HYMN CLII. Mitra-Varuna.

1. THE robes which ye put on abound with fatness: uninterrupted courses are your counsels.

All falsehood, Mitra-Varuna! ye conquer, and closely cleave unto the Law Eternal.

2 This might of theirs hath no one comprehended. True is the crushing word the sage hath uttered,

The fearful four-edged bolt smites down the three-edged, and those who hate the Gods first fall and perish.

3 The Footless Maid precedeth footed creatures. Who marketh, Mitra-Varuna, this your doing?

The Babe Unborn supporteth this world's burthen, fuIfilleth Law and overcometh falsehood.

4 We look on him the darling of the Maidens, always advancing, never falling downward,

Wearing inseparable, wide-spread raiment, Mitra's and Varuna's delightful glory.

5 Unbridled Courser, horn but not of horses, neighing he flieth on with back uplifted.

The youthful love mystery thought-surpassing, praising in Mitra-Varuna, its glory.

6 May the milch-kine who favour Mamateya prosper in this world him who loves devotion.

May he, well skilled in rites, be food, and calling Aditi with his lips give us assistance.

7 Gods, Mitra-Varuna, with love and worship, let me make you delight in this oblation.

May our prayer be victorious in battles, may we have rain from heaven to make us prosper.