For thou who hast all medicine comest as envoy of the Lord.

4 I am come nigh to thee with balms to give thee rest and keep thee safe.

I bring thee blessed strength, I drive thy weakening malady away.

5 Here let the Lord deliver him, the host of storm-winds deliver him:

All things that be deliver him that he be freed from his disease.

6 The waters have their healing power, the waters drive disease away.

The waters have a balm for all: let them make medicine for thee.

7 The tongue that leads the voice precedes. Then with our ten-fold branching hands,

With these two chasers of disease we stroke thee with a gentle touch.

HYMN CXXXVIII. The Mighty.

1 Allied with Thee in friendship, O Mighty One, these Thy priests, remembering Holy Law, rent the foe limb from limb,

When they bestowed the dawns and let the waters flow, and when Thou didst chastise dragons at Kutsa's call.

2 Thou sentest forth productive powers, clavest the hills, Thou droyest forth the kine, Thou drankest pleasant sweetness.

Thou gavest increase through this tree's surpassing might. The sun shone by the hymn that sprang from Holy Law.

3 In the mid-way of heaven the sun unyoked his car: the believer found a match to meet his foe.

Associate with Rjisvan the Mighty overthrew the solid forts of Pipru.

4 He boldly cast down forts which none had e'er assailed: unwearied He destroyed the godless treasure-stores.

Like sun and moon He took the stronghold's wealth away, and, praised in song, demolished foes with flashing dart.

5 Armed with resistless weapons, with vast power to cleave, the Slayer of the foe whets His darts and deals forth wounds.

The dawn was afraid of the slaughtering bolt: she went upon her way and left her chariot there.

6 These are Thy famous exploits, only Thine, when Thou alone hast left the other bereft of worship.

Thou in the heavens hast set the ordering of the moons.

HYMN CXXXIX. The Light-giver.

1 The Light-giver, golden-haired, hath lifted eastward, bright with the sunbeams, His eternal lustre;

He in whose energy wise the Nourisher marches, surveying all existence like a herdsman.

2 Beholding men He sits amid the heaven filling the two world-halves and air's wide region.

He looks upon the rich far-spreading pastures between the eastern and the western limit.

3 He, root of wealth, the gatherer-up of treasures, looks with His might on every form and figure.

The Light-giver, like a Lord whose Law is constant, stands in the battle for the spoil like the Mighty.

5 This song the traveller shall sing us, meter of air's mid-realm, celestial,

That we may know aright both truth and falsehood: may he inspire our thoughts and help our praises.

6 In the floods' track he found the booty-seeker: the rocky cow-pen's doors he threw wide open.

The Mighty knew well the puissance of the dragons.

HYMN CXL. The Radiant.

1 O Radiant One, life-power and fame are Thine: Thy fires blaze mightily, Thou rich in wealth of beams!

Sage, passing bright, Thou givest to the worshipper, with strength, the food that merits laud.

2 With brilliant, purifying sheen, with perfect sheen Thou liftest up Thyself in light.

Thou, visiting both Thy mothers, aidest them as son: Thou joinest close the earth and heaven.

3 O Knower of all, Son of Strength, rejoice Thyself, gracious, in our fair hymns and songs.

In Thee are treasured various forms of strengthening food, born nobly and of wondrous help.

4 Spread forth, as Ruler, over living things: give wealth to us, O Deathless One.

Thou shinest out from beauty fair to look upon: Thou leadest us to conquering power.

5 To him, the wise, who orders worship, who hath great riches under his control,

Thou givest blest award of good, and plenteous food, givest him wealth that conquers all.

6 The men have set before them for their welfare the strong, visible to all, the Holy.

Thee, Godlike One, with ears to hear, most famous, men's generations magnify with praise-songs.

HYMN CXLI. All the Powers.

1 Turn hither, O Lord, speak to us: come to us with a gracious mind. Enrich us, Master of the house: Thou art the Giver of our wealth.

2 Let the Companion vouchsafe us wealth, and the Giver of portions, and the Lord of Prayer.

Let the righteous give their gifts, and let truthfulness grant us wealth.

3 We call the Sovereign to our aid, and the Radiant with our songs and hymns,

The bountiful, the All-Pervading, the Light-giver, and the Lord of Prayer.

4 The Mighty, the Wind, the Lord of Prayer, swift to listen, we invoke,

That in the synod all the folk may be benevolent to us.

5 Urge the Companion to send us gifts, and the Mighty, and the Lord of Prayer,

The wind, the All-Pervading, the Lady of Eloquence, and the strong courser, the Light-giver.

6 Do Thou, O Radiant One, with Thy fires strengthen our prayer and worship:

Urge givers to bestow their wealth to aid our service of God.

