Strike every demon to the ground.

6 Tear down the mighty ones. O Mighty One, hear thou us. For heaven hath glowed like earth in fear, O Thunder-armed, as dreading fierce heat, Thunder-armed!

Most Mighty amid the mighty ones thou speedest with strong bolts of death,

Not slaying men, unconquered Hero with the brave, O Hero, with the thrice-seven brave.

7 The giver of gifts gains the home of wealth, giving his gift he conciliates hostilities, yea, the hostilities of men.

Giving, he strives, unchecked and strong, to win him riches thousandfold.

The Mighty gives lasting wealth to him who gives forth gifts, yea, wealth he gives that long shall last.

HYMN CXXXIV. The Wind.

1 O Wind, let fleet-foot coursers bring thee speedily to this our feast, to receive first of the gifts we pour, the first of our provision.

May our glad hymn, discerning well, uplifted, gratify thy mind.

Come with thy team-drawn car, O Wind, to the gift, come to the giver's gift.

2 May the joy-giving drops, O Wind, gladden thee, effectual, well prepared, directed to the heavens, strong and blent with milk and seeking heaven;

That aids, effectual to fulfil, may wait upon our skilful power.

Associate teams come hitherward to grant our prayers: they shall address the hymns we sing.

3 Two red steeds the Wind yokes, the Wind two purple steeds, swift-footed, to the chariot, to the pole to draw, most able, at the pole, to draw.

Wake up intelligence, as when a lover wakes his sleeping love.

Illumine heaven and earth, make thou the Dawns to shine, for glory make the Dawns to shine.

4 For thee the radiant Dawns in the far-distant sky broaden their lovely garments forth in wondrous beams, bright-coloured in their new-born beams.

For thee the nectar-yielding Cow pours all rich treasures forth as milk.

The host of the Maruts hast thou brought forth from the womb, the Maruts from the womb of heaven.

5 For thee the pure bright quickly-flowing drops, strong in their heightening power, hasten to mix themselves, hasten to the water to be mixed.

To thee the weary coward prays for luck that he may speed away.

Thou by thy law protectest us from every world, yea, from the world of highest angels.

6 Thou, O Wind, who hast none before thee, first of all hast right to receive these offerings, hast right to receive the gift outpoured,

Yea, poured by all invoking tribes who free themselves from taint of sin,

For thee all cows are milked to yield the milk, to yield the butter and the milk.

HYMN CXXXV. The Wind, the Wind and the Mighty.

1 Strewn is the sacred grass; come, O Wind, to our feast, with team of thousands, come, Lord of the harnessed team, with hundreds, Lord of harnessed steeds!

The drops are lifted up for thee, the first to receive them.

The juices rich in sweets have raised themselves for thy joy, have raised themselves to give thee strength.

2 Purified by the stones the juice flows for thee, clothed with its lovely splendours, to the reservoir, flows clad in its refulgent light.

For thee it is poured forth, thy portioned share amid angels and men.

Drive thou thy horses, O Wind, come to us with love, come well-inclined and loving us.

3 Come thou with hundreds, come with thousands in thy team to this our solemn rite, to taste the sacred food, O Wind, to taste the offerings.

This is thy seasonable share, that comes co-radiant with the Sun.

Brought by attendant priests pure juice is offered up, O Wind, pure juice is offered up.

4 The chariot with its team of horses bring you both, to guard us and to taste the well-appointed food, O Wind, to taste the offerings!

Take of the pleasant-flavoured juice; the first share is assigned to you.

O Wind, with your splendid bounty come ye both, O Mighty One, with bounty come ye both.

5 May our songs bring you hither to our solemn rites: these drops of mighty vigour have they beautified, like a swift steed of mighty strength.

Take of them, well-inclined to us, come hitherward to be our help.

Take of these juices pressed with stones, ye strength-givers, till they gladden you.

6 These juices pressed for you in waters here, borne by attendant priests, are offered up to you: bright, O Wind, are they offered up.

Swift through the strainer have they flowed, and here are shed for both of you,

Drops fain for you, over the wether's fleece, over the wether's fleece.

7 O Wind, pass thou over all the slumberers, and where the press-stone rings enter ye both that house, ye both within.

The joyous Maiden is beheld, the butter flows. With richly laden team come to our solemn rite, come ye to the rite.

8 Ride hither to the offering of the pleasant juice, the holy Fig-tree which victorious priests surround: victorious be they still for us.

At once the cows yield milk, the barley-meal is dressed. For thee, O Wind, never shall the cows grow thin, never for thee shall they be dry.

9 These Bulls of thine, O Wind, with the arm of strength, who swiftly fly within the current of thy stream, the Bulls increasing in their might,

Horseless, yet even through the waste swift-moving, whom no shout can stay,

Hard to be checked are they, like sunbeams, in their course, hard to be checked by both the hands.

HYMN CXXXVI. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 Bring adoration ample and most excellent, hymn, offerings, to the watchful Twain, the bountiful, your sweetest to the bounteous Ones.

Sovereigns adored with streams of oil and praised at every rite of devotion.

Their high imperial might may nowhere be assailed, ne'er may their Godhead be assailed.

2 For the broad Sun was seen a path more widely laid, the path of holy law hath been maintained with rays, the eye with the rays of the Giver of Fortune's light.

Firm-set in heaven is the home of the Friend, and of the Guardian of Covenants, and of the All-Seeing.

Thence they give forth great vital strength which merits praise, high power of life that men shall praise.

