अनश्वो जातो अनभीशुरर्वा कनिक्रदत्पतयदूर्ध्वसानुः । अचित्तं ब्रह्म जुजुषुर्युवानः प्र मित्रे धाम वरुणे गृणन्तः
Born without a horse, without a whip, the roaring one runs, his summit raised; the young men have cherished the unintelligent hymn, singing praise to the abode of Mitra and Varuna.
आ धेनवो मामतेयमवन्तीर्ब्रह्मप्रियं पीपयन्सस्मिन्नूधन् । पित्वो भिक्षेत वयुनानि विद्वानासाविवासन्नदितिमुरुष्येत्
May the nourishing cows, devoted to the wise, bring forth abundance here; may he, knowing the ways, seek sustenance, and may he, stirring, awaken Aditi to grant vastness.
आ वां मित्रावरुणा हव्यजुष्टिं नमसा देवाववसा ववृत्याम् । अस्माकं ब्रह्म पृतनासु सह्या अस्माकं वृष्टिर्दिव्या सुपारा
Mitra and Varuna, may we turn to you with offerings cherished by you, with reverence and prayer; may our hymn be victorious in battles, may our celestial rain be most favorable.
यजामहे वां महः सजोषा हव्येभिर्मित्रावरुणा नमोभिः । घृतैर्घृतस्नू अध यद्वामस्मे अध्वर्यवो न धीतिभिर्भरन्ति
We worship you together, Mitra and Varuna, with offerings and reverence; with clarified butter, as priests carry forth your gifts to us through their thoughts.
प्रस्तुतिर्वां धाम न प्रयुक्तिरयामि मित्रावरुणा सुवृक्तिः । अनक्ति यद्वां विदथेषु होता सुम्नं वां सूरिर्वृषणावियक्षन्
Let my praise reach you, Mitra and Varuna, as a well-composed hymn; when the priest in the rituals invokes you, may the wise bring forth your favor, O mighty ones.
पीपाय धेनुरदितिरृताय जनाय मित्रावरुणा हविर्दे । हिनोति यद्वां विदथे सपर्यन्स रातहव्यो मानुषो न होता
Aditi, the nourishing cow, has poured out for truth and for the people, Mitra and Varuna, this offering; as the priest in the ritual honors you, so the human brings the gift.
उत वां विक्षु मद्यास्वन्धो गाव आपश्च पीपयन्त देवीः । उतो नो अस्य पूर्व्यः पतिर्दन्वीतं पातं पयस उस्रियायाः
Even among the intoxicating drinks and the cows and waters, the divine ones nourish you; may the ancient lord grant us the protection of the milk of the tawny cow.
विष्णोर्नु कं वीर्याणि प्र वोचं यः पार्थिवानि विममे रजांसि । यो अस्कभायदुत्तरं सधस्थं विचक्रमाणस्त्रेधोरुगायः
I shall proclaim the mighty deeds of Vishnu, who measured out the earthly realms; who established the upper abode, striding widely three times.
प्र तद्विष्णु स्तवते वीर्येण मृगो न भीमः कुचरो गिरिष्ठाः । यस्योरुषु त्रिषु विक्रमणेष्वधिक्षियन्ति भुवनानि विश्वा
Vishnu is praised for his valor, like a fierce wild beast roaming the mountains; in whose three great strides all the worlds dwell.
प्र विष्णवे शूषमेतु मन्म गिरिक्षित उरुगायाय वृष्णे । य इदं दीर्घं प्रयतं सधस्थमेको विममे त्रिभिरित्पदेभिः
Let my hymn go forth to Vishnu, the wide-striding, the strong, the lord of the mountains; who alone measured out this long, extended abode with three steps.
यस्य त्री पूर्णा मधुना पदान्यक्षीयमाणा स्वधया मदन्ति । य उ त्रिधातु पृथिवीमुत द्यामेको दाधार भुवनानि विश्वा
His three steps are filled with honey, delighting by their own nature; he alone upholds the earth and the heavens, and all the worlds.
तदस्य प्रियमभि पाथो अश्यां नरो यत्र देवयवो मदन्ति । उरुक्रमस्य स हि बन्धुरित्था विष्णोः पदे परमे मध्व उत्सः
May I attain his beloved path, where men devoted to the gods rejoice; for the wide-strider, Vishnu, that is the kin, the supreme place, the fountain of honey.
ता वां वास्तून्युश्मसि गमध्यै यत्र गावो भूरिशृङ्गा अयासः । अत्राह तदुरुगायस्य वृष्णः परमं पदमव भाति भूरि
We desire to reach your abodes, where the cows with many horns roam; there, indeed, the supreme place of the wide-striding, mighty one shines forth abundantly.
प्र वः पान्तमन्धसो धियायते महे शूराय विष्णवे चार्चत । या सानुनि पर्वतानामदाभ्या महस्तस्थतुरर्वतेव साधुना
Praise for you, who protect the drinker, is offered with thought; sing to the mighty Vishnu; those who stood on the slopes of the mountains, unassailable, have attained greatness like the swift.
त्वेषमित्था समरणं शिमीवतोरिन्द्राविष्णू सुतपा वामुरुष्यति । या मर्त्याय प्रतिधीयमानमित्कृशानोरस्तुरसनामुरुष्यथः
Indra and Vishnu, fierce and swift, will protect you, O drinkers of the soma; you who defend mortals, overcoming the weak and the strong alike.
ता ईं वर्धन्ति मह्यस्य पौंस्यं नि मातरा नयति रेतसे भुजे । दधाति पुत्रोऽवरं परं पितुर्नाम तृतीयमधि रोचने दिवः
They increase the strength of the mighty; the mothers lead the seed to the bearer; the son places the lower and upper name of the father, the third in the shining realm of heaven.
