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1. THE Season was the parent, and when born
therefrom it entered rapidly the floods wherein it grows.
Thence was it full of sap, streaming with milky juice: the
milk of the plant's stalk is chief and meet for lauds.
2 They come trooping together bearing milk
to him, and bring him sustenance who gives support to all.
The way is common for the downward streams to flow. Thou who
didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.
3 One priest announces what the institutor
gives: one, altering the forms, zealously plies his task,
The third corrects the imperfections left by each. Thou who
didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.
4 Dealing out food unto their people there
they sit, like wealth to him who comes, more than the back can bear.
Greedily with his teeth he eats the master's food. Thou who
didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.
5 Thou hast created earth to look upon the
sky: thou, slaying Ahi, settest free the river's paths.
Thee, such, a God, the Gods have quickened with their lauds,
even as a steed with waters: meet for praise art thou.
6 Thou givest increase, thou dealest to us
our food: thou milkest from the moist the dry, the rich in sweets.
Thou by the worshipper layest thy precious store: thou art
sole Lord of all. Meet for our praise art thou.
7 Thou who hast spread abroad the streams
by stablished law, and in the field the plants that blossom and bear seed;
Thou who hast made the matchless lightnings of the
sky,-vast, compassing vast realms, meet for our praise art thou.
8 Who broughtest Narmara with all his
wealth, for sake of food, to slay him that the fiends might be destroyed,
Broughtest the face unclouded of the strengthening one,
performing much even now, worthy art thou of praise.
9 Thou boundest up the Dasa's hundred
friends and ten, when, at one's hearing, thou belpest thy worshipper.
Thou for Dabhiti boundest Dasyus not with cords; Thou wast a
mighty help. Worthy of lauds art thou.
10 All banks of rivers yielded to his manly
might; to him they gave, to him, the Strong, gave up their wealth.
The six directions hast thou fixed, a five-fold view: thy
victories reached afar. Worthy of lauds art thou.
11 Meet for high praise, O Hero, is thy
power, that with thy single wisdom thou obtainest wealth,
The life-support of conquering Jatusthira. Indra, for all
thy deeds, worthy of lauds art thou.
12 Thou for Turviti heldest still the
flowing floods, the river-stream for Vayya easily to pass
Didst raise the outcast from the depths, and gavest fame
unto the halt and blind. Worthy of lauds art thou.
13 Prepare thyself to grant us that great
bounty, O Vasu, for abundant is thy treasure.
Snatch up the wonderful, O Indra, daily. Loud may we speak,
with heroes, in assembly.
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