bright as suns, were in a year's course made associate
with prayers.
5
The Rbhus, with a rod measured, as 'twere a field, the single sacrificial
chalice. wide of mouth,
Lauded of
all who saw, praying for what is best, desiring glorious fame among Immortal
Gods.
6
As oil in ladles, we through knowledge will present unto the Heroes of the
firmament our hymn, -
The Rbhus
who came near with this great Father's speed, and rose to heaven's high sphere
to cat the strengthening food.
7
Rbhu to us is Indra freshest in his might, Rbhu with powers and wealth is giver
of rich gifts.
Gods,
through your favour may we on the happy day quell the attacks of those who pour
no offerings forth.
8
Out of a skin, O Rbhus, once ye formed a cow, and brought the mother close unto
her calf again.
Sons of
Sudhanvan, Heroes, with surpassing skill ye made your aged Parents youthful as
before.
9
Help us with strength where spoil is won, O Indra: joined with the gbhus give
us varied bounty.
This prayer
of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.
|