Come thou with fifty well trained coursers, sixty or seventy, to receive our gifts.

6 Come to us hitherward, carried by eighty, ninety, or an hundred horses.

This gift among the Sunahotras hath been poured out, in love, to glad thee.

7 To this my prayer, come thou hither: bind to thy car's pole all thy two Bay Coursers.

Thou art to be invoked in many places, Hero; rejoice thyself in this devotion.

8 Ne'er be my love from the Mighty One disunited; still may his liberal Milch-cow yield us treasure.

So may we under his supreme protection, safe in his arms, succeed in each forth-going.

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 XIX. God the Mighty.

1 Draughts of this sweet gift have been enjoyed for rapture, of the wise giver's offered dainty,

Wherein, grown mighty in the days aforetime, the Mighty hath found delight, and men who worship.

2 Cheered by this meath the Mighty, whose hand wields thunder, rent piecemeal the Serpent who barred up the waters,

So that the quickening currents of the rivers flowed forth like birds unto their resting-places.

3 He, this Mighty One, the Dragon's slayer, sent forth the flood of waters to the ocean.

He gave the Sun his life, he found the cattle, and with the night the works of days completed.

4 To him who worshippeth hath he given many and matchless gifts. He slayeth Vrtra.

Straight was he to be sought with supplications by men who struggled to obtain the sunlight.

5 To him who poured him gifts he gave up the Sun, the Mighty, to the mortal;

For Etasa with worship brought him riches that keep distress afar, as 'twere his portion.

6 Once to the driver of his chariot, Kutsa, he gave up greedy Surya, plague of harvest;

And for the sake of Divodasa demolished Sambara's nine-and-ninety castles.

7 So have we brought our hymn to thee, strengthening thee and fain ourselves for glory.

May we with best endeavours gain this friendship, and mayst thou bend the godless scorner's weapons.

8 Thus the Grtsamadas for thee, O Hero, have wrought their hymn and task as seeking favour.

May they who worship thee afresh gain food and strength, bliss, and a happy dwelling.

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 XX. God the Mighty.

1 As one brings forth his car when fain for combat, so bring we power to thee: regard us,

Well skilled in song, thoughtful in spirit, seeking great bliss from one like thee amid the Heroes.

2 Thou art our own with thy protection, a guardian near to men who love thee truly,

Active art thou, the liberal man's defender, his who draws near to thee with right devotion.

3 May the Mighty One, called with solemn invocations, the young, the Friend, be men's auspicious keeper,

One who will further with his aid the singer, the toiler, praiser, preparer of gifts.

4 With laud and song let me extol that Mighty One in whom of old men prospered and were mighty.

May he, implored, fulfil the prayer for plenty of him who worships, of the living mortal.

5 He whom the Angirases' praise delighted, strengthened their prayer and made their goings prosper.

Stealing away the mornings with the sunlight, he, lauded, crushed even Asna's ancient powers.

6 He verily, the glorious, hath raised him up for man, best Wonder-Worker.

He, self-reliant, mighty and triumphant, brought low the dear head of the wicked Dasa.

7 The Slayer of Vrtra, Destroyer of forts, scattered the Dasa hosts who dwelt in darkness.

For men hath he created earth and waters, and ever helped the prayer of him who worships.

8 To him in might the righteous have ever yielded, in the tumult of the battle.

When in his arms they laid the bolt, he slaughtered the Dasyus and cast down their forts of iron.

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 XXI. God the Mighty.

1 To him the Lord of all, the Lord of wealth, of light; him who is Lord for ever, Lord of men and tilth,

Him who is Lord of horses, Lord of kine, of floods, to the Mighty, to the Holy bring your sweet devotion.

2 To him the potent One, who conquers and breaks down, the Victor never vanquished who disposes all,

The mighty-voiced, the rider, unassailable, to the ever-conquering speak your reverent prayer.

3 Still Victor, loved by mortals, ruler over men, o'erthrower, warrior, he hath waxen as he would;

Host-gatherer, triumphant, honoured mid the folk. His heroic deeds will I tell forth to all.

4 The strong who never yields, who slew the furious fiend, the deep, the vast, of wisdom unattainable;

Who speeds the good, the breaker-down, the firm, the vast, the Mighty whose rites bring joy hath made the light of Dawn.

5 By devotion the yearning sages sending forth their songs found furtherance from him who speeds the flood.

In the Mighty seeking help with worship and with hymn, they drew him to themselves and won them kine and wealth.

6 Bestow on us the best of treasures, the spirit of ability and fortune;

Increase of riches, safety of our bodies, charm of sweet speech, and days of pleasant weather.

HYMN XXII. God the Mighty.

1 The Great and Strong hath bestowed his bounty at the Trikadrukas. With the All-Pervading he hath given all that he would.

That hath so heightened him the Great, the Wide, to do his mighty work.

So may the righteous attain the righteous, true is the Mighty who is true.

2 So he resplendent in the battle overcame Krivi by might. He with his majesty hath filled the earth and heaven, and waxen strong.

So may the righteous attend the righteous, true is the Mighty who is true.

