Rig Veda
kva tyā valgū puruhūtādya dūto na stomo 'vidan namasvān ā yo arvāṅ nāsatyā vavarta preṣṭhā hy asatho asya manman
Where hath the hymn with reverence, like an envoy, found both fair Gods to-day, invoked of many- Hymn that hath brought the two Nasatyas hither? To this man's thought be ye, both Gods, most friendly.
aram me gantaṃ havanāyāsmai gṛṇānā yathā pibātho andhaḥ pari ha tyad vartir yātho riṣo na yat paro nāntaras tuturyāt
Come readily to this mine invocation, lauded with songs, that ye may drink the juices. Compass this house to keep it from the foeman, that none may force it, either near or distant.
akāri vām andhaso varīmann astāri barhiḥ suprāyaṇatamam uttānahasto yuvayur vavandā vāṃ nakṣanto adraya āñjan
Juice in wide room hath been prepared to feast you: for you the grass is strewn, most soft to tread on. With lifted hands your servant hath adored you. Yearningfor you the press-stones shed the liquid.
ūrdhvo vām agnir adhvareṣv asthāt pra rātir eti jūrṇinī ghṛtācī pra hotā gūrtamanā urāṇo 'yukta yo nāsatyā havīman
Agni uplifts him at your sacrifices: forth goes the oblation dropping oil and glowing. Up stands the grateful-minded priest, elected, appointed to invoke the two Nasatyas.
adhi śriye duhitā sūryasya rathaṃ tasthau purubhujā śatotim pra māyābhir māyinā bhūtam atra narā nṛtū janiman yajñiyānām
Lords of great wealth! for glory, Surya's Daughter mounted your car that brings a hundred succours. Famed for your magic arts were ye, magicians! amid the race of Gods, ye dancing Heroes!
yuvaṃ śrībhir darśatābhir ābhiḥ śubhe puṣṭim ūhathuḥ sūryāyāḥ pra vāṃ vayo vapuṣe 'nu paptan nakṣad vāṇī suṣṭutā dhiṣṇyā vām
Ye Twain, with these your glories fair to look on, brought, to win victory, rich gifts for Surya. After you flew your birds, marvels of beauty: dear to our hearts! the song, well lauded, reached you.
ā vāṃ vayo 'śvāso vahiṣṭhā abhi prayo nāsatyā vahantu pra vāṃ ratho manojavā asarjīṣaḥ pṛkṣa iṣidho anu pūrvīḥ
May your winged coursers, best to draw. Nasatyas! convey you to the object of your wishes. Swift as the thought, your car hath been sent onward to food of many a sort and dainty viands.
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Lords of great wealth, manifold is your bounty: ye filled our cow with food that never faileth. Lovers of sweetness! yours are praise and singers, and poured libations which have sought your favour.
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Mine were two mares of Puraya, brown, swift-footed; a hundred with Sumidha, food with Peruk Sanda gave ten gold-decked and well-trained horses, tame and obedient and of lofty stature.
saṃ vāṃ śatā nāsatyā sahasrāśvānām purupanthā gire dāt bharadvājāya vīra nū gire dād dhatā rakṣāṃsi purudaṃsasā syuḥ
Nasatyas! Purupanthas offered hundreds, thousands of steeds to him who sang your praises, Gave, Heroes! to the singer Bharadvaja. Ye-Wonder-Workers, let the fiends be slaughtered.
ā vāṃ sumne variman sūribhiḥ ṣyām
May I with princes share your bliss in freedom.