Rig Veda 10.61

idam itthā raudraṃ gūrtavacā brahma kratvā śacyām antar ājau krāṇā yad asya pitarā maṃhaneṣṭhāḥ parṣat pakthe ahann ā sapta hotṝn

The welcome speaker in the storm of battle uttered with might this prayer to win the Asvins, When the most liberal God, for Paktha, rescued his parents, and assailed the seven Hotras.

sa id dānāya dabhyāya vanvañcyavānaḥ sūdair amimīta vedim tūrvayāṇo gūrtavacastamaḥ kṣodo na reta itaūti siñcat

Chyavana, purposing deceptive presents, with all ingredients, made the altar ready. Most sweet-voiced Turvayana poured oblations like floods of widely fertilizing water.

mano na yeṣu havaneṣu tigmaṃ vipaḥ śacyā vanutho dravantā ā yaḥ śaryābhis tuvinṛmṇo asyāśrīṇītādiśaṃ gabhastau

To his oblations, swift as thought, ye hurried, and welcomed eagerly the prayers he offered. With arrows in his hand the Very Mighty forced from him all obedience of a servant.

kṛṣṇā yad goṣv aruṇīṣu sīdad divo napātāśvinā huve vām vītam me yajñam ā gatam me annaṃ vavanvāṃsā neṣam asmṛtadhrū

I call on you the Sons of Dyaus, the Asvins, that a dark cow to my red kine be added. Enjoy my sacrifice, come to my viands contented, not deceiving expectation. '

makṣū kanāyāḥ sakhyaṃ navagvā ṛtaṃ vadanta ṛtayuktim agman dvibarhaso ya upa gopam āgur adakṣiṇāso acyutā dudukṣan

Uttering praise to suit the rite Navagvas came speedily to win the damsel's friendship. They who approached the twice-strong stable's keeper, meedless would milk the rocks that naught had shaken.

makṣū kanāyāḥ sakhyaṃ navīyo rādho na reta ṛtam it turaṇyan śuci yat te rekṇa āyajanta sabardughāyāḥ paya usriyāyāḥ

Swift was new friendship with the maid they quickly accepted it as genuine seed and bounty. Milk which the cow Sabardugha had yielded was the bright heritage which to thee they offered.

paśvā yat paścā viyutā budhanteti bravīti vaktarī rarāṇaḥ vasor vasutvā kāravo 'nehā viśvaṃ viveṣṭi draviṇam upa kṣu

When afterwards they woke- and missed the cattle, the speaker thus in joyful mood addressed them: Matchless are singers throulgh the Vasu's nature; he bringeth them all food and all possessions.

tad in nv asya pariṣadvāno agman purū sadanto nārṣadam bibhitsan vi śuṣṇasya saṃgrathitam anarvā vidat puruprajātasya guhā yat

His followers then who dwelt in sundry places came and desired too slay the son of Nrishad. Resistless foe, be found the hidden treasure of Sushna multiplied in numerous offspring.

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Thou, called Effulgence, in whose threefold dwelling, as in the light of heaven, the Gods are sitting, Thou who art called Agni or Jatavedas, Priest, hear us, guileless Priest of holy worship.

uta tyā me raudrāv arcimantā nāsatyāv indra gūrtaye yajadhyai manuṣvad vṛktabarhiṣe rarāṇā mandū hitaprayasā vikṣu yajyū

And, Indra, bring, that I may laud and serve them, those Two resplendent glorious Nasatyas, Blithe, bounteous, man-like, to the sacrificer, honoured among our men with offered viands.

