HYMN LXIV. Dawn.

1 The radiant Dawns have risen up for glory, in their white splendour like the waves of waters. She maketh paths all easy, fair to travel, and, rich, hath shown herself benign and friendly.

2 We see that thou art good: far shines thy lustre; thy beams, thy splendours have flown up to heaven. Decking thyself, thou makest bare thy bosom, shining in majesty, thou Morning.

3 Red are the kine and luminous that bear her, the Blessed One who spreadeth through the distance. The foes she chaseth like a valiant archer, like a swift warrior she repelleth darkness.

4 Thy ways are easy on the hills: thou passest invincible! self-luminous! through waters. So lofty Dawn with thine ample pathway, Daughter of Heaven, bring wealth to give us comfort.

5 Dawn, bring me wealth: untroubled, with thine oxen thou bearest riches at thy will and pleasure; thou who, a sign of God, Child of Heaven, hast shown thee lovely through bounty when we called thee early.

6 As the birds fly forth from their resting-places, so men with store of food rise at thy dawning. Yea, to the liberal mortal who remaineth at home, O Dawn, much good thou bringest.

HYMN LXV. Dawn.

1 Shedding her light on human habitations this Child of Heaven hath called us from our slumber; she who at night-time with her argent lustre hath shown herself even through the shades of darkness.

2 All this with red-rayed steeds have they divided: the Dawns on bright cars shine in wondrous fashion. They, bringing near the stately rite's commencement, drive far away the night's surrounding shadows.

3 Dawns, bringing hither, to the man who worships, glory and power and might and food and vigour, opulent, with imperial sway like heroes, favour your servant and this day enrich him.

4 Now is there treasure for the man who serves you, now for the hero, Dawns! who brings offering; now for the singer when he sings the praise-song. Even to one like me ye brought aforetime.

5 O Dawn who standest on the mountain ridges, Angirases now praise thy stalls of cattle. With prayer and holy hymn they burst them open: the heroes' calling on God was fruitful.

6 Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven, on him, rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvaja. Give to the singer wealth with noble heroes, and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.

HYMN LXVI. The Maruts.

1 Even to the wise let that be still a wonder to which the general name of Cow is given. The one hath swelled among mankind for milking: Prsni hath drained but once her fair bright udder.

2 They who like kindled flames of fire are glowing, the Maruts, twice and thrice have waxen mighty. Golden and dustless were their cars, invested with their great strength and their heroic vigour.

3 They who are servants of God the Healer, the rain-pouring, whom the long-lasting One had power to foster: the Mighty Ones, known for man's advantage.

4 They shrink not from the birth; in this same manner still resting there they purge away reproaches. When they have streamed forth, brilliant, at their pleasure, with their own splendour they bedew their bodies.

5 Even those who bear the brave bold name of Maruts, whom not the active quickly wins for milking. Even the liberal wards not off those fierce ones, those who are light and agile in their greatness.

6 When, strong in strength and armed with potent weapons, they had united well-formed earth and heaven, Rodasi stood among these furious Heroes like splendour shining with her native brightness.

7 No team of goats shall draw your car, O Maruts, no horse, no charioteer be he who drives it. Halting not, reinless, through the air it travels, speeding alone its paths through earth and heaven.

8 None may obstruct, none overtake, O Maruts, him whom ye succour in the strife of battle for sons and progeny, for kine and waters: he bursts the cow-stall on the day of trial.

9 Bring a bright hymn to praise the band of Maruts, the Singers, rapid, strong in native vigour, who conquer mighty strength with strength more mighty: earth shakes in terror at their wars, O God.

10 Bright like the flashing flames of fires, like tongues of fire impetuous in their onset, chanting their psalm, singing aloud, like heroes, splendid from birth, invincible, the Maruts.

11 That swelling band I call with invocation, the servants of God the Healer, armed with glittering lances. Pure hymns are meet for that celestial army: like floods and mountains have the Strong Ones battled.

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

1 Now the Friend and the All-Seeing shall be exalted high by your songs, noblest of all existing; they who, as it were with reins are best Controllers, unequalled with their arms to check the people.