HYMN CXLII. The Radiant.

1 With Thee, O Lord, was this singer of the laud: he hath no other kinship, O Thou Son of Strength.

Thou givest blessed shelter with a triple guard. Keep the destructive lightning far away from us.

2 Thy birth who seekest food is in the falling flood: as Comrade Thou winnest all living things.

Our coursers and our songs shall be victorious: they of themselves advance like one who guards the herd.

3 And Thou, O Lord, Thou of godlike nature, sparest the stones, while eating up the brushwood.

Then are Thy tracks like deserts in the corn-lands. Let us not stir to wrath Thy mighty arrow.

4 O'er hills through vales devouring as Thou goest, Thou partest like an army fain for booty.

As when a barber shaves a beard, Thou shavest earth when the wind blows on Thy flame and fans it.

5 Apparent are His lines as He approaches: the course is single, but the cars are many,

When, O Lord, making Thine arms resplendent, Thou advancest o'er the land spread out beneath Thee.

6 Now let Thy strength, Thy burning flames fly upward, Thine energies, O Lord, as Thou toilest.

Gape widely, bend Thee, waxing in Thy vigour: let all the bountiful sit this day beside Thee.

7 This is the waters' reservoir, the great abode of gathered streams.

Take Thou another path than this, and as Thou listest walk thereon.

8 On Thy way hitherward and hence let flowery grass spring up.

Let there be lakes with lotus blooms. These are the mansions of the flood.

HYMN CXLIII. The Twin Healers.

1 Ye made that Atri, worn with age, free as a horse to win the goal. Ye restored to youth and strength Kaksivan like a car renewed.

2 Ye freed that Atri like a horse, and brought him newly-born to earth.

Ye loosed him like a firm-tied knot.

3 Heroes who showed most wondrous power to Atri, strive to win fair songs;

For then, O heroes of the sky, your hymn of praise shall cease no more.

4 This claims your notice, bounteous ones! the offering, and our love,

That ye, O heroes, in the fight may bring us safe to ample room.

5 Ye twain to Bhujyu tossed about in ocean at the region's end,

Came nigh with your winged steeds, and gave him strength to win.

6 Come with your joys, most liberal ones, Lords of all treasures, bringing weal.

Like fresh full waters to a well, so, heroes, come and be with us.

HYMN CXLIV. The Mighty.

1 This deathless drop, like a steed, strong and of full vitality, belongs to Thee, the Orderer.

2 Here, by us, for the worshipper, is the wise bolt that works with skill.

It brings the bubbling beverage as a dexterous man brings the effectual strong drink.

3 Impetuous, a bull among cows of his, looked down upon the restless hawk.

4 That the strong-pinioned bird hath brought, child of the falcon, from afar,

What moves upon a hundred wheels along the dragon's path.

5 Which, fair, unrobbed, the falcon brought Thee in his foot, the red-hued dwelling of the juice;

Through this came vital power which lengthens out our days, and kinship through its help awoke.

6 So the Mighty One is by the drop's power; e'en among the righteous will it repel great treachery.

Wisdom, Most Sapient One, brings force that lengthens life. May wisdom bring the juice to us.

HYMN CXLVI. The Forest.

1 Lady of the wild and forest, who seemest to vanish from the sight, how is it that thou seekest not the village? Art thou not afraid?

2 What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicala's voice,

Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the lady of the wood exults.

3 And, yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling-place appears:

Or else at eve the lady of the forest seems to free the wains.

4 Here one is calling to his cow, another there hath felled a tree:

At eve the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody hath screamed.

5 The forest never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach.

Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest.

6 Now have I praised the forest queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm,

The mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food: a sign of God's bounty.

HYMN CXLVII. The Mighty.

1 We trust in Thy first wrathful deed, O Mighty One, when Thou slewest the foe and didst work to profit man;

What time the two world-halves fell short of Thee in might, and the earth trembled at Thy force, O Thunder-armed.

2 Thou with Thy powers didst rend the conjurer, O Blameless One, with heart that longed for fame.

Heroes elect Thee when they battle for the prey, Thee in all worship worthy of renown.

3 Much-invoked Lord, take pleasure in these princes here, who, Thine exalters, have come to wealth.

In synods, when the rite succeeds, they hymn the Strong for sons and progeny and riches undisturbed.

4 That man shall find delight in well-protected wealth whose care provides for him the quick-sought joyous draught.

Bringing offerings, strengthened by Thee, he swiftly wins the spoil with heroes in the fight.

5 Now for our band, O Bountiful, when lauded, make ample room with might, and grant us riches.