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1. THEY from
the spouting drop have sounded at the rim: naves speed together to the place of
sacrifice.
That Asura hath formed, to
seize, three lofty heights. The ships of truth have borne the pious man across.
2 The strong
Steers, gathering, have duly stirred themselves,and over the stream's wave the
friends sent forth the song.
Engendering the hymn, with
flowing streams of meath, Indra's dear body have they caused to wax in
strength.
3 With
sanctifying gear they sit around the song: their ancient Father guards their
holy work from harm.
Varuna hath o'erspread the
mighty sea of air. Sages had power to hold him in sustaining floods.
4
Sweet-tongued, exhaustless, they have sent their voices down togetlier, in
heaven's vault that pours a thousand streams.
His wildly-restless warders
never close an eye: in every place are found the bonds that bind man last.
5 O'er Sire
and Mother they have roared in unison bright with the verse of praise, burning
up riteless men,
Blowing away with supernatural
might from earth and from the heavens the swarthy skin which Indra hates.
6 Those which,
as guides of song and counsellors of speed, were manifested from their ancient
dwelling place, -
From these the eyeless and the
deaf have turned aside: the wicked travel not the pathway of the Law.
7 What time
the filter with a thousand streams is stretched, the thoughtful sages purify
their song therein.
Bright-coloured are their
spies, vigorous, void of guile, excellent, fair to see, beholders of mankind.
8 Guardian of
Law, most wise, he may not be deceived: three Purifiers hath he set within his
heart.
With wisdom he beholds all
creatures that exist: he drives into the pit the hated riteliess ones.
9 The thread
of sacrifice spun in the cleansing sieve, on Varuna's tongue-tip, by
supernatural might, -
This, by their striving, have
the prudent ones attained: he who hath not this power shall sink into the pit.
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