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1. YEA, specially that mortal man hath
toiled for service of the Gods,
Who quickly hath brought near Mitra and Varuna. to share his
sacrificial gifts.
2 Supreme in sovran power, far-sighted,
Chiefs and Kings, most swift to hear from far away,
Both, wondrously, set them in motion as with arms, in
company with Surya's beams.
3 The rapid messenger who runs before you,
Mitra-Varuna, with iron head, swift to the draught,
4 He whom no man may question, none may
summon back, who stands not still for colloquy, -
From hostile clash with him keep ye us safe this day: keep
us in safety with your arms.
5 To Aryaman and Mitra sing a reverent
song, O pious one,
A pleasant hymn that shall protect to Varuna: sing forth a
laud unto the Kings.
6 The true, Red Treasure they have sent,
one only Son born of the Three.
They, the Immortal Ones, never deceived, survey the families
of mortal men.
7 My songs are lifted up, and acts most
splendid are to be performed.
Come hither, ye Nasatyas, with accordant mind, to meet and
to enjoy my gifts.
8 Lords of great wealth, when we invoke
your bounty which no demon checks,
Both of you, furthering our eastward-offcred praise, come,
Chiefs whom Jamadagni lauds!
9 Come, Vayu, drawn by fair hymns, to our
sacrifice that reaches heaven.
Poured on the middle of the strainingcloth, and cooked, this
bright drink hath been offered ilice.
10 He comes by straightest paths, as
ministering Priest, to taste the sacrificial gifts.
Then, Lord of harnessed teams I drink of the twofold
draught, bright Soma mingled with the milk.
11 Verily, Surya, thou art great; truly,
Aditya, thou art great.
As thou art great indeed, thy greatness is admired: yea,
verily, thou, God, art great.
12 Yea, Surya, thou art great in fame thou evermore,
O God, art great.
Thou by thy greatness art the Gods' High Priest, divine,
far-spread unconquerable light.
13 She yonder, bending lowly down, clothed
in red hues and rich in rays,
Is seen, advancing as it were with various tints, amid the
ten surrounding arms.
14 Past and gone are three mortal
generations: the fourth and last into the Sun hath entered.
He mid the worlds his lofty place hath taken. Into green
plants is gone the Purifying.
15 The Rudras' Mother, Daughter of the
Vasus, centre of nectar, the Adityas' Sister -
To folk who understand will 1 proclaim it-injure not Aditi,
the Cow, the sinless.
16 Weak-minded men have as a cow adopted me
who came hither from the Gods, a Goddess,
Who, skilled in eloquence, her voice uplifteth, who standeth
near at hand with all devotions.
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