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1. I TRIM like grass my song for the
Nasatyas and send their lauds forth as the wind drives rain-clouds,
Who, in a chariot rapid as an arrow, brought to the youthful
Vimada a consort.
2 Borne on by rapid steeds of mighty
pinion, or proudly trusting in the Gods' incitements.
That stallion ass of yours won, O Nasatyas, that thousand in
the race, in Yama's contest.
3 Yea, Asvins, as a dead man leaves his
riches, Tugra left Bhujyu in the cloud of waters.
Ye brought him back in animated vessels, traversing air,
unwetted by the billows.
4 Bhujyu ye bore with winged things,
Nasatyas, which for three nights, three days full swiftly travelled,
To the sea's farther shore, the strand of ocean, in three
cars, hundred-footed, with six horses.
5 Ye wrought that hero exploit in the ocean
which giveth no support, or hold or station,
What time ye carried Bhujyu to his dwelling, borne in a ship
with hundred oars, O Asvins.
6 The white horse which of old ye gave
Aghasva, Asvins, a gift to be his wealth for ever, -
Still to be praised is that your glorious present, still to
be famed is the braye horse of Pedu.
7 O Heroes, ye gave wisdom to Kaksivan who
sprang from Pajra's line, who sang your praises.
Ye poured forth from the hoof of your strong charger a
hundred jars of wine as from a strainer.
8 Ye warded off with cold the fire's fierce
burning; food very rich in nouripliment ye furnished.
Atri, cast downward in the cavern, Asvins ye brought, with
all his people, forth to comfort.
9 Ye lifted up the well, O ye Nasatyas, and
set the base on high to open downward.
Streams flowed for folk of Gotama who thirsted, like rain to
bring forth thousandfold abundance.
10 Ye from the old Cyavana, O Nasatyas,
stripped, as 'twere mail, the skin upon
his body,
Lengthened his life when all had left him helpless, Dasras!
and made him lord of youthful maidens.
11 Worthy of praise and worth the winning,
Heroes, is that your favouring succour O Nasatyas,
What time ye, knowing well his case, delivered Vandana trom
the pit like hidden treasure.
12 That mighty deed of yours, for gain, O
Heroes, as thunder heraldeth the rain, I publish,
When, by the horse's head, Atharvan's offspring Dadhyac made
known to you the Soma's sweetness.
13 In the great rite the wise dame called,
Nasatyas, you, Lords of many treasures, to assist her.
Ye heard the weakling's wife, as 'twere an order, and gave
to her a son Hiranyahasta.
14 Ye from the wolf's jaws, as ye stood
together, set free the quail, O Heroes, O Nasatyas.
Ye, Lords of many treasures, gave the poet his perfect
vision as he mourned his trouble.
15 When in the time of night, in Khela's
battle, a leg was severed like a wild bird's pinion,
Straight ye gave Vispali a leg of iron that she might move
what time the conflict opened.
16 His father robbed Rjrasva of his
eyesight who for the she-wolf slew a hundred wethers.
Ye gave him eyes, Nasatyas, Wonder-Workers, Physicians, that
he saw with sight uninjured.
17 The Daughter of the Sun your car
ascended, first reaching as it were the goal with coursers.
All Deities within their hearts assented, and ye, Nasatyas,
are close linked with glory.
18 When to his house ye came, to Divodasa,
hasting to Bharadvaja, O ye Asvins,
The car that came with you brought splendid riches: a
porpoise and a bull were yoked together.
19 Ye, bringing wealth with rule, and life
with offspring, life rich in noble heroes; O Nasatyas,
Accordant came with strength to Jahnu's children who offered
you thrice every day your portion.
20 Ye bore away at night by easy pathways
Jahusa compassed round on every quarter,
And, with your car that cleaves the toe asunder, Nasatyas
never decaying! rent the mountains.
21 One morn ye strengthened Vaga for the
battle, to gather spoils that might be told in thousands.
With Indra joined ye drove away misfortunes, yea foes of
Prthusravas, O ye mighty.
22 From the deep well ye raised on high the
water, so that Rcatka's son, Sara, should drink it;
And with your might, to help the weary Sayu, ye made the
barren cow yield milk, Nasatyas.
23 To Visvaka, Nasatyas! son of Krsna, the
righteous man who sought your aid and praised you,
Ye with your powers restored, like some lost creature, his
son Visnapu for his eyes to look on.
24 Asvins, ye raised, like Soma in a ladle
Rebha, who for ten days and ten nights, fettered.
Had lain in cruel bonds, immersed and wounded, suffering
sore affliction, in the waters.
25 1 have declared your wondrous deeds, O
Asvins: may this be mine, and many kine and heroes.
May I, enjoying lengthened life, still seeing, enter old age
as 'twere the house I live in.
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