3 Brought forth together with wisdom and mighty power thou grewest great; with hero deeds subduing the malevolent, most swift in act;

Giving prosperity, and lovely wealth to him who praiseth thee. So may the righteous attend the righteous, true is the Mighty who is true.

4 This, Mighty One, was thy hero deed, Dancer, thy first and ancient work, worthy to be told forth in heaven,

What time thou sentest down life with divine power, freeing the floods.

All that is godless may he conquer with his might, and, Lord of Hundred Powers, find for us strength and food.

HYMN XXIII. The Lord of Prayer.

1 We call thee, Lord and Leader of the heavenly hosts, the wise among the wise, the famousest of all,

The King supreme of prayers, O Lord of Prayer: hear us with help; sit down in place of devotion.

2 Lord of Prayer, immortal! verily the righteous have gained from thee, the wise, a share in holy rites.

As with great light the Sun brings forth the rays of morn, so thou alone art the source of all sacred prayer.

3 When thou hast chased away revilers and the gloom, thou mountest the refulgent car of devotion;

The awful car, Lord of Prayer, that quells the foe, slays demons, cleaves the stall of kine, and finds the light.

4 Thou leadest with good guidance and preservest men; distress o'ertakes not him who offers gifts for thy sake.

Him who hates prayer thou punishest, Lord of Prayer, quelling his wrath: herein is thy great mightiness.

5 No sorrow, no distress from any side, no foes, no creatures double-tongued have overcome the man,

Thou drivest all seductive fiends away from him whom, careful guard, thou keepest, Lord of Prayer.

6 Thou art our keeper, wise, preparer of our paths: we, for thy service, sing to thee with hymns of praise.

Lord of Prayer, whoever lays a snare for us, him may his evil fate, precipitate, destroy.

7 Him, too, who threatens us without offence of ours, the evil-minded, arrogant, rapacious man,

Him turn thou from our path away: give us fair access to the feast of the righteous.

8 Thee as protector of our bodies we invoke, thee, saviour, as the comforter who loveth us.

Strike down, O Lord of Prayer, the revilers of the righteous, and let not the unrighteous come to highest bliss.

9 Through thee, kind prosperer, O Lord of Prayer, may we obtain the wealth of Men which all desire:

And all our enemies, who near or far away prevail against us, crush, and leave them destitute.

10 With thee as our own rich and liberal ally may we gain highest power of life.

Let not the guileful wicked man be lord of us: still may we prosper, singing goodly hymns of praise.

11 Strong, never yielding, hastening to the battle-cry, consumer of the foe, victorious in the strife,

Thou art sin's true avenger, Lord of Prayer, who tamest e'en the fierce, the wildly passionate.

12 Whoso with mind ungodly seeks to do us harm, who, deeming him a man of might mid lords, would slay,

Let not his deadly blow reach us, Lord of Prayer; may we humiliate the strong ill-doer's wrath.

13 The mover mid the spoil, the winner of all wealth, to be invoked in fight and reverently adored,

The Lord of Prayer hath overthrown like cars of war all wicked enemies who fain would injure us.

14 Burn up the demons with thy fiercest flaming brand, those who have scorned thee in thy manifested might.

Show forth that power that shall deserve the hymn of praise: destroy the evil speakers, O Lord of Prayer.

15 O Lord of Prayer, that which the foe deserves not, which shines among the folk effectual, splendid,

That, Upholder of Law, which is with might refulgent, that treasure wonderful bestow thou on us.

16 Give us not up to those who, foes in ambuscade, are greedy for the wealth of him who sits at ease,

Who cherish in their heart abandonment of God. Lord of Prayer, no further rest shall they obtain.

17 For the Fashioner, he who knows each sacred song, brought thee to life, pre-eminent o'er all the things that be.

Guilt-scourger, guilt-avenger is the Lord of Prayer, who slays the spoiler and upholds the mighty Law.

18 The mountain, for thy glory, cleft itself apart when, Angiras! thou openedst the stall of kine.

Thou, O Lord of Prayer, with the Mighty One for ally didst hurl down water-floods which gloom had compassed round.

19 O Lord of Prayer, be thou controller of this our hymn and prosper thou our children.

All that the righteous regard with love is blessed. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.

HYMN XXIV. The Lord of Prayer.

1 Be pleased with this our offering, thou who art the Lord; we will adore thee with this new and mighty song.

As this thy friend, our liberal patron, praises thee, do thou, Lord of Prayer, fulfil our hearts' desire.

2 He who with might bowed down the things that should be bowed, and in his fury rent the holds of Sambara:

Who overthrew what shook not, Lord of Prayer, he made his way within the mountain stored with wealth.

3 That was a great deed for the Mightiest of the mighty: strong things were loosened and the firmly fixed gave way.

He drave the kine forth and cleft Vala through by prayer, dispelled the darkness and displayed the light of heaven.

4 The well with mouth of stone that poured a flood of meath, which the Lord of Prayer hath opened with his might,

All they who see the light have drunk their fill thereat: together they have made the watery fount flow forth.

5 Ancient will be those creatures, whatsoe'er they be; with moons, with autumns, doors unclose themselves to you.