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This King is praised and honoured as Ordainer: himself the bridge, the Sage speeds o'er the waters. He hath stirred up Kakshivan, stirred up Agni, as the steed's swift wheel drives the felly onward.

sa dvibandhur vaitaraṇo yaṣṭā sabardhuṃ dhenum asvaṃ duhadhyai saṃ yan mitrāvaruṇā vṛñja ukthair jyeṣṭhebhir aryamaṇaṃ varūthaiḥ

Vaitarana, doubly kinsman, sacrificer, shall milk the cow who ne'er hath calved, Sabardhu, When I encompass Varuna and Mitra with lauds, and Aryaman in safest shelter.

tadbandhuḥ sūrir divi te dhiyandhā nābhānediṣṭho rapati pra venan sā no nābhiḥ paramāsya vā ghāhaṃ tat paścā katithaś cid āsa

Their kin, the Prince in heaven, thy nearest kinsman, turning his thought to thee thus speaks in kindness: This is our highest bond: I am his offspring. How many others came ere I succeeded?

iyam me nābhir iha me sadhastham ime me devā ayam asmi sarvaḥ dvijā aha prathamajā ṛtasyedaṃ dhenur aduhaj jāyamānā

Here is my kinship, here the place I dwell in: these are my Gods; I in full strength am present. Twice-born am I, the first-born Son of Order: the Cow milked this when first she had her being.

adhāsu mandro aratir vibhāvāva syati dvivartanir vaneṣāṭ ūrdhvā yacchreṇir na śiśur dan makṣū sthiraṃ śevṛdhaṃ sūta mātā

So mid these tribes he rests, the friendly envoy, borne on two paths, refulgent Lord of fuel. When, like a line, the Babe springs up erectly, his Mother straight hath borne him strong to bless us.

adhā gāva upamātiṃ kanāyā anu śvāntasya kasya cit pareyuḥ śrudhi tvaṃ sudraviṇo nas tvaṃ yāḍ āśvaghnasya vāvṛdhe sūnṛtābhiḥ

Then went the milch-kine forth to please the damsel, and for the good of every man that liveth. Hear us, O wealthy Lord; begin our worship. Thou hast grown mighty through Asvaghna's virtues.

adha tvam indra viddhy asmān maho rāye nṛpate vajrabāhuḥ rakṣā ca no maghonaḥ pāhi sūrīn anehasas te harivo abhiṣṭau

And take thou notice of us also, Indra, for ample riches, King whose arm wields thunder! Protect our wealthy nobles, guard our princes unmenaced near thee, Lord of Tawny Coursers.

adha yad rājānā gaviṣṭau sarat saraṇyuḥ kārave jaraṇyuḥ vipraḥ preṣṭhaḥ sa hy eṣām babhūva parā ca vakṣad uta parṣad enān

When he goes forth, ye Pair of Kings, for booty, speeding to war and praise to please the singer,- I was the dearest sage of those about him,-let him lead these away and bring them safely.

adhā nv asya jenyasya puṣṭau vṛthā rebhanta īmahe tad ū nu saraṇyur asya sūnur aśvo vipraś cāsi śravasaś ca sātau

Now for this noble man's support and comfort, singing with easy voice we thus implore thee: Impetuous be his son and fleet his courser: and may I be his priest to win him glory.

yuvor yadi sakhyāyāsme śardhāya stomaṃ jujuṣe namasvān viśvatra yasminn ā giraḥ samīcīḥ pūrvīva gātur dāśat sūnṛtāyai

If, for our strength, the priest with adoration to win your friendship made the laud accepted, That laud shall be a branching road to virtue for every one to whom the songs are suited.

sa gṛṇāno adbhir devavān iti subandhur namasā sūktaiḥ vardhad ukthair vacobhir ā hi nūnaṃ vy adhvaiti payasa usriyāyāḥ

Glorified thus, with holy hymns and homage:-Of noble race, with Waters, God-attended May he enrich us for our prayers and praises: now can the cow be milked; the path is open.

ta ū ṣu ṇo maho yajatrā bhūta devāsa ūtaye sajoṣāḥ ye vājāṁ anayatā viyanto ye sthā nicetāro amūrāḥ

Be to us, then, ye Gods who merit worship, be ye of one accord our strong protection, Who went on various ways and brought us vigour, ye who are undeceivable explorers.