Rig Veda
ṛtena ṛtam apihitaṃ dhruvaṃ vāṃ sūryasya yatra vimucanty aśvān daśa śatā saha tasthus tad ekaṃ devānāṃ śreṣṭhaṃ vapuṣām apaśyam
By your high Law firm order is established there where they loose for travel Surya's horses. Ten hundred stood together: there I looked on this the most marvellous Deities' one chief glory.
viśvāḥ pinvathaḥ svasarasya dhenā anu vām ekaḥ pavir ā vavarta
This, Mitra-Varuna, is your special greatness: floods that stood there they with the days attracted. Ye cause to flow all voices of the cow pen: your single chariot felly hath rolled hither.
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O Mitra-Varuna, ye by your greatness, both Kings, have firmly stablished earth and heaven, Ye caused the cows to stream, the plants to flourish, and, scattering swift drops, sent down the rain-flood.
ā vām aśvāsaḥ suyujo vahantu yataraśmaya upa yantv arvāk ghṛtasya nirṇig anu vartate vām upa sindhavaḥ pradivi kṣaranti
Let your well-harnessed horses bear you hither: hitherward let them come with reins drawn tightly. A covering cloud of sacred oil attends you, and your streams flow to us from days aforetime.
anu śrutām amatiṃ vardhad urvīm barhir iva yajuṣā rakṣamāṇā namasvantā dhṛtadakṣādhi garte mitrāsāthe varuṇeﾱāsv antaḥ
To make the lustre wider and more famous, guarding the sacred grass with veneration, Ye, Mitra-Varuna, firm, strong, awe-inspiring, are seated on a throne amid oblations.
akravihastā sukṛte paraspā yaṃ trāsāthe varuṇeﾱāsv antaḥ rājānā kṣatram ahṛṇīyamānā sahasrasthūṇam bibhṛthaḥ saha dvau
With hands that shed no blood, guarding the pious, whom, Varuna, ye save amid oblations. Ye Twain, together, Kings of willing spirit, uphold dominion based on thousand pillars.
hiraṇyanirṇig ayo asya sthūṇā vi bhrājate divy aśvājanīva bhadre kṣetre nimitā tilvile vā sanema madhvo adhigartyasya
Adorned with gold, its columns are of iron. in heaven it glitters like a whip for horses; Or stablished on a field deep-spoiled and fruitful. So may we share the meath that loads your car-seat.
hiraṇyarūpam uṣaso vyuṣṭāv ayasthūṇam uditā sūryasya ā rohatho varuṇa mitra gartam ataś cakṣāthe aditiṃ ditiṃ ca
Ye mount your car gold-hued at break of morning, and iron-pillared when the Sun is setting, And from that place, O Varuna and Mitra, behold infinity and limitation.
yad baṃhiṣṭhaṃ nātividhe sudānū acchidraṃ śarma bhuvanasya gopā tena no mitrāvaruṇāv aviṣṭaṃ siṣāsanto jigīvāṃsaḥ syāma
Bountiful guardians of the world! the shelter that is impenetrable, strongest, flawless, Aid us with that, O Varuna and Mitra, and when we long to win may we be victors.