haviṣ kṛṇudhvam ā gamad adhvaryur vanate punaḥ vidvāṁ asya praśāsanam
Prepare oblation: let him come; and let the minister serve again Who knows the ordering thereof,
Rig Veda
haviṣ kṛṇudhvam ā gamad adhvaryur vanate punaḥ vidvāṁ asya praśāsanam
Prepare oblation: let him come; and let the minister serve again Who knows the ordering thereof,
ni tigmam abhy aṃśuṃ sīdaddhotā manāv adhi juṣāṇo asya sakhyam
Rejoicing in his friendship, let the priest be seated over man, Beside the shoot of active power.
antar icchanti taṃ jane rudram paro manīṣayā gṛbhṇanti jihvayā sasam
Him, glowing bright beyond all thought, they seek among the race of man; With him for tongue they seize the food.
jāmy atītape dhanur vayodhā aruhad vanam dṛṣadaṃ jihvayāvadhīt
He hath inflamed the twofold plain: lifegiving, he hath climbed the wood, And with his tongue hath struck the rock.
caran vatso ruśann iha nidātāraṃ na vindate veti stotava ambyam
Wandering here the radiant Calf finds none to fetter him, and seeks The Mother to declare his praise.
uto nv asya yan mahad aśvāvad yojanam bṛhat dāmā rathasya dadṛśe
And now that great and mighty team, the team of horses that are his, And traces of his car, are seen.
duhanti saptaikām upa dvā pañca sṛjataḥ tīrthe sindhor adhi svare
The seven milk a single cow; the two set other five to work, On the stream's loud-resounding bank.
ā daśabhir vivasvata indraḥ kośam acucyavīt khedayā trivṛtā divaḥ
Entreated by Vivasvan's ten, Indra cast down the water-jar With threefold hammer from the sky.
pari tridhātur adhvaraṃ jūrṇir eti navīyasī madhvā hotāro añjate
Three times the newly-kindled flame proceeds around the sacrifice: The priests anoint it with the meath.
siñcanti namasāvatam uccācakram parijmānam nīcīnabāram akṣitam
With reverence they drain the fount that circles with its wheel above, Exhaustless, with the mouth below.
abhyāram id adrayo niṣiktam puṣkare madhu avatasya visarjane
The pressing-stones are set at work: the meath is poured into the tank, At the out-shedding of the fount.
gāva upāvatāvatam mahī yajñasya rapsudā ubhā karṇā hiraṇyayā
Ye cows, protect the fount: the two Mighty Ones bless the sacrifice. The handles twain are wrought of gold.
ā sute siñcata śriyaṃ rodasyor abhiśriyam rasā dadhīta vṛṣabham
Pour on the juice the ornament which reaches both the heaven and earth Supply the liquid to the Bull.
This verse is not included in this edition.
These know their own abiding-place: like calves beside the mother cows They meet together with their kin.
upa srakveṣu bapsataḥ kṛṇvate dharuṇaṃ divi indre agnā namaḥ svaḥ
Devouring in their greedy jaws, they make sustaining food in heaven, To Indra, Agni light and prayer.
adhukṣat pipyuṣīm iṣam ūrjaṃ saptapadīm ariḥ sūryasya sapta raśmibhiḥ
The Pious One milked out rich food, sustenance dealt in portions seven, Together with the Sun's seven rays.
somasya mitrāvaruṇoditā sūra ā dade tad āturasya bheṣajam
I took some Soma when the Sun rose up, O Mitra, Varuna. That is the sick man's medicine.
uto nv asya yat padaṃ haryatasya nidhānyam pari dyāṃ jihvayātanat
From where oblations must be laid, which is the Well-beloved's home, He with his tongue hath compassed heaven.