I God the Radiant

1 Wise is the Radiant One, in the ancient way, making His creation beautiful,

Exalted by the sage.

2 I invoke the Child of Strength, whose glow is bright and pure,

In this well-ordered worship.

3 So, O Radiant One, rich in many friends, with fiery splendour be near.

With the angels upon our sacred grass!

II The Gift of God

1 O Thou with stones for arms, Thy powers, rending the fiends, have raised themselves:

Drive off the foes who compass us.

2 Hence conquering with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked,

With fearless heart will I sing praise.

3 None, evil-minded, may assail this pure one's holy laws.

Crush him who fain would fight with Thee!

4 For the Mighty One to the streams they urge the tawny rapture-dropping steed,

Indu, the bringer of delight.

III God the Mighty

1 Come hither, O Mighty One, with bay steeds, joyous, with tails like peacocks' plumes!

Let no men check Thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o'er them as o'er desert lands!

2 Vritra's devourer, He who burst the cloud, brake forts, and drave the floods,

The Mighty, who mounts His chariot at His bay steeds' cry, shatters e'en things that stand most firm.

3 Like pools of water deep and full, like kine Thou cherishest Thy might;

Like the milch-cows that go well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.

IV God the Mighty

1 Even as the wild bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool,

Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas be pleased with our gratitude!

2 May the drops gladden us, Lord, and obtain bounty for him who pours the juice!

Soma, shed in the press, Thou hast given us, and hence hast won surpassing glory.

V God the Mighty

1 Thou, God, O mightiest, verily blessest mortal man.

O Bountiful, there is no comforter but Thou: O Lord, I speak my words to Thee.

2 Let not Thy bounteous gifts, let not Thy saving help all fail us, good Lord, at any time!

And measure out to us, Thou lover of mankind, all riches hitherward from men.

VI Dawn

1 This lady, excellent and kind, after her sister shining forth, daughter of Heaven, hath shown

herself.

2 Red, like a mare, and beautiful, holy, the mother of the kine, The Dawn became the friend of the Asvins.

3 Yea, and thou art the Asvins' friend, the mother of the cows art thou: O Dawn, thou rulest over

wealth.

VII The Asvins

1 Now Morning with her earliest light shines forth, dear daughter of the Sky:

High, O Asvins, I extol your praise.

2 Children of Ocean, mighty ones, discoverers of riches, angels,

Finders of treasure through our prayer!

3 Your lofty coursers hasten over the everlasting realm, when your car flies with winged steeds.

VIII Dawn

1 O Dawn who hast a store of wealth, bring unto us that splendid gift

Wherewith we may support children and children's sons.

2 Thou radiant lady of sweet strains, with wealth of horses and of kine

Shine thou on us this day, O Dawn, auspiciously.

3 O Dawn who hast a store of wealth, yoke red steeds to thy car to-day.

Then bring us all delight and all felicities.

IX The Asvins

1 O Asvins, wonderful in act, do ye unanimous direct

Your chariot to our home wealthy in kine and gold!

2 Hither may they who wake at dawn bring both the angels,

Health-givers, wonder-workers, borne on paths of gold!

3 Ye who brought down the hymn from heaven, a light that giveth light to men,

Do ye, O Asvins, bring strength hither unto us!

X God the Radiant

1 I think of the Kind One, whom, as their home, the milch-kine seek;

Whom fleet-foot coursers seek as home, and strong enduring steeds as home.

Bring food to those who sing Thy praise!

2 For the God of all mankind gives the strong courser to the man.

He gives ready gear for wealth, He gives the best when He is pleased.

Bring food to those who sing Thy praise!

3 The One who is praised as kind, to whom the milch-kine come, in herds,

To whom the racers, swift of foot, to whom our well-born princes come.

Bring food to those who sing Thy praise!

XI Dawn

1 O heavenly Dawn, awaken us to ample opulence today,

Even as thou didst waken us with Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high-born! delightful with thy

steeds!

