What time the Potent One rent the foe with His strength, who held the waters back, whom darkness compassed.

7 Even in the first of those heroic acts which they who strove together came with might to execute,

Deep darkness fell upon the slain, and the Mighty One won by victory the right of being first invoked.

8 Then all the righteous extolled, with eloquence inspired, Thy deeds of manly might.

As fire eats the dry food with its tongue, so He overcame the Dragon, maimed by the Mighty One's deadly dart.

9 Proclaim His many friendships, met with friendship, made with singers, with the skilful and the eloquent.

The Mighty One, when He subdues the oppressors, listens to Dabhiti for his faithful spirit's sake.

10 Give riches manifold with noble horses, to be remembered while my songs address Thee.

May we by easy paths pass all our troubles: find us this day a ford wide and extensive.

HYMN CXIV. All the Powers.

1 Two perfect springs of heat pervade the threefold world, and come for their delight is the wind.

Craving the milk of heaven the righteous are present: well do they know the praise-song and the chant.

2 The priests, hearing far away, as they are ordered, serve the three calamities, for well they know them.

Sages have traced the cause that first produced them, dwelling in distant and mysterious chambers.

3 The youthful one, well-shaped, with four locks braided, brightened with oil, puts on the ordinances.

Two birds of mighty power are seated near her, there where the righteous receive their portion.

4 One of these birds hath passed into the sea of air: thence he looks round and views this universal world.

With simple heart I have beheld him from anear: his mother kisses him and he returns her kiss.

5 Him with fair wings, though only one in nature, wise singers shape, with songs, in many figures.

While they at worship fix the metres, they measure out twelve cups of offering.

6 While they arrange the four and six-and-thirty, and duly order, up to twelve, the measures,

Having disposed the worship thoughtful sages send the car forward with the verse and the chant.

7 The chariot's majesties are fourteen others: seven sages lead it onward with their voices.

Who will declare to us the ford, the path whereby they drink first draughts?

8 The fifteen lauds are in a thousand places that is as vast as heaven and earth in measure.

A thousand spots contain the mighty thousand. Speech spreadeth forth as far as prayer extendeth.

9 What sage hath learned the metres' application? Who hath gained Speech, the spirit's aim and object?

Which ministering priest is called eighth hero? Who then hath tracked the two bay steeds of the Mighty?

10 Yoked to his chariot-pole there stood the coursers: they only travel round earth's farthest limits.

These, when their driver in his home is settled, receive the allotted meed of their exertion.

HYMN CXV. The Radiant.

1 Verily wondrous is the tender youngling's growth who never draweth nigh to drink his mothers' milk.

As soon as she who hath no udder bore him, he, faring on his great errand, suddenly grew strong.

2 Then "the Radiant" was his name, most active to bestow, gathering up the trees with his consuming tooth;

Skilled in fair worship, armed with destroying tongue, impetuous as a bull that snorteth in the mead.

3 Praise him, your Lord's sign, who, bird-like, rests upon a tree, scattering drops of juice and pouring forth his flood,

Speaking aloud with flame as with his lips a priest, and broadening his paths like one of high command.

4 Thou Everlasting, whom, far-striding fain to burn, the winds, uninterrupted, never overcome,

They have approached, as warriors eager for the fight, heroic Trita, guiding him to gain his wish.

5 This light is the best of Kanvas, Kanvas' friend, conqueror of the foe whether afar or near.

May the Lord guard the singers, guard the princes well: may He grant to us our princes' gracious help.

6 Do thou, Supitrya, swiftly following, make thyself the master of the fire, mightiest of all,

Who surely gives a boon even in thirsty land most powerful, prepared to aid us in the wilds.

7 Thus noble light with princes and mortal men is lauded, excellent for conquering strength with chiefs,

Men who are well-disposed as friends and true to Law, even as the heavens in majesty surpass mankind.

8 O Son of Strength, Victorious, with this title Upastuta's most potent voice reveres Thee.

Blest with brave sons by Thee we will extol Thee, and lengthen out the days of our existence.

9 Thus, O Lord, have the sons of Vrstihavya, the seers, the Upastutas invoked Thee.

Protect them, guard the singers and the princes. With cries of Glory! have they come, with hands uplifted.

HYMN CXVI. The Mighty.

1 Take Thy provision for mighty power and vigour, accept, Strongest One, that Thou mayst smite down the foe.

Accept, invoked, for strength, and riches: accept Thy fill of sweetness and pour it down, O Mighty One.

2 Accept the foodful offering stirred into motion, accept what Thou choosest of the flowing gift.

Giver of weal, be joyful in Thy spirit, and turn Thee hitherward to bless and prosper.

3 Let the heavenly gift gladden Thee, O Mighty One, let that effused among mankind delight Thee.

Rejoice in that whereby Thou gavest freedom, and that whereby Thou conquerest Thy foemen.

