The liberal have obtained their draught of drink, and conquered those who, unprovoked, assailed them.

10 They deck the fleet steed for the bounteous giver: the maid adorns herself and waits to meet him.

His home is like a lake with lotus blossoms, like palaces adorned and splendid.

11 Steeds good at draught convey the liberal giver, and lightly rolling moves the car of giving.

Assist, O Lord, the liberal man in battles: the liberal giver conquers foes in combat.

HYMN CVIII. Sarama and the Panis.

1 What wish of Sarama hath brought her hither? The path leads far away to distant places.

What charge hast thou for us? Where turns thy journey? How hast thou made thy way o'er Rasa's waters?

2 I come appointed messenger of the Mighty, seeking your ample stores of wealth, O Panis.

This hath preserved me from the fear of crossing: thus have I made my way o'er Rasa's waters.

3 What is that Mighty One like, what is His aspect whose envoy, Sarama, from afar thou comest?

Let Him approach, and we will show Him friendship: He shall be made the herdsman of our cattle.

4 I know Him safe from harm: but He can punish who sent me hither from afar as envoy.

Him rivers flowing with deep waters bide not. Low will ye be, O Panis, slain by the Mighty.

5 These are the kine which, Sarama, thou seekest, flying, O Blest One, to the ends of heaven.

Who will loose these for thee without a battle? Yea, and sharp-pointed are our warlike weapons.

6 Even if your wicked bodies, O ye Panis, were arrow-proof, your words are weak for wounding;

And were the path to you as yet unmastered, the Lord of Prayer in neither case will spare you.

7 Paved with the rock is this our treasure-chamber; filled full of precious things, of kine, and horses.

These Panis who are watchful keepers guard it. In vain hast thou approached this lonely station.

8 Seers will come inspirited, the Angirases unwearied, and the Navagvas.

This stall of cattle will they part among them: then will the Panis wish these words unspoken.

9 Even thus, O Sarama, hast thou come hither, forced by celestial might to make the journey.

Turn thee not back, for thou shalt be our sister: O Blest One, we will give thee of the cattle.

10 Brotherhood, sisterhood, I know not either: the dread Angirases and the Mighty know them.

They seemed to long for kine when I departed. Hence, into distance, be ye gone, O Panis.

11 Hence, far away, ye Panis! Let the cattle lowing come forth as holy Law commandeth,

Kine which the Lord of Prayer, and seers, sages, and pressing-stones have found when hidden.

HYMN CIX. The Brahman's Wife.

1 These first, the boundless sea, and the wind, fierce-glowing fire, the Strong, the Bliss-bestower,

And heavenly floods, first-born by holy Order, exclaimed against the outrage on a scholar.

2 The King first of all, without reluctance, made restitution of the scholar's consort.

The Friend and the All-Seeing were the inviters; the herald took her hand and led her.

3 The man, her pledge, must by her hand be taken when they have cried, She is a scholar's consort.

She stayed not for a herald to conduct her: thus is the kingdom of a ruler guarded.

4 Thus spake of her those of old, seven seers who sate them down to their austere devotion:

Dire is a scholar's wife led home by others: in the supremest heaven she plants confusion.

5 The student goes engaged in duty: he is a member of the community of the righteous.

Through him the Lord of Prayer obtained his consort, as the righteous gained the ladle brought by the King.

6 So then the righteous restored her, so men gave the woman back again.

The kings who kept their promises restored the scholar's wedded wife.

7 Having restored the scholar's wife, and freed them, with the help of the righteous, from sin,

They shared the fulness of the earth, and won themselves extended sway.

HYMN CX. Invitation to Worship.

1 Thou in the house of man this day enkindled worshippest in the name of God, O Knower of all.

Observant, bright as the Friend, bring them hither: Thou art a sapient and foreknowing envoy.

2 Fair-tongued, with sweet drink balming the paths and ways of Order, make them pleasant.

Convey our worship to heaven, exalting with holy thoughts our hymns of praise and worship.

3 Invoked, deserving prayer and adoration, O Radiant One, come accordant with the bountiful.

Thou art, O Youthful Lord, the caller of the righteous, so, best of worshippers, bring them quickly.

4 By rule the sacred grass is scattered eastward, a robe to clothe this earth when dawns are breaking.

Widely it spreads around and far-extended, fair for the righteous and bringing peace and freedom.

5 Let the expansive doors be widely opened, like wives who deck their beauty for their husbands.

Lofty, celestial, all-impelling portals, admit the righteous and give them easy entrance.

6 Pouring sweet dews let holy night and morning, each close to each, be seated at their station,

Lofty, celestial, with gold to deck them, assuming all their fair and radiant beauty.

7 Come the two first celestial sweet-voiced heralds, arranging worship for man to worship

As singers who inspire us in assemblies, showing the eastward light with their direction.

8 Let the Lady of Speech come quickly to our worship, and the Giver of nourishment showing like a human being.

So let the Lady of Eloquence and both her fellows, deft, on this fair grass be seated.

9 Herald more skilled in worship, bring hither with speed to-day the Maker, Thou who knowest.

Even Him who formed these two, the Earth and Heaven, the parents, with their forms, and every creature.

10 Send to our offerings which Thyself Thou balmest the companies of the righteous in ordered season.

Lord of the Forest, sweeten our offered gift with sweetness and butter.

