3 Both races, O Mighty One, of opposing foemen, O Hero, both the Arya and the Dasa, hast Thou struck down like woods with well-shot lightnings: Thou rentest them in fight, most manly Chieftain!

4 O Mighty One, befriend us with no scanty succour, prosper and aid us, Loved of all that liveth, when, fighting for the sunlight, we invoke Thee, O Hero, in the fray, in war's division.

5 Be ours, O Mighty One, now and for the future, be graciously inclined and near to help us. Thus may we, singing, sheltered by the Mighty, win many cattle on the day of trial.

HYMN XXXIV. The Mighty One.

1 Full many songs have met in Thee, O Mighty One, and many a noble thought from Thee proceedeth. Now and of old the eulogies of sages, their holy hymns and lauds, have yearned for the Mighty One.

2 He, praised of many, bold, invoked of many, alone is glorified at worship. Like a car harnessed for some great achievement, the Mighty One must be the cause of our rejoicing.

3 They make their way to the Mighty One and exalt Him, Him whom no prayers and no laudations trouble; for when a hundred or a thousand singers laud Him who loves the song their praise delights Him.

4 As brightness mingles with the Moon in heaven, the offering yearns to mix with the Mighty One. Like water brought to men in desert places, our gifts at worship have still refreshed Him.

5 To Him this mighty eulogy, to the Mighty One hath this our laud been uttered by the poets, that in the great encounter with the foemen, Loved of all life, the Mighty One may guard and help us.

HYMN XXXV. The Mighty One.

1 When shall our prayers rest in Thy car beside Thee? When dost Thou give the singer food for thousands? When wilt Thou clothe this poet's laud with plenty, and when wilt Thou enrich our hymns with booty?

2 When wilt Thou gather men with men, O Mighty One, heroes with heroes, and prevail in combat? Thou shalt win triply kine in frays for cattle, so, O Mighty One, give Thou us celestial glory.

3 Yea, when wilt Thou, O Mighty One, Thou Most Mighty, make the prayer all-sustaining for the singer? When wilt Thou yoke, as we yoke songs, Thy Horses, and come to offerings that bring wealth in cattle?

4 Grant to the Singer food with store of cattle, splendid with horses and the fame of riches. Send food to swell the milch-cow good at milking: bright be its shine among the Bharadvajas.

5 Lead otherwise this present foeman, Sakra! Hence art Thou praised as Hero, foe destroyer. Him who gives pure gifts may I praise unceasing. Sage, quicken the Angirases by devotion.

HYMN XXXVI. The Mighty One.

1 Thy raptures ever were for all men's profit: so evermore have been Thine earthly riches. Thou still hast been the dealer-forth of vigour, since among the powers Thou hast had power and divinity.

2 Men have obtained His strength by worship, and ever urged Him on to hero valour. For the rein-seizing, the impetuous Charger they furnished power even for Vrtra's slaughter.

3 Associate with Him, as teams of horses, help, manly might, and vigour follow the Mighty One. As rivers reach the sea, so, strong with praises, our holy songs reach Him the Comprehensive.

4 Lauded by us, let flow the spring, O Mighty One, of excellent and brightly-shining riches. For Thou art Lord of men, without an equal: of all the world Thou art the only Sovran.

5 Hear what Thou mayst hear, Thou who, fain for worship, as heaven girds earth, guardest Thy servant's treasure; that Thou mayst be our own, joying in power, famed through Thy might in every generation.

HYMN XXXVII. The Mighty One.

1 Let Thy Bay Horses, yoked, O mighty One, bring Thy car hither fraught with every blessing. For Thee, the Heavenly, even the poor invoketh: may we this day, Thy feast-companions, prosper.

2 Forth to the vat the brown drops flow for service, and purified proceed directly forward. May the Mighty One accept of this, our guest aforetime, Celestial King of the strong draught.

3 Bringing us hitherward all-potent Mighty One on well-wheeled chariot, may the Steeds who bear Him convey Him on the road direct to glory, and ne'er may Vayu's gift of immortality cease and fail Him.

4 Supreme, He stirs this man to give the guerdon, the Mighty One, most efficacious of the princes, wherewith, O Thunderer, Thou removest sorrow, and, Bold One! partest wealth among the nobles.

