मा नो मित्रो वरुणो अर्यमायुरिन्द्र ऋभुक्षा मरुतः परि ख्यन् । यद्वाजिनो देवजातस्य सप्तेः प्रवक्ष्यामो विदथे वीर्याणि
May neither Mitra, nor Varuna, nor Aryaman, nor Indra, nor the Ribhukṣins, nor the Maruts, find fault with us, as we declare the heroic deeds of the race-born steed in the assembly.
यन्निर्णिजा रेक्णसा प्रावृतस्य रातिं गृभीतां मुखतो नयन्ति । सुप्राङजो मेम्यद्विश्वरूप इन्द्रापूष्णोः प्रियमप्येति पाथः
When, with the covering cloth, they lead forth the gift taken from the mouth of the unyoked, may the well-guided, the all-formed, the dear path of Indra and Pūṣan, go forth.
एष च्छागः पुरो अश्वेन वाजिना पूष्णो भागो नीयते विश्वदेव्यः । अभिप्रियं यत्पुरोळाशमर्वता त्वष्टेदेनं सौश्रवसाय जिन्वति
This goat, as the portion of Pūṣan, is led forth before the swift horse, for all the gods; as the beloved sacrificial cake is for the swift one, Tvaṣṭṛ urges it on for Sauśravas.
यद्धविष्यमृतुशो देवयानं त्रिर्मानुषाः पर्यश्वं नयन्ति । अत्रा पूष्णः प्रथमो भाग एति यज्ञं देवेभ्यः प्रतिवेदयन्नजः
When, at the proper time, men lead the sacrificial horse three times around for the gods, here the first portion of Pūṣan goes, the goat announcing the sacrifice to the gods.
होताध्वर्युरावया अग्निमिन्धो ग्रावग्राभ उत शंस्ता सुविप्रः । तेन यज्ञेन स्वरंकृतेन स्विष्टेन वक्षणा आ पृणध्वम्
The Hotṛ, the Adhvaryu, the one who kindles the fire, the stone-holder, and the wise praiser—by this well-ordered, well-offered sacrifice, fill your abodes.
यूपव्रस्का उत ये यूपवाहाश्चषालं ये अश्वयूपाय तक्षति । ये चार्वते पचनं सम्भरन्त्युतो तेषामभिगूर्तिर्न इन्वतु
Those who prepare the yūpa posts, those who carry the yūpa, those who fashion the horse's yūpa, and those who gather the cooking for the swift one—may their praise reach us.
उप प्रागात्सुमन्मेऽधायि मन्म देवानामाशा उप वीतपृष्ठः । अन्वेनं विप्रा ऋषयो मदन्ति देवानां पुष्टे चकृमा सुबन्धुम्
May my inspired thought be well-placed before the gods, as the wish approaches, as the wise ones, the seers, rejoice in him; we have made the horse a dear companion for the gods' nourishment.
यद्वाजिनो दाम संदानमर्वतो या शीर्षण्या रशना रज्जुरस्य । यद्वा घास्य प्रभृतमास्ये तृणं सर्वा ता ते अपि देवेष्वस्तु
Whatever is the halter, the binding rope of the swift one, whatever is the head-rope, the rein, or the grass placed in his mouth, let all these be with the gods for you.
यदश्वस्य क्रविषो मक्षिकाश यद्वा स्वरौ स्वधितौ रिप्तमस्ति । यद्धस्तयोः शमितुर्यन्नखेषु सर्वा ता ते अपि देवेष्वस्तु
Whatever of the horse's flesh the flies have touched, or whatever is cut by the knife or axe, whatever is on the hands of the carver, or under the nails, let all these be with the gods for you.
यदूवध्यमुदरस्यापवाति य आमस्य क्रविषो गन्धो अस्ति । सुकृता तच्छमितारः कृण्वन्तूत मेधं शृतपाकं पचन्तु
Whatever from the belly is to be removed, whatever smell of raw flesh there is, let the skilled carvers make that ready, and let them cook the well-boiled offering.
यत्ते गात्रादग्निना पच्यमानादभि शूलं निहतस्यावधावति । मा तद्भूम्यामा श्रिषन्मा तृणेषु देवेभ्यस्तदुशद्भ्यो रातमस्तु
Whatever from your body, being cooked by fire, drips down from the spit after being struck, let that not fall on the earth or on the grass; let it be given to the gods and to the worthy.
ये वाजिनं परिपश्यन्ति पक्वं य ईमाहुः सुरभिर्निर्हरेति । ये चार्वतो मांसभिक्षामुपासत उतो तेषामभिगूर्तिर्न इन्वतु
Those who look upon the cooked steed, those who say, 'Let the fragrant one be brought forth,' and those who seek a portion of the horse's flesh—may their praise reach us.