2 To you Two is this my thought extended, turned to the sacred grass with loving homage. Give us, O Friend and All-Seeing, a dwelling safe from attack, which ye shall guard, Boon-Givers!

3 Come hither, Friend and All-Seeing, invited with eulogies and loving adoration, ye who with your might, as Work-Controllers, urge even men who quickly hear to labour.

4 Whom, of pure origin, like two strong horses, Mighty at your birth, came as terrors to the mortal foeman.

5 As all the powers in their great joy and gladness gave you with one accord your high dominion, as ye surround both worlds, though wide and spacious, your spies are ever true and never bewildered.

6 So, through the days maintaining princely power, ye prop the height as it were from loftiest heaven. The Star of all the righteous, established, filleth the heaven and earth with food of man who liveth.

8 So with your tongue come ever, when your envoy, faithful and very wise, attends our worship. Nourished by holy oil! he shares your glory: annihilate the worshipper's trouble.

9 When, Friend and All-Seeing, they strive against you and break the friendly laws ye have established, they, neither angels nor men in estimation, like Api's sons have godless worship.

10 When singers in their song uplift their voices, some chant the Nivid texts with steady purpose. Then may we sing you lauds that shall be fruitful: do ye not rival all in greatness?

11 O Friend and All-Seeing, may your large bounty come to us hither, near to this our dwelling, when the kine haste to us, and when they harness the fleet-foot mettled stallion for the battle.

HYMN LXVIII. God the Mighty and the All-Seeing.

1 His honouring rite whose grass is trimmed is offered swiftly to you, in Manu's wise, accordant, the rite which the Mighty and the All-Seeing shall carry this day to high success and glorious issue.

2 For at the worship of the righteous they are best through vigour; they have become the strongest of the Heroes; with mighty strength, most liberal of the Princes, Chiefs of the host, by Law made Vrtra's slayers.

3 Praise those Twain for powers that merit honour, the Mighty and the All-Seeing, for bliss, the joyous. One with His might and thunderbolt slays Vrtra; the other as a Sage stands near in troubles.

4 Though dames and men have waxen strong and mighty, and all the powers self-praised among the Heroes, ye, Mighty and All-Seeing, have in might surpassed them, and thus were ye spread wide, O Earth and Heaven.

5 Righteous is he, and liberal and helpful who, Mighty and All-Seeing, brings you gifts with gladness. That bounteous man through food shall conquer foemen, and win him opulence and wealthy people.

6 May wealth which ye bestow in food and treasure on him who brings you gifts and worships, wealth, O Powers! which breaks the curse of those who vex us, be, Mighty and All-Seeing, even our own possession.

7 So also, Mighty and All-Seeing, may our princes have riches swift to save, with the righteous to guard them, they whose great might gives victory in battles, and their triumphant glory spreads with swiftness.

8 Mighty and All-Seeing, whom we are lauding, mingle ye wealth with our heroic glory. May we, who praise the strength of what is mighty, pass dangers, as with boats we cross the waters.

9 Now will I sing a dear and far-extending hymn to God the All-Seeing, sublime, imperial Lord, who, mighty Governor, Eternal, as with flame, illumines both wide worlds with majesty and power.

10 True to Law, Mighty and All-Seeing, accepters of the offering, accept this offering which shall give you rapturous joy: your chariot cometh to the banquet of the righteous, to worship, as it were home, that ye may accept.

11 Mighty and All-Seeing, accept your fill, ye Heroes, of this invigorating sweetest offering. This juice is shed by us that ye may accept it: on this trimmed grass be seated, and rejoice you.

HYMN LXIX. God the Mighty and the All-Pervading.

1 The Mighty and the All-Pervading, at my task's completion I urge you on with food and sacred service. Accept the worship and grant us riches, leading us on by unobstructed pathways.

2 Ye who inspire all hymns, Mighty and All-Pervading, ye vessels who contain the offering's juices, may hymns of praise that now are sung address you, the lauds that are recited by the singers.

3 Lords of joy-giving draughts, Mighty and All-Pervading, come, giving gifts of treasure, to the offering. With brilliant rays of hymns let chanted praises, repeated with the lauds, adorn and deck you.