5 The Mighty One is He who gives enduring vigour: may our songs magnify the God Most Mighty. Best Vrtra-slayer be the Hero; the Mighty One gives these things as Prince, with strong endeavour.

HYMN XXXVIII. The Mighty One.

1 He hath accepted hence, Most Marvellous, and carried away our great and splendid call on the Mighty One. The Bounteous, when we serve the righteous, accepteth song yet more famous and the gifts we bring Him.

2 The speaker filleth with a cry to the Mighty One His ears who cometh nigh even from a distance. May this my call bring the Mighty One to my presence, this call composed in sacred verses.

3 Him have I sung with my best song and praises, the Mighty One of ancient birth and Everlasting. For prayer and songs in Him are concentrated: let laud wax mighty when addressed to the Mighty One.

4 The Mighty One, whom worship shall strengthen, and song and hymn, and praises and devotion, whom Dawns shall strengthen when the night departeth, the Mighty One whom days shall strengthen, months, and autumns.

5 Him, born for conquering might in full perfection, and waxen strong for bounty and for glory, Great, Powerful, will we today, O singer, invite to aid us and to quell our foemen.

HYMN XXXIX. The Mighty One.

1 Of this our charming, our celestial offering, eloquent, wise, Priest, with inspired devotion, of this Thy close attendant, hast Thou accepted. God, send the singer food with milk to grace it.

2 Craving the kine, rushing against the mountain led on by Law, with holy-minded comrades, He broke the never-broken ridge of Vala. With words of might the Mighty One subdued the Panis.

3 This Indu lighted darksome nights, O Mighty One, throughout the years, at morning and at evening. Him have they stablished as the days' bright ensign. He made the Mornings to be born in splendour.

4 He shone and caused to shine the worlds that shone not. By Law He lighted up the host of Mornings. He moves with Steeds yoked by eternal Order, contenting men with nave that finds the sunlight.

5 Now, praised, O Ancient King! fill Thou the singer with plenteous food that he may deal forth treasures. Give waters, herbs that have no poison, forests, and kine, and steeds, and men, to him who lauds Thee.

HYMN XL. The Mighty One.

1 Accept, O Mighty One; the offering is shed to make Thee joyful: loose Thy Bay Steeds and give Thy friends their freedom. Begin the song, seated in our assembly. Give strength for worship to him who singeth.

2 Accept of this whereof at birth, O Mighty One, Thou acceptedst, Mighty One for power and rapture. The men, the pressing-stones, the cows, the waters have made this offering ready for Thy acceptance.

3 The fire is kindled, the offering pressed, O Mighty One: let Thy Bays, best to draw, convey Thee hither. With mind devoted, O Mighty One, I invoke Thee. Come, for our great prosperity approach us.

4 Mighty One, come hither: evermore Thou comest through our great strong desire to give the offering. Listen and hear the prayers which now we offer, and let this worship increase Thy vigour.

5 Mayst Thou, O Mighty One, on the day of trial, present or absent, wheresoe'er Thou dwellest, thence, with Thy team, accordant with the Maruts, Song-lover! guard our worship, to help us.

HYMN XLI. The Mighty One.

1 Come gracious to our worship, O Mighty One: pressed drops are purified to please Thee. As cattle seek their home, so Thunder-wielder, come, Mighty One, first of those who claim our worship.

2 With that well-formed most wide-extending palate, wherewith Thou ever acceptest streams of sweetness, accept; the Adhvaryu standeth up before Thee: let Thy spoil-winning thunderbolt attend Thee.

3 This drop, steer-strong and omniform, hath been made ready for the Bull, for the Mighty One. Accept this, Lord of the Bays, Thou Strong Supporter, this that is Thine of old, Thy food for ever.

4 The pressed offering excels the unpressed, better, for one who knows, to give Him pleasure. Come to this worship of ours, O Victor; replenish all Thy powers with this offering.

5 We call on Thee, O Mighty One: come Thou hither: sufficient be the offering for Thy body. Rejoice Thee, Lord of a hundred powers! in the juices; guard us in wars, guard us among our people.

HYMN XLII. The Mighty One.

1 Bring gifts of worship to Him, Omniscient, for He longs to accept, the Wanderer who comes with speed, the Hero ever in the van.

2 With the offering go ye nigh to Him, chief acceptor of the offering's juice: with beakers to the Impetuous God, to the Mighty One with the drops effused.

