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1. THE guerdon
is bestowed: the Mighty takes his Seat, and, ever-Watchful, guards from fiend
and evil sprite.
Gold-hued, he makes the cloud
his diadem, the milk his carpet in both worlds, and prayer his robe of state.
2 Strong,
bellowing, he goes, like one who slays the folk; he lets this hue of Asuras
flow off from him,
Throws off his covering, seeks
his father's meeting-place, and thus makes for himself the bright robe he
assumes.
3 Onward he
flows, from both the hands, pressed out with stones: excited by the prayer, the
water makes him wild.
He frolics and draws near,
completes his work with song, and bathes in streams to satisfy the worshipper.
4 They pour
out meath around the Master of the house, Celestial Strengthener of the
mountain that gives might;
In whom, through his great
powers, oblation-eating cows in their uplifted udder mix their choicest milk.
5 They, the
ten sisters, on the lap of Aditi, have sent him forward like a car from both
the arms.
He wanders and comes near the
Cow's mysterious place, even the place which his inventions have produced.
6 Like as a
falcon to his home, so speeds the God to his own golden wisely-tashioned place
to rest.
With song they urge the darling
to the sacred grass: the Holy One goes like a courser to the Gods.
7 From far
away, from heaven, the redhued noted Sage, Steer of the triple height, hath
sung unto the kine.
With thousand guidings he,
leading this way and that, shines, as a singer, splendidly through many a morn.
8 His covering
assumes a radiant hue; where'er he comes into the fight he drives the foe afar.
The Winner of the Floods, with
food he seeks the host of heaven, he comes to praises glorified with milk.
9 Like a bull
roaming round the herds he bellows: he hath assumed the brilliancy of Surya.
Down to the earth hath looked
the heavenly Falcon: Soma with wisdom views all living creatures.
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