11 As soon as He was born, the Light made ready the worship, and was the preceder of the righteous.

May the righteous eat our offering consecrated according to this true guide's voice and guidance.

HYMN CXI. The Mighty.

1 Bring forth your sacred song, ye prudent singers, even as are the thoughts of human beings.

Let us draw the Mighty with true deeds anear us: He loves our songs, the Hero, and is potent.

2 The hymn shone brightly from the seat of worship: to the kine came the Bull, the heifer's offspring.

With mighty bellowing hath He arisen, and hath pervaded even the spacious regions.

3 The Mighty knows, verily, how to hear our singing, for He, victorious, made a path for the sun.

He made the cow, and He became the Sovereign of heaven, primeval, matchless, and unshaken.

4 Praised by the Angirases, the Mighty demolished with might the works of the great watery monster.

Full many regions, too, hath He pervaded, and by His truth supported earth's foundation.

5 The counterpart of heaven and earth is the Mighty: He knoweth all offerings, slayeth Susna.

The vast sky with the sun hath He extended, and, best of pillars, stayed it with a pillar.

6 The Slayer of the foe with His bolt felled the foe: the magic of the godless, waxen mighty.

Here hast Thou, Bold Assailant, boldly conquered. Yea, then Thine arms, O Bountiful, were potent.

7 When the dawns come attendant upon the sun their rays discover wealth of divers colours.

The star of heaven is seen as 'twere approaching: none knoweth aught of it as it departeth.

8 Far have they gone, the first of all these waters, the waters that flowed forth when the Mighty sent them.

Where is their spring, and where is their foundation? Where now, ye waters, is your inmost centre?

9 Thou didst free rivers swallowed by the Dragon; and rapidly they set themselves in motion,

Those that were loosed and those that longed for freedom. Excited now to speed they run unresting.

10 Yearning together they have sped to the Indus: the Fort-destroyer, praised of old, hath loved them.

O Mighty One, may Thy terrestrial treasures reach us, and our full songs of joy approach Thy dwelling.

HYMN CXII. The Mighty.

1 Accept the offering, O Mighty One, at Thy pleasure, sure, for Thy first draught is early morn's libation.

Rejoice, that Thou mayst slay our foes, O Hero, and we with lauds will tell Thy mighty exploits.

2 Thou hast a car more swift than thought, O Mighty One; thereon come hither, come to accept our gift.

Let Thy bay steeds, Thy stallions, hasten hither, with whom Thou comest nigh and art delighted.

3 Deck out Thy glory with the fairest colours, with golden splendour of the sun adorn it.

O Mighty One, turn Thee hitherward invited by us Thy friends; be seated and be joyful.

4 O Thou whose grandeur in Thy festive transports not even these two great worlds have comprehended,

Come, Mighty One, with Thy dear bay horses harnessed, come to our dwelling and the food Thou lovest.

5 Pressed for Thy joyous banquet is the offering, whereof Thou, Mighty One, ever drinking,

Hast waged unequalled battles with Thy foemen, which prompts the mighty flow of Thine abundance.

6 Found from of old is this Thy cup, O Mighty One: Lord of a hundred powers, drink therefrom.

Filled is the beaker with the sweetness that gladdens, the beaker which all the righteous delight in.

7 From many a side with proffered entertainment the folk are calling Thee, O Mighty One.

These our offerings shall for Thee be richest in sweetness: drink thereof and find them pleasant.

8 I will declare Thy deeds of old, O Mighty One, the mighty acts which Thou hast first accomplished.

In genuine wrath Thou loosenedst the mountain so that the scholar easily found the cattle.

9 Lord of the hosts, amid our bands be seated: they call Thee greatest Sage among the sages.

Nothing is done, even far away, without Thee: great, wondrous, Bountiful One, is the hymn I sing Thee.

10 Aim of our eyes be Thou, for we implore Thee, O Bountiful, Friend of friends and Lord of treasures.

Fight, Warrior strong in truth, fight Thou the battle: give us our share of undivided riches.

HYMN CXIII. The Mighty.

1 The heavens and the earth, accordant with all the righteous, encouraged graciously that vigorous might of His.

When He came showing forth His majesty and power, He accepted the offering and waxed exceeding strong.

2 This majesty of His the All-Pervading extols and lauds, making the stalk that gives the sweetness flow forth with might.

When the Bountiful Mighty One with those who followed Him had smitten the foe He deserved the choice of the righteous.

3 When, bearing warlike weapons, fain to win Thee praise, Thou mettest the foe, yea, the Dragon, for the fight,

Then all the storm-winds who were gathered with Thee there extolled, O Mighty One, Thy powerful majesty.

4 Soon as He sprang to life He forced asunder hosts: forward the Hero looked to manly deed and war.

He cleft the rock, He let concurrent streams flow forth, and with His skilful art stablished the heavens' wide vault.

5 The Mighty hath evermore possessed surpassing power: He forced, far from each other, heaven and earth apart.

He hurled impetuous down His iron thunderbolt, a joy to the worshipper of the All-Seeing and the Friend.

6 Then to the mighty powers of the Mighty One, to His wrath, to Him the fierce Stormer, loud of voice, they came with speed;