3 What time, with the offering, with the juice effused, ye come before God, full wise He knows the hope of each, and, Bold One, strikes this foe and that.

4 To Him, Adhvaryu! yea, to Him give offerings of the juice expressed. Will He not keep us safely from the spiteful curse of each presumptuous high-born foe?

HYMN XLIII. The Mighty One.

1 In whose wild joy Thou madest once Sambara Divodasa's prey, this offering is pressed out for Thee, O Mighty One: accept!

2 Whose gladdening draught, shed from the points, Thou guardest in the midst and end, this offering is pressed out for Thee, O Mighty One: accept!

3 In whose wild joy Thou settest free the kine held fast within the rock, this offering is pressed out for Thee, O Mighty One: accept!

4 This, in whose juice delighting Thou gainest the might of the Bountiful One, this offering is pressed out for Thee, O Mighty One: accept!

HYMN XLIV. The Mighty One.

1 That which is wealthiest, Wealthy God in splendours most illustrious, the offering is pressed: Thy gladdening draught, O Mighty One! Lord of the offering, is this.

2 Effectual, Most Effectual One! Thine, as bestowing wealth of hymns, the offering is pressed: Thy gladdening draught, O Mighty One! Lord of the offering, is this.

3 Wherewith Thou art increased in strength, and conquerest with Thy proper aids, the offering is pressed: Thy gladdening draught, O Mighty One! Lord of the offering, is this.

4 Him for your sake I glorify as Lord of Strength who wrongeth none, the Hero, conquering all, Most Bounteous, God of all the tribes.

5 Heaven and Earth revere the power and might of Him, Him whom our songs increase in strength, the Lord of bounty swift to come.

6 To seat your Mighty One, I will spread abroad with power this song of praise. The saving succours that abide in Him, like songs, extend and grow.

7 A recent Friend, He found the skilful priest: He accepted, and showed forth treasure from the righteous. He conquered, borne by strong all-shaking mares, and was with far-spread power His friends' Protector.

8 In course of Law the sapient juice was offered: the powers to glory turned their mind. Winning through hymns a lofty title, He, the Lovely, made His beauteous form apparent.

9 Bestow on us the most illustrious strength; ward off men's manifold malignities. Give with Thy might abundant vital force, and aid us graciously in gaining riches.

10 We turn to Thee as Giver, liberal Mighty One. Lord of the Bay Steeds, be not Thou ungracious. No friend among mankind have we to look to: why have men called Thee Him who spurs the niggard?

11 Give us not up, Strong Hero! to the hungry: unharmed be we whom Thou, so rich, befriendest. Full many a boon hast Thou for men: demolish those who present no gifts nor pour offerings.

12 As the Mighty One thundering impels the rain-clouds, so doth He send us store of kine and horses. Thou art of old the Cherisher of singers: let not the rich who bring no gifts deceive Thee.

13 Adhvaryu, hero, bring to the Mighty One, for He is King thereof, the pressed-out juices; to Him exalted by the hymns and praises, ancient and modern, of the singing Seers.

14 In the wild joy of this hath the Mighty One, knowing full many a form, struck down resistless Vrtras. Proclaim aloud to Him the savoury offering so that the Hero, strong of jaw, may accept it.

15 May the Mighty One accept this offering poured to please Him, and cheered therewith slay Vrtra with His thunder. Come to our worship even from a distance, good lover of our songs, the bard's Supporter.

16 The cup whence the Mighty One accepts the draught is present: the gift dear to the Mighty One hath been offered, that it may cheer God to gracious favour, and keep far from us hatred and affliction.

17 Therewith enraptured, Hero, slay our foemen, the unfriendly, Bountiful One, be they kin or strangers, those who still aim their hostile darts to smite us, turn them to flight, O Mighty One, crush and kill them.

18 O Mighty and Bountiful One, in these our battles win easy paths for us and ample freedom. That we may gain waters and seed and offspring, set Thou our princes on Thy side, O Mighty One.

19 Let Thy Bay Stallions, harnessed, bring Thee hither, Steeds with strong chariot and strong reins to hold them,

Strong Horses, speeding hither, bearing thunder, well-harnessed, for the strong exciting potion.