4 May your foe-conquering horses bring you hither, Mighty and All-Pervading, sharers of the banquet. Of all our hymns accept the invocations; list to my prayers and hear the songs I sing you.

5 This your deed, Mighty and All-Pervading, must be lauded: widely ye strode in the wild joy of the offering. Ye made the firmament of larger compass, and made the regions broad for our existence.

6 Strengthened with sacred offerings, Mighty and All-Pervading, first eaters, served with worship and oblation, fed with the holy oil, vouchsafe us riches; ye are the lake, the vat that holds the offering.

7 Accept of this sweetness, O Mighty One, thou, and the All-Pervading; accept your fill, Wonder-Workers. The sweet exhilarating juice hath reached you. Hear ye my prayers, give ear unto my calling.

8 Ye Twain have conquered, ne'er have ye been conquered: never hath either of the Twain been vanquished. Ye, Mighty and All-Pervading, when ye fought the battle, produced this infinite with three divisions.

HYMN LXX. Heaven and Earth.

1 Filled full of fatness, compassing all things that be, wide, spacious, dropping sweetness, beautiful in their form, the Heaven and the Earth by the decree of the All-Seeing, unwasting, rich in germs, stand parted each from each.

2 The Everlasting Pair, with full streams, rich in milk, in their pure rule pour fatness for the pious man. Ye who are Regents of this world, O Earth and Heaven, pour into us the genial flow that prospers men.

3 Whoso, for righteous life, pours offerings for God's sake, O Heaven and Earth, ye Hemispheres, that man succeeds. He in his offspring lives on and spreads by Law: from you flow things diverse in form, but ruled alike.

4 Enclosed in fatness, Heaven and Earth are bright therewith: they mingle with the fatness which they still increase. Wide, broad, set foremost at election of the priest, to them the singers pray for bliss to further them.

5 May Heaven and Earth pour down the balmy rain for us, balm-dropping, yielding balm, with balm upon your path, bestowing by God's decree worship and wealth, great fame and strength for us and good heroic might.

6 May Heaven and Earth make food swell plenteously for us, wondrous in their works. Pouring out bounties, may, in union, both the Worlds, all beneficial, send us gain, and power, and wealth.

HYMN LXXI. God the Light-giver.

1 Full of effectual wisdom God the Light-giver hath stretched out golden arms that He may bring forth life. Young and most skilful, while He holds the region up, the Warrior sprinkles fatness over both His hands.

2 May we enjoy the noblest vivifying force of God the Light-giver, that He may give us wealth: for Thou art mighty to produce and lull to rest the world of life that moves on two feet and on four.

3 Protect our habitation, O Light-giver, this day, with guardian aids around, auspicious, firm and true. God of the golden tongue, keep us for newest bliss: let not the evil-wisher have us in his power.

4 This God the Light-giver, the golden-handed, Friend of the home, hath risen to meet the twilight. With cheeks of brass, with pleasant tongue, the Holy, He sends the worshipper rich gifts in plenty.

5 Like a Director, the Light-giver hath extended His golden arms, exceeding fair to look on. He hath gone up the heights of earth and heaven, and made each monster fall and cease from troubling.

6 Fair wealth, O Light-giver, today, tomorrow, fair wealth produce for us each day that passes. May we through this our song be happy gainers, God, of a fair and spacious habitation.

HYMN LXXII. God the Mighty and the Provider.

1 Great is this might of yours, Mighty and Provider: the first high exploits were your own achievements. Ye found the Sun, ye found the light of heaven: ye killed all darkness and the blasphemers of the righteous.

2 Ye, Mighty and Provider, gave her light to Morning, and led the Sun on high with all his splendour. Ye stayed the heaven with a supporting pillar, and spread abroad apart the Earth, the Mother.

3 Ye slew the flood-obstructing serpent Vrtra, Mighty and Provider: Heaven approved your exploit. Ye urged to speed the currents of the rivers, and many seas have ye filled full with waters.

4 You, O God the Mighty, and Your bounty, have set the ripe milk in the unripe udders of the milch-kine.

You have held fast the unimpeded whiteness within these many-coloured moving creatures.

5 Verily You bestow wealth, famed, victorious, passing to our children.

You have invested men, O Mighty One, with manly strength that conquers in the battle.