3 With the boundless One, the luminous, the celestial, upholder of the people, come ye day by day, ye who watch sleepless, day by day.

Resplendent might have ye obtained, ye attributes of God, Lords of liberal gifts.

Movers of men, mild both, are the Friend and the All-Seeing, mover of men is the Guardian of Covenants.

4 This gift be most sweet to the Friend and the All-Seeing: he in the festivals shall have a share thereof, sharing, a Mighty One, among the mighty ones.

May all the angels of one accord accept it joyfully to-day.

Therefore do ye, O Kings, accomplish what we ask, ye Righteous Ones, whate'er we ask.

5 Whoso with worship serves the Friend and the All-Seeing, him guard ye carefully, uninjured, from distress, guard from distress the liberal man.

The Guardian of Covenants guards him well who acts uprightly following his law,

Who beautifies their service with his lauds, who makes it beautiful with songs of praise.

6 Worship will I profess to the Lord of heaven, to Heaven and Earth, to the Friend and to the bounteous All-Seeing, the Bounteous, the Compassionate.

Praise the Mighty, praise the Radiant, praise the Giver of Fortune and the heavenly Guardian of Covenants.

Long may we live and have attendant progeny, have progeny with God's help.

7 With the angels' help, with the Mighty One still beside us, may we be held self-splendid with the Maruts.

May the Radiant, the Friend, the All-Seeing give us shelter; this may we gain, we and our wealthy princes.

HYMN CXXXVII. God the Friend and the All-Seeing.

1 With stones have we pressed out: O come; these gladdening drops are blent with milk, these drops which gladden you.

Come to us, Kings who reach to heaven, approach us, coming hitherward.

These milky drops are yours, O Friend and All-Seeing, bright juices blent with milk.

2 Here are the droppings; come ye nigh, the droppings blent with curd, juices expressed and blent with curd.

Now for the wakening of your Dawn together with the Sun's rays,

Juice waits for the Friend and the All-Seeing, fair juice for drink, for devotion.

3 As 'twere a radiant-coloured cow, they milk with stones the stalk for you, with stones they milk the plant.

May ye come nigh us, may ye turn hither to receive the gift.

The men pressed out this juice, O Friend and All-Seeing, pressed out this gift for you.

HYMN CXXXVIII. God the Nourisher.

1 Strong is the majesty of the Nourisher, lauded evermore, the glory of his lordly might is never faint, his song of praise is never faint.

Seeking felicity I laud him nigh to help, the source of bliss,

Who, Vigorous One, hath drawn to him the hearts of all, drawn them, the Vigorous One, the God.

2 Thee, then, O Nourisher, like a swift one on his way, I urge with lauds that thou mayst make the foemen flee, drive, camel-like, our foes afar.

As I, a man, call thee, God, giver of bliss, to be my Friend,

So make our loudly-chanted praises glorious, in battles make them glorious.

3 Thou, O Nourisher, in whose friendship they who sing forth praise enjoy advantage, even in wisdom, through thy grace, in wisdom even they are advanced.

So, after this most recent course, we come to thee with prayers for wealth.

Not stirred to anger, O Wide-Ruler, come to us, come thou to us in every fight.

4 Not stirred to anger, come, Free-giver, nigh to us, to take this gift of ours, thou who hast goats for steeds, Goat-borne! their gift who long for fame.

So, Wonder-Worker! may we turn thee hither with effectual lauds.

I slight thee not, O Resplendent One: thy friendship may not be despised.

HYMN CXXXIX. All the Powers of God.

1 Heard be our prayer! In thought I honour first the Radiant One: now straightway we choose this heavenly company.

The Mighty and the Wind we choose.

For when our latest thought is raised and on the Shining One centred well,

Then may our holy songs go forward on their way, our songs as 'twere unto the angels.

2 As there ye, Friend and All-Seeing, above the true have taken to yourselves the untrue with your mind, with wisdom's mental energy,

So in the seats wherein ye dwell have we beheld the Golden One,

Not with our thoughts or spirit, but with these our eyes, yea, with the eyes that gladness gives.

3 The pious call you with their hymns of praise, sounding their loud song forth to you, these living men, to their offerings, living men.

All glories and all nourishment, Lords of all wealth! depend on you.

The fellies of your golden chariot scatter drops, Mighty Ones! of your golden car.

4 Well is it known, O Mighty Ones: ye open heaven; for you the chariot-steeds are yoked for morning rites, unswerving steeds for morning rites.

We set you on the chariot-seat, ye Mighty, on the golden car.

Ye seek mid-air as by a path that leads aright, as by a path that leads direct.

5 O Rich in Strength, through your great power vouchsafe us blessings day and night.

The offerings which we bring to you shall never fail, gifts brought by us shall never fail.

6 These drops, strong Mighty One! are given for heroes, pressed out by pressing-stones, are welling forth for thee, for thee the drops are welling forth.

They shall make glad thy heart to give, to give wealth great and wonderful.

Thou who acceptest praise, come glorified by hymns, come thou to us benevolent.

7 Quickly hear us: magnified by us thou shalt speak for us to the Kings adorable, yea, to the Kings adorable:

When, O ye servants of God, ye gave that Milch-cow to the Angirases,

They milked her: the Guardian of Covenants, joined with them, did the work: he knoweth her as well as I.

8 Ne'er may these manly deeds of yours for us grow old, never may your bright glories fall into decay, never before our time decay.

What deed of yours, new every age, wondrous, surpassing man, rings forth,