20 Beside the vat, Strong God! stand Thy strong Horses, shining with holy oil, like waves exulting. They bring to Thee, the Strong and Mighty, the offering of juices shed by mighty press-stones.

21 Thou art the Bull of earth, the Bull of heaven, Bull of the rivers, Bull of standing waters. For Thee, the Strong, O Bull, hath the offering swollen, juice pleasant, sweet to drink, for Thine election.

22 This God, with might, when first He had His being, with the Mighty One for ally, held fast the Pani. He stole away the warlike weapons, and foiled the arts of his malignant father.

23 The Dawns He wedded to a glorious Consort, and set within the Sun the light that lights him. He found in heaven, in the third lucid regions, the threefold gift of immortality in its close concealment.

24 He stayed and held the heaven and earth asunder: the chariot with the sevenfold reins He harnessed. This provision He set with power within the milch-kine, a spring whose ripe contents ten fingers empty.

HYMN XLV. The Mighty One.

1 That Mighty One is our youthful Friend, who with His trusty guidance led Turvasa, Yadu from afar.

2 Even to the dull and uninspired the Mighty One gives vital power, and wins even with slow steed the offered prize.

3 Great are His ways of guiding us, and manifold are His eulogies: His kind protections never fail.

4 Friends, sing your psalm and offer praise to Him to whom the prayer is brought: for our great Providence is He.

5 Thou, Slaughterer of Vrtra, art Guardian and Friend of one and two, yea, of a man like one of us.

6 Beyond men's hate Thou leadest us, and givest cause to sing Thy praise: Good hero art Thou called by men.

7 I call with hymns, as it were a cow to milk, the Friend who merits praise, the Brahman who accepts the prayer.

8 Him in whose hands they say are stored all treasures from the days of old, the Hero, conquering in the fight.

9 Lord of Strength, Caster of the Stone, destroy the firm forts built by men, and foil their arts, unbending God!

10 Thee, Thee as such, O Lord of Power, O Mighty One, true, we, fain for glory, have invoked.

11 Such as Thou wast of old, and art now to be called on when the prize lies ready, listen to our call.

12 With hymns and coursers we will gain, O Mighty One, through Thee, both steeds and spoil most glorious, and the proffered prize.

13 Thou, Mighty One, Lover of the Song, whom men must stir to help, hast been great in the contest for the prize.

14 Slayer of foes, whatever aid of Thine imparts the swiftest course, with that impel our car to speed.

15 As skilfullest of those who drive the chariot, with our art and aim, O Conqueror, win the proffered prize.

16 Praise Him who, Matchless and Alone, was born the Lord of living men, Most active, with heroic soul.

17 Thou who hast been the singers' Friend, a Friend auspicious with Thine aid, as such, O Mighty One, favour us.

18 Grasp in Thine arms the thunderbolt, O Thunder-armed, to slay the fiends: mayst Thou subdue the foemen's host.

19 I call the ancient Friend, allied with wealth, who speeds the lowly man, Him to whom chiefly prayer is brought.

20 For He alone is Lord of all the treasures of the earth: He speeds hither, chief Lover of the Song.

21 So with Thy yoked teams satisfy our wish with power and wealth in steeds and cattle, boldly, Lord of kine!

22 Sing this, what time the juice is pressed, to Him your Hero, Much-invoked, to please Him as a mighty Steer.

23 He, Excellent, withholdeth not His gift of power and wealth in kine, when He hath listened to our songs.

24 May He with might unclose for us the cow's stall, whosesoe'er it be, to which the Dasyu-slayer goes.

25 O Lord of a hundred powers, these our songs have called aloud to Thee, like mother cows to meet their calves.

26 Hard is Thy love to win: Thou art a Steer to him who longs for steers: be to one craving steeds a Steed.

27 Delight Thee with the offering we pour for Thine own great munificence: yield not Thy singer to reproach.

28 These songs with every offering we pour come, Lover of the Song, to Thee, as milch-kine hasten to their young

29 to Thee most oft invoked, amid the many singers' rivalry who beg with all their might for wealth.

30 Nearest and most attractive may our laud, O Mighty One, come to Thee. Urge Thou us on to ample wealth.

31 Brbu hath set himself above the Panis, over their highest head, like the wide bush on Ganga's bank.

32 He whose good bounty, thousandfold, swift as the rushing of the wind, suddenly offers as a gift.