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1. THESE who wear
hair-knots on the right, the movers of holy thought, white-robed, have won me
over.
I warned the men, when from the
grass I raised me, Not from afar can my Vasisthas help you.
2 With soma
they brought Indra from a distance, Over Vaisanta, from the strong libation.
Indra preferred Vasisthas to
the Soma pressed by the son of Vayata, Pasadyumna.
3 So, verily,
with these he crossed the river, in company with these he slaughtered Bheda.
So in the fight with the Ten
Kings, Vasisthas! did Indra help Sudas through your devotions.
4 I gladly,
men I with prayer prayed by our fathers have fixed your axle: ye shall not be
injured:
Since, when ye sang aloud the
Sakvari verses, Vasisthas! ye invigorated Indra.
5 Like thirsty
men they looked to heaven, in battle with the Ten Kings, surrounded and
imploring.
Then Indra heard Vasistha as he
praised him, and gave the Trtsus ample room and freedom.
6 Like sticks and
staves wherewith they drive the cattle, Stripped bare, the Bharatas were found
defenceless:
Vasistha then became their
chief and leader: then widely. were the Trtsus' clans extended.
7 Three
fertilize the worlds with genial moisture: three noble Creatures cast a light
before them.
Three that give warmth to all
attend the morning. All these have they discovered, these Vasisthas.
8 Like the
Sun's growing glory is their splendour, and like the sea's is their unflathomed
greatness.
Their course is like the
wind's. Your laud, Vasisthas, can never be attained by any other.
9 They with
perceptions of the heart in secret resort to that which spreads a thousand
branches.
The Apsaras brought hither the
Vasisthas wearing the vesture spun for them by Yama.
10 A form of
lustre springing from the lightning wast thou, when Varuna and Mitra saw thee.
Tliy one and only birth was
then, Vasistha, when from thy stock Agastya brought thee hither.
11 Born of
their love for Urvasi, Vasistha thou, priest, art son of Varuna and Mitra;
And as a fallen drop, in
heavenly fervour, all the Gods laid thee on a lotus-blossorn.
12 He thinker,
knower both of earth and heaven, endowed with many a gift, bestowing thousands,
Destined to wear the vesture
spun by Yama, sprang from the Apsaras to life, Vasistha.
13 Born at the
sacrifice, urged by adorations, both with a common flow bedewed the pitcher.
Then from the midst thereof
there rose up Mana, and thence they say was born the sage Vasistha.
14 He brings
the bearer of the laud and Saman: first shall he speak bringing the stone for
pressing.
With grateful hearts in
reverence approach him: to you, O Pratrdas, Vasistha cometh.
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