Whom prayer exalts, and this our gift, He, O ye men, is the Mighty.

15 Thou verily art fierce and true who sendest strength to the man who toils and gives.

So may we evermore, thy friends, speak loudly to the gathering with our heroes.

HYMN XIII. God the Mighty.

2 They come trooping together bearing milk to him, and bring him sustenance who gives support to all.

The way is common for the downward streams to flow. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

3 One priest announces what the institutor gives: one, altering the forms, zealously plies his task,

The third corrects the imperfections left by each. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

5 Thou hast created earth to look upon the sky: thou, slaying the Serpent, settest free the river's paths.

Thee, such, the righteous have quickened with their lauds, even as a steed with waters: meet for praise art thou.

6 Thou givest increase, thou dealest to us our food: thou milkest from the moist the dry, the rich in sweets.

Thou by the worshipper layest thy precious store: thou art sole Lord of all. Meet for our praise art thou.

7 Thou who hast spread abroad the streams by stablished law, and in the field the plants that blossom and bear seed;

Thou who hast made the matchless lightnings of the sky, vast, compassing vast realms, meet for our praise art thou.

8 Who broughtest Narmara with all his wealth, for sake of food, to slay him that the fiends might be destroyed,

Performing much even now, worthy art thou of praise.

9 Thou boundest up the Dasa's hundred friends and ten, when, at one's hearing, thou helpest thy worshipper.

Thou for Dabhiti boundest Dasyus not with cords; thou wast a mighty help. Worthy of lauds art thou.

10 All banks of rivers yielded to his manly might; to him they gave, to him, the Strong, gave up their wealth.

The six directions hast thou fixed, a five-fold view: thy victories reached afar. Worthy of lauds art thou.

11 Meet for high praise, O Hero, is thy power, that with thy single wisdom thou obtainest wealth,

The life-support of conquering Jatusthira. For all thy deeds, worthy of lauds art thou.

12 Thou for Turviti heldest still the flowing floods, the river-stream for Vayya easily to pass,

Didst raise the outcast from the depths, and gavest fame unto the halt and blind. Worthy of lauds art thou.

13 Prepare thyself to grant us that great bounty, O Giver of Dwellings, for abundant is thy treasure.

Snatch up the wonderful daily. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.

HYMN XIV. God the Mighty.

1 Ministers, bring your gifts for the Mighty One's sake, pour forth your devotion with the beakers.

The Hero willeth to be served by the generous; offer it to the Bull, for this he willeth.

2 Ye ministers, to him who with the lightning smote, like a tree, the rain-withholding Vrtra,

Bring your gift to him, him who is fain to receive it, a gift of what the Mighty here deserveth.

3 Ye ministers, to him who smote Drbhikas, who drove the kine forth, and discovered Vala,

Offer this gift, like Vata in the region: clothe him with praise even as steeds with trappings.

4 Him who did Urana to death, Adhvaryus! though showing arms ninety-and-nine in number;

Who cast down headlong Arbuda and slew him, speed ye to that Mighty One with our offered gifts.

5 Ye ministers, to him who struck down Svasna, and did to death Vyamsa and greedy Susna,

And Rudhikras and Namuci and Pipru, to him, to the Mighty, pour ye forth your devotion.

6 Ye ministers, to him who as with thunder demolished Sambara's hundred ancient castles;

Who cast down Varcin's sons, a hundred thousand, to him, to the Mighty, offer ye your gifts.

7 Ye ministers, to him who slew a hundred thousand, and cast them down upon earth's bosom;

Who quelled the valiant men of Atithigva, Kutsa, and Ayu, bring to him your gifts.

8 Ministers, men, whatever thing ye long for obtain ye quickly bringing gifts for the Mighty One's sake.

Bring to the Glorious One what bands have cleansed; to the Mighty bring, ye pious ones, your devotion.

9 Do ye, O ministers, obey his order: that purified in wood, in wood uplift ye.

Well pleased he longs for what your hands have tended: offer your gladdening gifts for the Mighty One's sake.

10 As the cow's udder teems with milk, Adhvaryus, so fill your hearts with devotion to the Mighty, liberal giver.

I know him: I am sure of this, the Holy knows that I fain would give to him more largely.

11 Him, ministers, the Lord of heavenly treasure and all terrestrial wealth that earth possesses,

Him fill with your praise as a garner is filled with barley full: be this your labour.

12 Prepare thyself to grant us that great booty, O Giver of Dwellings, for abundant is thy treasure.

Gather up wondrous wealth daily. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.

HYMN XV. God the Mighty.

1 Now, verily, will I declare the exploits, mighty and true, of him the True and Mighty.

Through his own power the Mighty slew the Dragon.

