Rig Veda 5.43

ā dhenavaḥ payasā tūrṇyarthā amardhantīr upa no yantu madhvā maho rāye bṛhatīḥ sapta vipro mayobhuvo jaritā johavīti

May the Milch-cows who hasten to their object come harmless unto us with liquid sweetness. The Singer, lauding, calls, for ample riches, the Seven Mighty Ones who bring enjoyment.

ā suṣṭutī namasā vartayadhyai dyāvā vājāya pṛthivī amṛdhre pitā mātā madhuvacāḥ suhastā bhare bhare no yaśasāv aviṣṭām

With reverence and fair praise will I bring hither, for sake of strength, exhaustless Earth and Heaven. Father and Mother, sweet of speech, fairhanded, may they, far-famed, in every fight protect us.

adhvaryavaś cakṛvāṃso madhūni pra vāyave bharata cāru śukram hoteva naḥ prathamaḥ pāhy asya deva madhvo rarimā te madāya

Adhvaryus, make the sweet libations ready, and bring the beautiful bright juice to Vayu. God, as our Priest, be thou the first to drink it: we give thee of the mead to make thee joyful.

daśa kṣipo yuñjate bāhū adriṃ somasya yā śamitārā suhastā madhvo rasaṃ sugabhastir giriṣṭhāṃ caniścadad duduhe śukram aṃśuḥ

Two arms-the Soma's dexterous immolators-and the ten fingers set and fix the press-stone. The stalk hath poured, fair with its spreading branches, the mead's bright glittering juice that dwells on mountains.

asāvi te jujuṣāṇāya somaḥ kratve dakṣāya bṛhate madāya harī rathe sudhurā yoge arvāg indra priyā kṛṇuhi hūyamānaḥ

The Soma hath been pressed for thee, its lover, to give thee power and might and high enjoyment. Invoked, turn hither in thy car, O Indra, at need, thy two well-trained and dear Bay Horses.

ā no mahīm aramatiṃ sajoṣā gnāṃ devīṃ namasā rātahavyām madhor madāya bṛhatīm ṛtajñām āgne vaha pathibhir devayānaiḥ

Bring by God-traversed paths, accordant, Agni, the great Aramati, Celestial Lady, Exalted, worshipped with our gifts and homage, who knoweth holy Law, to drink sweet Soma.

añjanti yam prathayanto na viprā vapāvantaṃ nāgninā tapantaḥ pitur na putra upasi preṣṭha ā gharmo agnim ṛtayann asādi

As on his father's lap the son, the darling, so on the fire is set the sacred caldron, Which holy singers deck, as if extending and heating that which holds the fatty membrane.

acchā mahī bṛhatī śantamā gīr dūto na gantv aśvinā huvadhyai mayobhuvā sarathā yātam arvāg gantaṃ nidhiṃ dhuram āṇir na nābhim

Hither, as herald to invite the Asvins, come the great lofty song, most sweet and pleasant! Come in one car, joy-givers! to the banquet, like the bolt binding pole and nave, come hither.

pra tavyaso namauktiṃ turasyāham pūṣṇa uta vāyor adikṣi yā rādhasā coditārā matīnāṃ yā vājasya draviṇodā uta tman

I have declared this speech of adoration to mightiest Pushan and victorious Vayu, Who by their bounty are the hymns' inspirers, and of themselves give power as a possession.

ā nāmabhir maruto vakṣi viśvān ā rūpebhir jātavedo huvānaḥ yajñaṃ giro jarituḥ suṣṭutiṃ ca viśve ganta maruto viśva ūtī

Invoked by us bring hither, Jatavedas the Maruts all under their names and figures. Come to the sacrifice with aid all Maruts, all to the songs and praises of the singer!

ā no divo bṛhataḥ parvatād ā sarasvatī yajatā gantu yajñam havaṃ devī jujuṣāṇā ghṛtācī śagmāṃ no vācam uśatī śṛṇotu

From high heaven may Sarasvati the Holy visit our sacrifice, and from the mountain. Eager, propitious, may the balmy Goddess hear our effectual speech, our invocation.

ā vedhasaṃ nīlapṛṣṭham bṛhantam bṛhaspatiṃ sadane sādayadhvam sādadyoniṃ dama ā dīdivāṃsaṃ hiraṇyavarṇam aruṣaṃ sapema

Set in his seat the God whose back is dusky, Brihaspati the lofty, the Disposer. Him let us worship, set within the dwelling, the red, the golden-hued, the all resplendent.

ā dharṇasir bṛhaddivo rarāṇo viśvebhir gantv omabhir huvānaḥ gnā vasāna oṣadhīr amṛdhras tridhātuśṛṅgo vṛṣabho vayodhāḥ

May the Sustainer, high in heaven, come hither, the Bounteous One, invoked, with all his favours, Dweller with Dames divine, with plants, unwearied, the Steer with triple horn, the life-bestower.

mātuṣ pade parame śukra āyor vipanyavo rāspirāso agman suśevyaṃ namasā rātahavyāḥ śiśum mṛjanty āyavo na vāse

The tuneful eloquent priests of him who liveth have sought the Mother's bright and loftiest station. As living men, with offered gifts and homage they deck the most auspicious Child to clothe him.

bṛhad vayo bṛhate tubhyam agne dhiyājuro mithunāsaḥ sacanta devo devaḥ suhavo bhūtu mahyam mā no mātā pṛthivī durmatau dhāt

Agni, great vital power is thine, the mighty: pairs waxing old in their devotion seek thee. May every Deity be swift to listen, and Mother Earth with no ill thought regard me.

urau devā anibādhe syāma

Gods, may we dwell in free untroubled bliss.

sam aśvinor avasā nūtanena mayobhuvā supraṇītī gamema ā no rayiṃ vahatam ota vīrān ā viśvāny amṛtā saubhagāni

May we obtain the Asvins' newest favour, and gain their health-bestowing happy guidance. Bring riches hither unto us, and heroes, and all felicity and joy, Immortals!