तत्तदिदस्य पौंस्यं गृणीमसीनस्य त्रातुरवृकस्य मीळ्हुषः । यः पार्थिवानि त्रिभिरिद्विगामभिरुरु क्रमिष्टोरुगायाय जीवसे
We praise this strength of his, the savior, the unerring, the generous; who, with three strides, traversed the earthly realms for the wide-strider, for life.
द्वे इदस्य क्रमणे स्वर्दृशोऽभिख्याय मर्त्यो भुरण्यति । तृतीयमस्य नकिरा दधर्षति वयश्चन पतयन्तः पतत्रिणः
Two of his strides are visible to mortals, who gaze and wonder; the third, none dares to reach, not even the birds flying in the sky.
चतुर्भिः साकं नवतिं च नामभिश्चक्रं न वृत्तं व्यतीँरवीविपत् । बृहच्छरीरो विमिमान ऋक्वभिर्युवाकुमारः प्रत्येत्याहवम्
With four together and ninety names, like a revolving wheel, he moves without stopping; measuring his great form with hymns, the youthful, vigorous one responds to the summons.
भवा मित्रो न शेव्यो घृतासुतिर्विभूतद्युम्न एवया उ सप्रथाः । अधा ते विष्णो विदुषा चिदर्ध्य स्तोमो यज्ञश्च राध्यो हविष्मता
You are to be approached, O Viṣṇu, like a gracious friend, delighting in offerings of ghee, resplendent in your glory, spreading forth with your stride. Therefore, even one who knows, O Viṣṇu, should offer you praise and sacrifice, worthy with oblations.
यः पूर्व्याय वेधसे नवीयसे सुमज्जानये विष्णवे ददाशति । यो जातमस्य महतो महि ब्रवत्सेदु श्रवोभिर्युज्यं चिदभ्यसत्
He who gives to Viṣṇu, the ancient and ever-new creator, the one of noble birth, he who proclaims the greatness of the mighty one from birth, truly attains fame, even that which is to be yoked.
तमु स्तोतारः पूर्व्यं यथा विद ऋतस्य गर्भं जनुषा पिपर्तन । आस्य जानन्तो नाम चिद्विवक्तन महस्ते विष्णो सुमतिं भजामहे
You, whom the singers, as of old, nurture as the embryo of truth with their song, knowing even your name, they declare it; O Viṣṇu, we seek your great favor.
तमस्य राजा वरुणस्तमश्विना क्रतुं सचन्त मारुतस्य वेधसः । दाधार दक्षमुत्तममहर्विदं व्रजं च विष्णुः सखिवाँ अपोर्णुते
The king Varuṇa, the Aśvins, and the wise Maruts share in his power; Viṣṇu, the friend, upholds supreme skill and, unwearied, fills the enclosure.
आ यो विवाय सचथाय दैव्य इन्द्राय विष्णुः सुकृते सुकृत्तरः । वेधा अजिन्वत्त्रिषधस्थ आर्यमृतस्य भागे यजमानमाभजत्
Viṣṇu, who is more skillful than the skillful, has apportioned the divine share for Indra, the doer of good; the creator has set Aryaman in the threefold seat and bestowed the worshiper with a share of the order.
अबोध्यग्निर्ज्म उदेति सूर्यो व्युषाश्चन्द्रा मह्यावो अर्चिषा । आयुक्षातामश्विना यातवे रथं प्रासावीद्देवः सविता जगत्पृथक्
Agni has awakened, the sun rises, the shining dawns blaze with light; the Aśvins have yoked their chariot for the journey, and Savitar, the god, has set all beings apart.
यद्युञ्जाथे वृषणमश्विना रथं घृतेन नो मधुना क्षत्रमुक्षतम् । अस्माकं ब्रह्म पृतनासु जिन्वतं वयं धना शूरसाता भजेमहि
When you, O vigorous Aśvins, yoke your chariot, shower us with your strength, with ghee and honey; may our hymn inspire you in battles, and may we, favored by heroes, win riches.
अर्वाङ्त्रिचक्रो मधुवाहनो रथो जीराश्वो अश्विनोर्यातु सुष्टुतः । त्रिवन्धुरो मघवा विश्वसौभगः शं न आ वक्षद्द्विपदे चतुष्पदे
Let the chariot of the Aśvins, swift and honey-bearing, drawn by strong steeds, come near, well-praised; may the generous one, three-yoked, bring all prosperity to us, and grant us well-being for bipeds and quadrupeds.
आ न ऊर्जं वहतमश्विना युवं मधुमत्या नः कशया मिमिक्षतम् । प्रायुस्तारिष्टं नी रपांसि मृक्षतं सेधतं द्वेषो भवतं सचाभुवा
Bring us nourishment, O Aśvins, with your honeyed whip; grant us sweet food; lead us safely across, remove our misfortunes, drive away hatred, and be our constant companions.
युवं ह गर्भं जगतीषु धत्थो युवं विश्वेषु भुवनेष्वन्तः । युवमग्निं च वृषणावपश्च वनस्पतीँरश्विनावैरयेथाम्
You have placed the embryo in living beings, you are present in all the worlds; you, O mighty Aśvins, have kindled Agni and the plants and the trees.
युवं ह स्थो भिषजा भेषजेभिरथो ह स्थो रथ्या राथ्येभिः । अथो ह क्षत्रमधि धत्थ उग्रा यो वां हविष्मान्मनसा ददाश
You are indeed healers with your remedies, and you are charioteers with your chariots; you have established power, O mighty ones, for whoever, with offering and mind, worships you.