Rig Veda
stuṣe narā divo asya prasantāśvinā huve jaramāṇo arkaiḥ yā sadya usrā vyuṣi jmo antān yuyūṣataḥ pary urū varāṃsi
I laud the Heroes Twain, this heaven's Controllers: singing with songs of praise I call the Asvins, Fain in a moment, when the morns are breaking, to part the earth's ends and the spacious regions.
tā yajñam ā śucibhiś cakramāṇā rathasya bhānuṃ rurucū rajobhiḥ purū varāṃsy amitā mimānāpo dhanvāny ati yātho ajrān
Moving to sacrifice through realms of lustre they light the radiance of the car that bears them. Traversing many wide unmeasured spaces, over the wastes ye pass, and fields, and waters.
tā ha tyad vartir yad aradhram ugretthā dhiya ūhathuḥ śaśvad aśvaiḥ manojavebhir iṣiraiḥ śayadhyai pari vyathir dāśuṣo martyasya
Ye to that bounteous path of yours, ye mighty, have ever borne away our thoughts with horses, Mind-swift and full of vigour, that the trouble of man who offers gifts might cease and slumber.
tā navyaso jaramāṇasya manmopa bhūṣato yuyujānasaptī śubham pṛkṣam iṣam ūrjaṃ vahantā hotā yakṣat pratno adhrug yuvānā
So ye, when ye have yoked your chariothorses, come to the hymn of the most recent singer. Our true and ancient Herald Priest shall bring you, the Youthful, bearing splendour, food, and vigour.
tā valgū dasrā puruśākatamā pratnā navyasā vacasā vivāse yā śaṃsate stuvate śambhaviṣṭhā babhūvatur gṛṇate citrarātī
With newest hymn I call those Wonder-Workers, ancient and brilliant, and exceeding mighty, Bringers of bliss to him who lauds and praises, bestowing varied bounties on the singer.
tā bhujyuṃ vibhir adbhyaḥ samudrāt tugrasya sūnum ūhathū rajobhiḥ areṇubhir yojanebhir bhujantā patatribhir arṇaso nir upasthāt
So ye, with birds, out of the sea and waters bore Bhujyu, son of Tugra, through the regions. Speeding with winged steeds through dustless spaces, out of the bosom of the flood they bore him.
vi jayuṣā rathyā yātam adriṃ śrutaṃ havaṃ vṛṣaṇā vadhrimatyāḥ daśasyantā śayave pipyathur gām iti cyavānā sumatim bhuraṇyū
Victors, car-borne, ye rent the rock asunder: Bulls, heard the calling of the eunuch's consort. Bounteous, ye filled the cow with milk for Sayu: thus, swift and zealous Ones, ye showed your favour.
yad rodasī pradivo asti bhūmā heﾱo devānām uta martyatrā tad ādityā vasavo rudriyāso rakṣoyuje tapur aghaṃ dadhāta
Whate'er from olden time, Heaven, Earth! existeth great object of the wrath of Gods and mortals, Make that, Adityas, Vasus, sons of Rudra, an evil brand to one allied with demons.
ya īṃ rājānāv ṛtuthā vidadhad rajaso mitro varuṇaś ciketat gambhīrāya rakṣase hetim asya droghāya cid vacasa ānavāya
May he who knows, as Varuna and Mitra, air's realm, appointing both the Kings in season, Against the secret fiend cast forth his weapon, against the lying words that strangers utter.
antaraiś cakrais tanayāya vartir dyumatā yātaṃ nṛvatā rathena sanutyena tyajasā martyasya vanuṣyatām api śīrṣā vavṛktam
Come to our home with friendly wheels, for offipring; come on your radiant chariot rich in heroes. Strike off, ye Twain, the heads of our assailants who with man's treacherous attack approach us.
ā paramābhir uta madhyamābhir niyudbhir yātam avamābhir arvāk dṛﾱhasya cid gomato vi vrajasya duro vartaṃ gṛṇate citrarātī
Come hitherward to us with teams of horses, the highest and the midmost and the lowest. Bountiful Lords, throw open to the singer doors e'en of the firm-closed stall of cattle.