As he ran swiftly with the car behind him his lifted heels pressed close on Mudgalani.

7 Deftly for him he stretched the car-pole forward, guided the bull thereto and firmly yoked him.

The Mighty vouchsafed the lord of cows His favour: with mighty steps the buffalo ran onward.

8 Touched by the goad the shaggy beast went nobly, bound to the pole by the yoke's thong of leather.

Performing deeds of might for many people, he, looking on the cows, gained strength and vigour.

9 Here look upon this mace, this bull's companion, now lying midway on the field of battle.

Therewith hath Mudgala in ordered contest won for cattle for himself, a hundred thousand.

10 Far is the evil: who hath here beheld it? Hither they bring the bull whom they are yoking.

To this they give not either food or water. Reaching beyond the pole it gives directions.

11 Like one forsaken, she hath found a husband, and teemed as if her breast were full and flowing.

With swiftly-racing chariot may we conquer, and rich and blessed be our gains in battle.

12 Thou, O Mighty One, art the mark whereon the eyes of all life rest, when Thou,

A Bull who drivest with Thy bull, wilt win the race together with Thy weakling friend.

HYMN CIII. The Mighty.

1 Swift, rapidly striking, like a bull who sharpens his horns, terrific, stirring up the people,

With eyes that close not, bellowing, Sole Hero, the Mighty subdued at once a hundred armies.

2 With Him loud-roaring, ever watchful, Victor, bold, hard to overthrow, Rouser of battle,

The Mighty, the Strong, whose hand bears arrows, conquer, ye warriors, now, now vanquish in the combat.

3 He rules with those who carry shafts and quivers, the Mighty who with His band brings hosts together,

Foe-conquering, strong of arm, with mighty bow, shooting with well-laid arrows.

4 O Lord of Prayer, fly with Thy chariot hither, slayer of demons, driving off our foemen.

Be Thou protector of our cars, destroyer, victor in battle, breaker-up of armies.

5 Conspicuous by Thy strength, firm, foremost fighter, mighty and fierce, victorious, all-subduing,

The Son of Conquest, passing men and heroes, kine-winner, mount Thy conquering car, O Mighty One.

6 Cleaver of stalls, kine-winner, armed with thunder, who quells an army and with might destroys it,

Follow Him, brothers! quit yourselves like heroes, and like this Mighty One show your zeal and courage.

7 Piercing the cow-stalls with surpassing vigour, the Mighty, pitiless Hero, wild with anger,

Victor in fight, unshaken and resistless, may He protect our armies in our battles.

8 May the Mighty guide these: the Lord of Prayer precede them, the gift, and the worship;

And let the banded storm-winds march in forefront of heavenly hosts that conquer and demolish.

9 Ours be the potent host of the Mighty One, the Sovereign All-Seeing, and the storm-winds, and the boundless powers.

Uplifted is the shout of those who conquer, high-minded servants who cause the worlds to tremble.

10 Bristle Thou up, O Bountiful, our weapons: excite the spirits of my warring heroes.

Urge on the strong steeds' might, O Slayer of the foe, and let the din of conquering cars go upward.

11 May the Mighty aid us when our flags are gathered: victorious be the arrows of our army.

May our brave men of war prevail in battle. Ye righteous, protect us in the shout of onset.

12 Bewildering the senses of our foemen, seize Thou their bodies and depart, O Calamity.

Attack them, set their hearts on fire and burn them: so let our foes abide in utter darkness.

13 Advance, O heroes, win the day. May the Mighty be your sure defence.

Exceeding mighty be your arms, that none may wound or injure you.

HYMN CIV. The Mighty.

1 The offering hath flowed for Thee, Invoked of many; speed to our worship with both Thy coursers.

To Thee have streamed the songs of mighty singers, imploring, O Mighty One, accept our offering.

2 Drink of the juice which men have washed in waters, and fill Thee full, O Lord of tawny horses.

O Mighty One, hearer of the laud, with the gift which stones have mixed for Thee enhance Thy rapture.

3 To make Thee start, a strong true draught I offer to Thee, the Bull, O Thou whom bay steeds carry.

Here take delight, O Mighty One, in our voices while Thou art hymned with power and all our spirit.

4 O Mighty One, through Thine aid, Thy prowess, obtaining life, zealous, and skilled in Order,

Men in the house who share the sacred banquet stand singing praise that brings them store of children.

5 Through Thy directions, Lord of tawny coursers, Thine who art firm, splendid, and blest, the people

Obtain most liberal aid for their salvation, and praise Thee, O Mighty One, through Thine excellencies.

6 Lord of the bays, come with Thy two bay horses, come to our prayers, to drink the juice.

To Thee comes worship which Thou acceptest: Thou, skilled in holy rites, art He who giveth.

7 Him of a thousand powers, subduing foemen, the Bountiful praised with hymns and pleased with gifts,

Even Him our songs approach, resistless Lord: the adorations of the singer laud Him.

8 The way to bliss for the righteous and for man Thou foundest, O Mighty One, seven lovely floods, divine, untroubled,

Wherewith Thou, rending forts, didst move the ocean, and ninety-nine flowing streams of water.

9 Thou from the curse didst free the mighty waters, and as their only Lord didst watch and guard them.

O Mighty One, cherish evermore Thy servants with those which Thou hast won in quelling the foe.

