ṛdhag itthā sa martyaḥ śaśame devatātaye yo nūnam mitrāvaruṇāv abhiṣṭaya ācakre havyadātaye
Yea, specially that mortal man hath toiled for service of the Gods, Who quickly hath brought near Mitra and Varuna. to share his sacrificial gifts.
Rig Veda
ṛdhag itthā sa martyaḥ śaśame devatātaye yo nūnam mitrāvaruṇāv abhiṣṭaya ācakre havyadātaye
Yea, specially that mortal man hath toiled for service of the Gods, Who quickly hath brought near Mitra and Varuna. to share his sacrificial gifts.
varṣiṣṭhakṣatrā urucakṣasā narā rājānā dīrghaśruttamā tā bāhutā na daṃsanā ratharyataḥ sākaṃ sūryasya raśmibhiḥ
Supreme in sovran power, far-sighted, Chiefs and Kings, most swift to hear from far away, Both, wondrously, set them in motion as with arms, in company with Surya's beams.
pra yo vām mitrāvaruṇājiro dūto adravat ayaḥśīrṣā maderaghuḥ
The rapid messenger who runs before you, Mitra-Varuna, with iron head, swift to the draught,
na yaḥ saṃpṛcche na punar havītave na saṃvādāya ramate tasmān no adya samṛter uruṣyatam bāhubhyāṃ na uruṣyatam
He whom no man may question, none may summon back, who stands not still for colloquy,- From hostile clash with him keep ye us safe this day: keep us in safety with your arms.
pra mitrāya prāryamṇe sacathyam ṛtāvaso varūthyaṃ varuṇe chandyaṃ vaca stotraṃ rājasu gāyata
To Aryaman and Mitra sing a reverent song, O pious one, A pleasant hymn that shall protect to Varuna: sing forth a laud unto the Kings.
te hinvire aruṇaṃ jenyaṃ vasv ekam putraṃ tisṝṇām te dhāmāny amṛtā martyānām adabdhā abhi cakṣate
The true, Red Treasure they have sent, one only Son born of the Three. They, the Immortal Ones, never deceived, survey the families of mortal men.
ā me vacāṃsy udyatā dyumattamāni kartvā ubhā yātaṃ nāsatyā sajoṣasā prati havyāni vītaye
My songs are lifted up, and acts most splendid are to be performed. Come hither, ye Nasatyas, with accordant mind, to meet and to enjoy my gifts.
rātiṃ yad vām arakṣasaṃ havāmahe yuvābhyāṃ vājinīvasū prācīṃ hotrām pratirantāv itaṃ narā gṛṇānā jamadagninā
Lords of great wealth, when we invoke your bounty which no demon checks, Both of you, furthering our eastward-offered praise, come, Chiefs whom Jamadagni lauds!
ā no yajñaṃ divispṛśaṃ vāyo yāhi sumanmabhiḥ antaḥ pavitra upari śrīṇāno 'yaṃ śukro ayāmi te
Come, Vayu, drawn by fair hymns, to our sacrifice that reaches heaven. Poured on the middle of the straining cloth, and cooked, this bright drink hath been offered chalice.
vety adhvaryuḥ pathibhī rajiṣṭhaiḥ prati havyāni vītaye adhā niyutva ubhayasya naḥ piba śuciṃ somaṃ gavāśiram
He comes by straightest paths, as ministering Priest, to taste the sacrificial gifts. Then, Lord of harnessed teams I drink of the twofold draught, bright Soma mingled with the milk.
baṇ mahāṁ asi sūrya baᄆ āditya mahāṁ asi mahas te sato mahimā panasyate 'ddhā deva mahāṁ asi
Verily, Surya, thou art great; truly, Aditya, thou art great. As thou art great indeed, thy greatness is admired: yea, verily, thou, God, art great.
baṭ sūrya śravasā mahāṁ asi satrā deva mahāṁ asi mahnā devānām asuryaḥ purohito vibhu jyotir adābhyam
Yea, Surya, thou art great in fame thou evermore, O God, art great. Thou by thy greatness art the Gods' High Priest, divine, far-spread unconquerable light.
iyaṃ yā nīcy arkiṇī rūpā rohiṇyā kṛtā citreva praty adarśy āyaty antar daśasu bāhuṣu
She yonder, bending lowly down, clothed in red hues and rich in rays, Is seen, advancing as it were with various tints, amid the ten surrounding arms.
prajā ha tisro atyāyam īyur ny anyā arkam abhito viviśre bṛhaddha tasthau bhuvaneṣv antaḥ pavamāno harita ā viveśa
Past and gone are three mortal generations: the fourth and last into the Sun hath entered. He mid the worlds his lofty place hath taken. Into green plants is gone the Purifying.
mātā rudrāṇāṃ duhitā vasūnāṃ svasādityānām amṛtasya nābhiḥ pra nu vocaṃ cikituṣe janāya mā gām anāgām aditiṃ vadhiṣṭa
The Rudras' Mother, Daughter of the Vasus, centre of nectar, the Adityas' Sister- To folk who understand will 1 proclaim it-injure not Aditi, the Cow, the sinless.
vacovidaṃ vācam udīrayantīṃ viśvābhir dhībhir upatiṣṭhamānām devīṃ devebhyaḥ pary eyuṣīṃ gām ā māvṛkta martyo dabhracetāḥ
Weak-minded men have as a cow adopted me who came hither from the Gods, a Goddess, Who, skilled in eloquence, her voice uplifteth, who standeth near at hand with all devotions.