I The Gift of God

1 Forward have flowed the streams of power, of this the mighty gift,

Of that which serves the angels.

2 The singers praise it with their song, and learned priests adorn the steed

Born as the light that merits laud.

3 These things thou winnest quickly, while men cleanse thee, Soma, nobly rich!

II God the Mighty

1 This scholar, comer at the due time, named the Mighty, is renowned and praised.

2 To Thee alone, O Lord of Strength, go, as it were, all songs of praise.

3 Like streams of water on their way, let bounties, O Lord, flow from Thee!

III God the Mighty

1 Even as a car to give us aid, we draw Thee nigh to favour us,

Strong in Thy deeds, quelling attack, Lord, mightiest of the brave.

2 Great in Thy power and wisdom, strong, with thought that comprehendeth all!

Wide hast Thou spread in majesty.

3 Thou very mighty One, whose hands by virtue of Thy greatness wield

The golden bolt that breaks its way!

IV God the Radiant

1 He who hath lighted up the joyous castle, wise courser like the steed of cloudy heaven,

Bright like the sun with hundredfold existence.

2 He, doubly born, hath spread in His effulgence through the three luminous realms, through all

the regions,

Best in worship where waters gather.

3 Doubly born, He through His love of glory hath in His keeping all things worth the

choosing.

The man who brings Him gifts hath noble offspring.

V God the Radiant

1 O Lord, with hymns may we now accomplish that which Thou lovest,

Strength, like a horse auspicious, with service!

2 For, Lord, Thou art now the promoter of strength auspicious,

Lofty devotion, power effective.

3 Through these our praises, come Thou to meet us, bright as the sunlight,

Kindly with all Thy faces!

VI God the Radiant

1 All-knowing, bright-hued, refulgent gift of Dawn.

Lord, this day to him who gives in charity bring the angels who waken with the morn!

2 For Thou art the bearer of our offerings, well-loved, and guide of holy rites.

Accordant with the Asvins and with Dawn grant us heroic strength and lofty fame!

VII God the Mighty

1 The Old hath waked the young Moon from his slumber who runs his circling course with many

round him.

Behold the high wisdom of God in its greatness: he who died yesterday to-day is living.

2 Strong is the red Bird in his strength, great hero, who from of old hath had no nest to dwell in.

That which He knows is truth and never idle: He wins and gives the wealth desired of many.

3 Through these the Thunderer gained strong manly vigour, through whom he waxed in strength to

slay Vritra;

These who through might of actual operation sprang forth as angels in course of Law and Order.

VIII The Angels

1 Here is the Soma ready pressed: of this the Maruts, yea, of this

The self-luminous Asvins are the servants.

2 Of this, moreover, purified, set in three places, procreant,

God the All-Seeing, the Friend, and the Giver of Honour are the Lords.

3 Yea, the Mighty One, like the priest, in the early morning

Receives the thanks of the milky juice.

IX The Light-giver

1 Verily, O Light-giver, Thou art great; truly, O Lord of Light, Thou art great.

O most admired for greatness of Thy majesty, God, by Thy greatness Thou art great.

2 Yea, Thou art great in fame: Thou evermore, O God, art great.

Thou by Thy greatness art the Lord of the angels, divine, far-spread unconquerable light.

X God the Mighty

1 Come, Lord of rapturous joys, to our gathering with Thy bay steeds, come

With bay steeds to our flowing juice!

2 Known as best Vritra-slayer of old, as the Mighty of a hundred powers, come

With bay steeds to our flowing juice!

3 For, Vritra-slayer, Thou art He who hath given these drops of Soma; come

With bay steeds to our flowing juice!

XI God the Mighty

1 Bring to the Wise, the Great, who waxeth mighty, your gifts and make ready your devotion.

Go forth to many tribes as man's guide!

2 For the Sublime, the far-pervading, have singers generated prayer and praises;

The sages never violate His statutes.

3 The choirs have established Him King for ever for victory, Him whose anger is resistless:

And for the Lord of the bays strengthened those He loveth.

XII God the Mighty

1 If I, O Lord, were the lord of riches ample as Thine own,

I would support the singer, O God who scatterest wealth! and not abandon him to woe.

2 Each day would I enrich the man who sang my praise, in whatsoever place he were.

No kinship is there better, Bountiful One, than Thine: a father even is no more.

XIII God the Mighty

1 Hear the call of the juice-pressing stone: mark Thou the sage's hymn who sings and

lauds Thee!

Take to Thine inmost knowledge these adorations!

2 I know and ne'er forget the hymns and praises of Thee, the conqueror, of Thy power immortal.

Thy name I ever utter, self-refulgent!

3 Among mankind many are those who give thanks, and many a time the pious sage invokes Thee.

O Bountiful One, be not long distant from us!

XIV God the Mighty

1 Sing strength to the Mighty One, who shall set his chariot in the foremost

place!

Giver of room in closest fight, slayer of foes in shock of war, be Thou our great encourager! Let

the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak enemies!

2 Thou didst destroy the Dragon: Thou sentest the rivers down to Earth.

Foeless, O Lord, wast Thou. Thou tendest well each choicest thing. Therefore we draw us

close to Thee. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak enemies!

Destroyed be all malignities and all our enemy's designs!

3 Thy bolt Thou castest at the foe, O Lord, who would smite us dead: Thy liberal bounty gives us

wealth. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak enemies!

XV God the Mighty

1 Rich be the praiser of one rich and liberal, Lord of days, like Thee!

High rank be his who gives thanks for the provision!

2 His wealth who hath no store of kine hath ne'er found out recited laud,

Nor song of praises that is sung.

3 Give us not, O Lord, as a prey unto the scornful or the proud:

Help, mighty One, with power and might!

XVI God the Mighty

1 Come hither, O Lord, with Thy bays, come Thou to Kanva's eulogy!

Ye by command of the God of the day-lit heaven have gone to heaven.

2 The stones' rim shakes the Soma here like a wolf worrying a sheep.

Ye by command of the God of the day-lit heaven have gone to heaven.

3 May the stone bring Thee as it speaks, the Soma-stone with ringing voice!

Ye by command of the God of the day-lit heaven have gone to heaven.

XVII The Gift of God

1 For the Mighty One flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing delight!

2 Bright, meditating sacred song, these juices have sent the wind forth.

3 They were sent forth to feed the angels, like chariots speeding in the race.

XVIII God the Radiant

1 I deem Him our Priest, munificent wealth-giver, Son of Strength, who knoweth all that

is, even as the Sage who knoweth all.

Lord of fair rites, a God turning to the angels, He, when the flame hath sprung

forth from the holy oil, the offered fatness, longs for it as it grows bright.

2 We, worshipping, call on the best worshipper, eldest of the Angirasas, singer! with hymns, Thee,

brilliant One! with singers' hymn;

Thee, wandering round, as 'twere the sky, Thee who art Priest of men, whom, Bull with

hair of flame, the people must observe, that he speed them on.

3 He with His blazing Power refulgent far and wide, He verily it is who conquers demon foes,

conquers the demons like an axe:

At whose close touch things solid part and what is stable yields; He keeps His ground and

flinches not like trees. Subduing all, He flinches not from the skilled archer.