10 Heroic power and noble praise is the Mighty; yea, the song worships Him invoked of many.

The foe He quelled, and gave men room and freedom: the Powerful, victorious, hath conquered armies.

11 Call we on the Bountiful, the auspicious Mighty One, best Hero in this fight where spoil is gathered,

The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the foes, wins and gathers riches.

HYMN CV. The Mighty.

1 When, O Giver of good, wilt Thou love the laud? Now let the channel bring the stream.

The juice is ready to ferment.

2 He whose two bay steeds harnessed well, swerving, pursue the bird's tail-plumes,

With flowing manes, like heaven and earth, He is the Lord with power to give.

3 Bereft of skill is the Mighty, if, like some outwearied man, He fears

The sinner, when the Mighty hath prepared Himself for victory.

4 The Mighty drives round with these, until He meets with one to worship Him:

The Mighty is Master of the pair who snort and swerve upon their way.

5 Borne onward by the long-maned steeds who stretch themselves as 'twere for food,

The Lord who wears the helm defends them.

6 The Mighty sang with the Lofty Ones: the Hero fashioned with His strength,

Like skilful Matarisvan with his power and might,

7 The bolt, which pierced at once the vitals of the enemy easy to be slain,

With jaw uninjured like the wondrous firmament.

8 Grind off our sins: with song will we conquer the men who sing no hymns:

Not easily art Thou pleased with prayerless worship.

9 When threefold flame burns high for Thee, to rest on poles of worship,

Thou with the living joyest in the self-bright ship.

10 Thy glory was the speckled cup, Thy glory was the flawless scoop,

Wherewith Thou pourest into Thy receptacle.

11 As hundreds, O Deathless Lord, have sung to Thee, so hath Sumitra, yea, Durmitra praised Thee here,

What time Thou holpest Kutsa's son, when enemies fell, yea, holpest Kutsa's darling when the enemies died.

HYMN CVI. The Twin Healers.

1 This very thing ye twain hold as your object: ye weave your songs as skilful men weave garments.

That ye may come united have I waked you: ye spread out food like days of lovely weather.

2 Like two plough-bulls ye move along in traces, and seek like eager guests your bidder's banquet.

Ye are like glorious envoys mid the people: like bulls, approach the place where ye are watered.

3 Like the two pinions of a bird, connected, like two choice animals, ye have sought our worship.

Bright as the fire the votary hath kindled, ye worship in many a spot as roamers.

4 Ye are our kinsmen, like two sons, two fathers, strong in your splendour and like kings for conquest;

Like rays for our enjoyment, lords to feed us, ye, like quick bearers, have obeyed our calling.

5 You are like two pleasantly moving well-fed hills, like the Friend and the All-Seeing, the two bestowers of felicity, veracious, possessors of infinite wealth, happy, like two horses plump with fodder, abiding in the firmament, like two rams to be nourished with food, to be cherished.

6 You are like two mad elephants bending their forequarters and smiting the foe, destroying foes, and cherishing friends; you are bright as two water-born jewels; do you, who are victorious, render my decaying mortal body free from decay.

7 Fierce, like two powerful heroes, you enable this moving, perishable mortal frame to cross over to the objects of its destination as over water; extremely strong, like the craftsmen, your chariot, attained its destination swift as the wind, it pervaded everywhere, it dispensed riches.

8 With your bellies full, like two saucepans, preservers of wealth, destroyers of enemies, you are armed with hatchets, moving like two flying birds with forms like the moon, attaining success through the mind, like two laudable beings, approaching the worship.

9 Like giants, ye will find firm ground to stand on in depths, like feet for one who fords a shallow. Like cars ye will attend to him who orders: ye two enjoy our wondrous work as sharers.

10 Like toiling bees ye bring to us your honey, as bees into the hide that opens downward.

11 May we increase the laud and gain us vigour: come to our song, ye whom one chariot carries. Filled be our kine with ripened sweetness like glory: Bhutamsa hath fulfilled the longing of the twain.

HYMN CVII. Gifts.

1 These men's great bounty hath been manifested, and the whole world of life set free from darkness.

Great light hath come, vouchsafed us by the forefathers: apparent is the spacious path of giving.

2 High up in heaven abide the givers: they who give steeds dwell with the sun for ever.

They who give gold are blest with life eternal, they who give robes prolong their lives.

3 Not from the niggards, for they give not freely, comes reward in worship, the satisfaction of the righteous:

Yea, many men with hands stretched out present their gifts because they dread dishonour.

4 These who observe mankind regard giving as streaming wind and light-finding radiance.

They satisfy and give their gifts in synod, and pour in streams the seven-mothered gift.

5 He who brings a gift comes as first invited: chief of the hamlet comes the giver.

Him I account the ruler of the people who was the first to introduce giving.

6 They call him seer, scholar, chanter, reciter of the laud, leader of worship.

The three forms of light he knoweth who first bestowed the gift in worship.

7 Giving bestows the horse, bestows the bullock, giving bestows, moreover, gold.

Giving gives food which is our life and spirit. He who is wise takes giving for his armour.

8 The liberal die not, never are they ruined: the liberal suffer neither harm nor trouble.

The light of heaven, the universe about us, all this doth giving yield them.

9 First have the liberal gained a fragrant dwelling, and got themselves a bride in fair apparel.