2 Daughter of heaven, thou dawnedst on Sunitha, Suchadratha's son;

So dawn thou on one mightier still, on Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high-born! delightful with thy

steeds!

3 So bringing treasure, shine to-day on us, thou daughter of the Sky,

As on one mightier thou hast dawned, on Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high-born! delightful with

thy steeds!

XII The Asvins

1 To meet your treasure-bringing car, the car that is most dear to us,

O Asvins, the Rishi is prepared, your fellow servant, with songs of praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear

my call.

2 Pass, Asvins, over all away. May I obtain you for myself,

Wonderful, with your golden paths, most gracious, bringers of the flood! Lovers of sweetness,

hear my call!

3 Come to us, O ye Asvins twain, bringing your precious treasures, come,

Ye healers, on your paths of gold, rejoicing, with your store of wealth! Lovers of sweetness,

hear my call!

XIII God the Radiant

1 The light is wakened by the people's fuel to meet the Dawn who cometh like a milch-cow.

Like young trees shooting up on high their branches, His flames mounting to the vault of heaven.

2 For the worship of God hath the priest been wakened: the kind Lord hath arisen erect at morning.

Kindled, His radiant might is made apparent, and the great God hath set us free from darkness.

3 When he hath roused the line of his attendants, with the bright milk the bright light is anointed.

Then is prepared the effectual offering, which spread in front, with tongues erect, it is consumed.

XIV Dawn

1 This light is come, amid all lights the fairest: born is the brilliant, far-extending brightness.

Night, sent away for the sun's uprising, hath yielded up a birthplace for the morning.

2 The fair, the bright is come with her white offspring; to her the Dark one hath resigned her

dwelling.

Akin, following each other, changing their colours both the heavens move onward.

3 Common, unending is the sisters' pathway: taught by the angels alternately they travel,

Fair-formed, of different hues and yet one-minded, Night and Dawn clash not, neither do they

tarry.

XV The Asvins

1 The bright face of the Dawns is shining: the singers' pious voices have ascended.

Borne on your chariot, Asvins, turn you hither, and come unto our brimming warm gathering!

2 Most frequent guests, they scorn not what is ready: even now the lauded Asvins are beside us.

With promptest aid they come at morn and evening, the worshipper's most healthful guards from

trouble.

3 Yea, come at milking-time, at early morning, at noon of day, and when the sun is setting,

By day, at night, with most auspicious favour! Not only now the draught hath drawn the Asvins.

XVI Dawn

1 These Dawns have raised their banner: in the eastern half of middle air they spread abroad

their shining light.

Like heroes who prepare their weapons for the fray, the cows are coming on, the mothers, red of

hue.

2 Rapidly have the ruddy beams of light shot up: the red cows have they harnessed, easy to be

yoked.

The Dawns have made their pathways as in former times: red-hued, they have attained refulgent

brilliancy.

3 They sing their song like women active in their tasks, along their common path hither from far

away,

Bringing refreshment to the liberal devotee, yea, all things to the worshipper who pours the juice.

XVII The Asvins

1 The light is wakened: the sun riseth from the earth. Bright Dawn hath opened out the mighty twain

with light.

The Asvins have equipped their chariot for the course. God the Light-giver hath roused the world in

sundry ways.

2 When, O ye Asvins, ye equip your mighty car, with fatness and with honey balm, ye twain,

our power!

To our devotion give victorious strength in war: may we win riches in the heroes' strife for spoil!

3 Nigh to us come the Asvins' lauded three-wheeled car, the car laden with meath and drawn by

fleet-foot steeds,

Three-seated, opulent, bestowing all delight: may it bring weal to us, to cattle and to men!

XVIII The Gift of God

1 Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,

To bring a thousand stores of wealth.

2 It flows beholding on its way all well-beloved sacred lore,

Green-tinted, brandishing its arms.

3 When the people deck it like a docile king of elephants,

It sits as a falcon in the wood.

4 So bring Thou hitherward to us, Indu, while Thou art purified,

All treasures both of heaven and earth!