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1. EAGER for spoil my flow of speech I
utter: may the Floods' Child accept my songs with favour.
Will not the rapid Son of Waters make them lovely, for he it
is who shall enjoy them?
2 To him let us address the song well-fashioned,
forth from the heart. Shall he not understand it'
The friendly Son of Waters by the greatness of Godhead hath
produced all things existing.
3 Some floods unite themselves and others
join them: die sounding rivers fill one common storehouse.
On every side the bright Floods have encompassed the bright
resplendent Offspring of the Waters.
4 The never-sullen waters, youthful
Maidens, carefully decking, wait on him the youthful.
He with bright rays shines forth in splendid beauty, unfed
with wood. in waters, oil-enveloped.
5 To him three Dames are oftering food to
feed him, Goddesses to the God whom none may injure.
Within the waters hath he pressed, as hollows, and drinks
their milk who now are first made mothers.
6 Here was the horse's birth; his was the
sunlight. Save thou our princes from the oppressor's onslaught.
Him, indestructible, dwelling at a distance in forts
unwrought lies and ill spirits reach not.
7 He, in whose mansion is the teeming
Milch-cow, swells the Gods' nectar and cats noble viands.
lle Son of Waters, gathering strength in waters, shines for
his worshipper to give him treasures.
8 He who in waters with his own pure
Godhead shines widely, law-abiding, everlasting -
The other worlds are verily his branches, and plants are
born of him with all their offspring.
9 The Waters' Son hath risen, and clothed
in lightning ascended up unto the curled cloud's bosom;
And bearing with them his supremest glory the Youthful Ones,
gold-coloured, move around him.
10 Golden in form is he, like gold to look
on, his colour is like gold, the Son of Waters.
When he is seated fresh from golden birthplace those who
present their gold give food to feed him.
11 This the fair name and this the lovely
aspect of him the Waters' Son increase in secret.
Whom here the youthful Maids together kindle, his food is
sacred oil of golden colour.
12 Him, nearest Friend of many, will we
worship with sacrifice. and reverence and oblation.
I make his back to shine, with chips provide him; t offer
food and with my songs exalt him.
13 The Bull hath laid his own life-germ Within
them. He sucks them as an infant, and they kiss him.
He, Son of Waters, of unfading colour, hadi entered here as
in another's body.
14 While here he dwelleth in sublimest
station, resplendent with the rays that never perish,
The Waters, bearing oil to feed their ofispring, flow,
Youthful Ones, in wanderings about him.
15 Agni, I gave good shelter to the people,
and to the princes goodly preparation.
Blessed is all that Gods regard with favour. Loud may we
speak, with heroes, in assembly.
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