4 Let the Mighty One come, impetuous, doubly mighty, to the poured offering, the Bull, with two bay coursers.

With juices pressed in milk, with sweetness presented, glut evermore Thy bolt, O Foe-destroyer.

5 Dash down, outflaming their sharp flaming weapons, the strongholds of the men urged on by demons.

I give Thee, Mighty One, great strength and conquest: go, meet Thy foes and rend them in the battle.

6 Extend afar the votary's fame and glory, as the firm archer's strength drives off the foeman.

Ranged on our side, grown strong in might that conquers, never defeated, still increase Thy favour.

7 To Thee have we presented this offering: accept it, Sovereign Ruler, free from anger.

The juice, O Bountiful, for Thee is pressed and ripened: accept what stirs to meet Thee.

8 Accept, Mighty One, these offerings which approach Thee: be pleased with food made ready.

With entertainment we receive Thee friendly: effectual be the worshipper's wishes.

9 I send sweet speech to the Mighty and the Radiant: with hymns I speed it like a boat through waters.

Even thus, the righteous seem moving round about me, the fountains and bestowers of our riches.

HYMN CXVII. Liberality.

1 The Lord has not ordained hunger to be our death: even to the well-fed man comes death in varied shape.

The riches of the liberal never waste away, while he who will not give finds none to comfort him.

2 The man with food in store who, when the needy comes in miserable case begging for bread to eat,

Hardens his heart against him, even when of old he did him service, finds not one to comfort him.

3 Bounteous is he who gives unto the beggar who comes to him in want of food and feeble.

Success attends him in the shout of battle. He makes a friend of him in future troubles.

4 No friend is he who to his friend and comrade who comes imploring food, will offer nothing.

Let him depart; no home is that to rest in; and rather seek a stranger to support him.

5 Let the rich satisfy the poor implorer, and bend his eye upon a longer pathway.

Riches come now to one, now to another, and like the wheels of cars are ever rolling.

6 The foolish man wins food with fruitless labour: that food, I speak the truth, shall be his ruin.

He feeds no trusty friend, no man to love him. All guilt is he who eats with no partaker.

7 The ploughshare ploughing makes the food that feeds us, and with its feet cuts through the path it follows.

Better the speaking than the silent scholar: the liberal friend outvalues him who gives not.

8 He with one foot hath far outrun the biped, and the two-footed catches the three-footed.

Four-footed creatures come when bipeds call them, and stand and look where five are met together.

9 The hands are both alike: their labour differs. The yield of sister milch-kine is unequal.

Twins even differ in their strength and vigour: two, even kinsmen, differ in their bounty.

HYMN CXVIII. The Radiant.

1 O Radiant One, refulgent among men Thou slayest the devouring fiend, Bright Ruler in Thine own abode.

2 Thou springest up when worshipped well; the drops of butter are Thy joy.

3 Honoured with gifts He shines afar, adorable with song:

The dripping ladle balms His face.

4 With honey in His mouth, honoured with gifts, He is balmed with oil,

Refulgent in His wealth of light.

5 Praised by our hymns Thou kindlest Thee, bearer of offerings, for the righteous.

As such do mortals call on Thee.

6 To that Deathless One pay worship with oil, ye mortal men,

Lord of the house, whom none deceives.

7 O Lord, burn the evil ones with Thine unconquerable flame.

Shine, guardian of Eternal Law.

8 So, O Lord, with Thy glowing face burn fierce against the wicked,

Shining among the wide-dwelling.

9 The wide-dwelling have kindled Thee, bearer of offerings, with hymns,

Best worshipper among mankind.

HYMN CXX. The Mighty.

1 In all the worlds That was the Best and Highest whence sprang the mighty servants, of splendid valour.

As soon as born He overcomes His foemen, He in whom all who lend Him aid are joyful.

2 Grown mighty in His strength, with ample vigour, He as a foe strikes fear into the oppressor,

Eager to win the breathing and the breathless. All sang Thy praise at banquet and offering.

3 All concentrate on Thee their mental vigour, what time these, twice or thrice, are Thine assistants.

Blend what is sweeter than the sweet with sweetness: win quickly with our sweetness that sweetness in battle.

4 Therefore in Thee too, Thou who winnest riches, at every banquet are the sages joyful.

With mightier power, Bold Lord, extend Thy firmness: let not malignant sorcerers harm Thee.

5 Proudly we put our trust in Thee in battles, when we behold great wealth the prize of combat.

I with my words impel Thy weapons onward, and sharpen with my prayer Thy vital vigour.

6 Worthy of praises, many-shaped, most skilful, most energetic, the Kinsman of kinsmen:

He with His might destroys the seven foes, subduing many who were deemed His equals.

7 Thou in that house which Thy protection guardeth bestowest wealth, the higher and the lower.

Thou stablishest the two much-wandering mothers, and bringest many deeds to their completion.

8 Brhaddiva, the foremost of light-winners, repeats these holy prayers, this strength of the Mighty.