I — God the Mighty

1 Invite ye the Mighty with a song to accept your gift! All-conquering, of hundredfold power, most munificent of all who live!

2 Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song renowned of old: His name is the Mighty, tell it forth!

3 The Mighty, the Dancer of joy, be to us the giver of abundant wealth: the mighty bring it us knee-deep!

II — God the Mighty

1 Sing ye a song, to make Him glad, to the Lord of tawny steeds, O my friends!

2 To Him, the bounteous, say the laud, and let us glorify, as men may do, the giver of true gifts!

3 O Lord of boundless might, for us Thou seekest spoil and kine, Thou seekest gold for us, good Lord!

III — God the Mighty

1 This, even this, O Mighty, we implore: as Thy devoted friends the people praise Thee with their hymns.

2 Naught else, O Thunderer, have I praised in the skilled singer's eulogy; on Thy laud only have I thought.

3 The angels seek him who gives in devotion; they desire not sleep: they punish sloth unweariedly.

IV — God the Mighty

1 For the Lover of the righteous, loud be our songs about the gift: let poets sing the song of praise.

2 We summon the Mighty to the gift, in whom all glories rest, in whom the seven communities rejoice.

3 At the Trikadrukas worship was woven that stirs the mind: let our songs aid and prosper it!

V — God the Mighty

1 Here, O Mighty, is Thy offering, made pure upon the sacred grass: run hither, come and accept it!

2 Strong-rayed! adored with earnest hymns! this juice is shed for Thy delight: Thou art invoked, O Unbroken One!

3 To the grandson's son, to Thee, to Him have I addressed my thought.

VI — God the Mighty

1 O Mighty, as one with mighty arm, gather for us with Thy right hand manifold and nutritious spoil!

2 We know Thee mighty in Thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth, mighty in measure, prompt to aid.

3 Hero, when Thou wouldst give Thy gifts, neither the angels nor mortal men restrain Thee like a fearful bull.

VII — God the Mighty

1 Hero, the gift being shed, I pour the juice for Thee: sate Thee and finish Thy delight!

2 Let not the fools, or those who mock, beguile Thee when they seek Thine aid: love not the enemy of prayer!

3 Here let them cheer Thee well supplied with milk to great munificence: drink as the wild bull drinks the lake!

VIII — God the Mighty

1 Here is the gift expressed: O Provider, accept it till Thou art full! Undaunted God, we give it Thee!

2 Washed by the men, pressed out with stones, strained through the filter made of wool, 'tis like a courser bathed in streams.

3 This juice have we made sweet for Thee like barley, blending it with milk. O Mighty, I call Thee to our feast.

IX — God the Mighty

1 So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been expressed for Thee with strength: accept it, Thou who lovest song!

2 Incline Thy bounty to the juice which suits Thy majesty well: Thee, lover of gifts! let it cheer!

3 O Mighty, let it enter both Thy flanks, enter Thy head with prayer, with bounty, hero! both Thine arms!

X — God the Mighty

1 O come ye hither, sit ye down; to the Mighty sing ye forth your song, companions, bringing hymns of praise.

2 Laud the Mighty, richest of the rich, who ruleth over noblest wealth, beside the flowing gift!

3 May He stand near us in our need with all abundance, for our wealth: with strength may He come nigh to us!

XI — God the Mighty

1 In every need, in every fray we call, as friends to succour us, the Mightiest of all.

2 I call Him, mighty to resist, the hero of our ancient home, Thee whom my sire invoked of old.

3 If He will hear us, let Him come with succour of a thousand kinds, with strength and riches, to our call!

XII — God the Mighty

1 When gifts flow Thou makest pure, O Mighty, Thy mind that merits laud, for gain of strength that ever grows: for great is He.

2 In heaven's first region, in the seat of the angels, is He who brings success, most glorious, prompt to save, who wins the waterfloods.

3 Him I invoke, to win the spoil, even the mighty One for the fray. Be Thou most near to us for bliss, a friend to aid!

XIII — God the Radiant

1 With this mine homage I invoke God for you, the Giver of strength, dear, wisest, skilled in noble worship, immortal, messenger of all.

2 His two red horses, all-supporting, let him yoke: let him, well-worshipped, urge them fast! Then hath the worship good prayers and happy end, the heavenly gift of wealth to men.

XIV — The Dawn

1 Advancing, sending forth her rays, the daughter of the Sky is seen. The mighty one lays bare the darkness with her eye, the friendly Lady makes the light.

2 The Sun ascending, the refulgent star, pours down his beams, together with the Dawn. O Dawn, at thine arising, and the Sun's, may we attain the share allotted us!

XV — The Morning Prayers

1 These morning prayers call you at the break of day. For help have I invoked you rich in power and might: for, house by house, ye visit all.

2 Ye, heroes, have bestowed wonderful nourishment: send it to him whose songs are sweet. One-minded, both of you, drive your car down to us: accept ye the savoury gift!

XVI — The Purifying Provision of God

1 After his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from the Sage who wins a thousand spoils.

2 In aspect he is like the Sun: he runneth forward to the lakes: seven currents flowing to the sky.

3 He, while they purify him, stands high over all things that exist, a gift of God as the sun is His sign.

XVII — The Purifying Provision of God

1 By generation long ago this gift, engendered for the righteous, flows tawny to the straining cloth.

2 According to primeval plan this poet hath been strengthened by the sage for all the righteous.

3 Shedding the ancient fluid thou art poured into the cleansing sieve.

XVIII — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Bring near us those who stand aloof: strike fear into our enemy: O Purifier, find us wealth!

2 To him the active, nobly born.

3 Sing ye your songs to him, O men!

XIX — The Purifying Provision of God

1 The streams skilled in song, the waves, have led the water forward, like buffaloes speeding to the woods.

2 With stream of worship the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store of kine into the wooden vats.

3 To the Mighty, to the Wind, to the All-Seeing, to the All-Pervading and the angels let the juices flow expressed.

XX — The Purifying Provision of God

1 For the feast of the righteous, river-like he hath swelled with surge, sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes, into the vat that drops with sweetness.

2 Like a dear son how must he be decked, the bright and shining one hath clad him in his robe. Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their hands.

XXI — The Purifying Provision of God

1 The rapture-shedding streams have flowed forth in our assembly, pressed to glorify our liberal lords.

2 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn: like a steed he is bathed in milk.

3 And the maidens onward urge the tawny-coloured with the stones, for the Mighty, for his drink.

XXII — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Herewith flow on, thou friend of the righteous! Singing, thou runnest round the sieve on every side. The streams of sweetness have been effused.

2 Lovely, gold-coloured, on he flows.

3 For him who presses, of the juice.