2 High heaven unsupported in space he stablished: he filled the two worlds and the air's mid-region.

Earth he upheld, and gave it wide expansion. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

3 From front, as 'twere a house, he ruled and measured; pierced with his bolt the fountains of the rivers,

And made them flow at ease by paths far-reaching. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

4 Compassing those who bore away Dabhiti, in kindled fire he burnt up all their weapons.

And made him rich with kine and cars and horses. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

5 The mighty roaring flood he stayed from flowing, and carried those who swam not safely over.

They having crossed the stream attained to riches. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

6 With mighty power he made the stream flow upward, crushed with his thunderbolt the car of Dawn,

Rending her slow steeds with his rapid coursers. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

7 Knowing the place wherein the maids were hiding, the outcast showed himself and stood before them.

The cripple stood erect, the blind beheld them. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

8 Praised by the Angirases he slaughtered Vala, and burst apart the bulwarks of the mountain.

He tore away their deftly-built defences. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

9 Thou, with sleep whelming Cumuri and Dhuni, slewest the Dasyu, keptest safe Dabhiti.

There the staff-bearer found the golden treasure. These things did the Mighty by his own power.

10 Now let that wealthy Cow of thine yield in return a boon to him who lauds thee.

Give to thy praisers: let not fortune fail us. Loud may we speak, with brave men, in assembly.

HYMN XVI. God the Mighty.

1 To him, your own, the best among the good, I bring eulogy, like a gift in the kindled fire.

We invocate for help the Mighty, untouched by age, who maketh all decay, strengthened, for ever young.

2 Without whom naught exists, the Lofty One; in whom alone all powers heroic are combined.

In him is vast strength, the thunder in his hand and wisdom in his head.

3 Not by both worlds is thine own power to be surpassed, nor may thy car be stayed by mountains or by seas.

None cometh near, to thy thunderbolt, when with swift steeds thou fliest over many a league.

4 For all men bring their will to him the Resolute, to him the Holy One, to him the Strong they cleave.

Pay worship with gifts, strong and passing wise. Thou art great in the mighty blaze.

5 The vessel of the strong flows forth, the flood of meath, unto the Strong who feeds upon the strong.

Strong are the two ministers, strong are both the stones. They press the offering that is strong for him the Strong.

6 Strong is thy thunderbolt, yea, and thy car is strong; strong are thy Bay Steeds and thy weapons powerful.

Thou, Bull, art Lord of the strong gladdening gift.

7 I, bold by prayer, come near thee in thy sacred rites, thee like a saving ship, thee shouting in the war.

Verily he will hear and mark this word of ours: we will pour forth our praise to him as 'twere a spring of wealth.

8 Turn thee unto us ere calamity come nigh, as a cow full of pasture turns her to her calf.

Lord of a Hundred Powers, may we once firmly cling to thy fair favours even as husbands to their wives.

9 Now let that wealthy Cow of thine yield in return a boon to him who lauds thee.

Give to thy praisers: let not fortune fail us. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.

HYMN XVII. God the Mighty.

1 Like the Angirases, sing this new song forth to him, for, as in ancient days, his mighty powers are shown,

When by his strength he unclosed the solid firm-shut stables of the kine.

2 Let him be even that Lord who, for the earliest gift, measuring out his power, increased his majesty;

Hero who fortified his body in the wars, and through his greatness set the heaven upon his head.

3 Thou didst perform thy first great deed of hero might what time thou showedst power, through prayer, before this folk.

Hurled down by thee the car-borne Lord of Tawny Steeds, the congregated swift ones fled in sundry ways.

4 He made himself by might Lord of all living things, and strong in vital power waxed great above them all.

He, borne on high, o'erspread with light the heaven and earth, and, sewing up the turbid darkness, closed it in.

5 He with his might made firm the forward-bending hills, the downward rushing of the waters he ordained.

Fast he upheld the earth that nourisheth all life, and stayed the heaven from falling by his wondrous skill.

6 Fit for the grasping of his arms is what the Creator hath fabricated from all kind of precious wealth,

The thunderbolt, wherewith, loud-roaring, he smote down, and striking him to death laid Krivi on the earth.

7 As she who in her parents' house is growing old, I pray to thee as the Giver of Fortune from the seat of all.

Grant knowledge, mete it out and bring it to us here: give us the share wherewith thou makest people glad.

8 May we invoke thee as a liberal giver: thou givest us strength and labours.

Help us with manifold assistance: Mighty One, make us yet more wealthy.

9 Now may that wealthy Cow of thine give in return a boon to him who lauds thee.

Give to thy praisers: let not fortune fail us. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.

HYMN XVIII. God the Mighty.

1 The rich new car hath been equipped at morning; four yokes it hath, three whips, seven reins to guide it:

Ten-sided, friendly to mankind, light-winner, that must be urged to speed with prayers and wishes.

2 This is prepared for him the first, the second, and the third time: he is man's Priest and Herald.

Others get offspring of another parent: he goeth, as a noble Bull, with others.

3 To the car of the Mighty One the Bay Steeds have I harnessed, that new well-spoken words may bring him hither.

Here let not other worshippers detain thee, for among us are many holy singers.

4 Come hitherward with two Bay Coursers, come thou with four, with six when invocated.

Come thou with eight, with ten, to receive our gifts. Here is the offering, brave Warrior: do not scorn it.

5 O Mighty One, come thou hither having harnessed thy car with twenty, thirty, forty horses.