यन्नीक्षणं माँस्पचन्या उखाया या पात्राणि यूष्ण आसेचनानि । ऊष्मण्यापिधाना चरूणामङ्काः सूनाः परि भूषन्त्यश्वम्
Whatever is the dripping from the cooking pan, whatever are the vessels, the strainers for the broth, the covers of the pots, the hooks, the butchers—let all these surround the horse.
निक्रमणं निषदनं विवर्तनं यच्च पड्बीशमर्वतः । यच्च पपौ यच्च घासिं जघास सर्वा ता ते अपि देवेष्वस्तु
Whatever the horse's stepping, sitting, turning, and whatever its four feet accomplished; whatever it drank, whatever it ate and consumed—all these, may they be among the gods for you.
मा त्वाग्निर्ध्वनयीद्धूमगन्धिर्मोखा भ्राजन्त्यभि विक्त जघ्रिः । इष्टं वीतमभिगूर्तं वषट्कृतं तं देवासः प्रति गृभ्णन्त्यश्वम्
Let not fire, smoky-scented and roaring, consume you; let not the shining blade strike you. The offering, prepared, purified, and marked with the vaṣaṭ-call, the gods accept as the horse.
यदश्वाय वास उपस्तृणन्त्यधीवासं या हिरण्यान्यस्मै । संदानमर्वन्तं पड्बीशं प्रिया देवेष्वा यामयन्ति
When they spread coverings for the horse, and place garments and gold for it, they send the beloved, swift-footed, four-footed one to the gods.
यत्ते सादे महसा शूकृतस्य पार्ष्ण्या वा कशया वा तुतोद । स्रुचेव ता हविषो अध्वरेषु सर्वा ता ते ब्रह्मणा सूदयामि
Whatever struck you, horse, with force—by spur or by whip; as the ladle touches the offering at the rituals, so by sacred utterance I release all these for you.
चतुस्त्रिंशद्वाजिनो देवबन्धोर्वङ्क्रीरश्वस्य स्वधितिः समेति । अच्छिद्रा गात्रा वयुना कृणोत परुष्परुरनुघुष्या वि शस्त
Thirty-four ribs, divine bonds, the horse's curved blade approaches; make the limbs unbroken with skill, let the joints be loosened, let the cut be clean.
एकस्त्वष्टुरश्वस्या विशस्ता द्वा यन्तारा भवतस्तथ ऋतुः । या ते गात्राणामृतुथा कृणोमि ताता पिण्डानां प्र जुहोम्यग्नौ
One is the horse's cutting by Tvaṣṭṛ, two are the guides, and so is the season; what I prepare of your limbs according to the season, those portions I offer into the fire.
मा त्वा तपत्प्रिय आत्मापियन्तं मा स्वधितिस्तन्व आ तिष्ठिपत्ते । मा ते गृध्नुरविशस्तातिहाय छिद्रा गात्राण्यसिना मिथू कः
Let not the dear heat burn you as you are united with your self; let not the blade rest upon your body; let not the greedy, careless cutter harm you, nor let the knife break your limbs, nor strike them together.
न वा उ एतन्म्रियसे न रिष्यसि देवाँ इदेषि पथिभिः सुगेभिः । हरी ते युञ्जा पृषती अभूतामुपास्थाद्वाजी धुरि रासभस्य
You do not die, nor are you harmed; you go to the gods by good paths. The bay mares, the spotted ones, are yoked for you; the steed stands at the yoke of the ass.
सुगव्यं नो वाजी स्वश्व्यं पुंसः पुत्राँ उत विश्वापुषं रयिम् । अनागास्त्वं नो अदितिः कृणोतु क्षत्रं नो अश्वो वनतां हविष्मान्
May the steed bring us good cattle, good horses, sons, and all-nourishing wealth. May Aditi grant us innocence; may the horse, bearing offerings, win us sovereignty.
यदक्रन्दः प्रथमं जायमान उद्यन्समुद्रादुत वा पुरीषात् । श्येनस्य पक्षा हरिणस्य बाहू उपस्तुत्यं महि जातं ते अर्वन्
When the first cry arose at birth, rising from the sea or from the waters, the wings of the eagle, the arms of the deer—your praise-worthy greatness was born, O steed.
यमेन दत्तं त्रित एनमायुनगिन्द्र एणं प्रथमो अध्यतिष्ठत् । गन्धर्वो अस्य रशनामगृभ्णात्सूरादश्वं वसवो निरतष्ट
Given by Yama, strengthened by Trita, Indra was the first to mount it; the Gandharva took its reins, the Sun fashioned the horse, and the Vasus released it.
असि यमो अस्यादित्यो अर्वन्नसि त्रितो गुह्येन व्रतेन । असि सोमेन समया विपृक्त आहुस्ते त्रीणि दिवि बन्धनानि
You are Yama, you are Aditya, O steed; you are Trita by secret vow. You are united with Soma, set apart; they say you have three bonds in heaven.
त्रीणि त आहुर्दिवि बन्धनानि त्रीण्यप्सु त्रीण्यन्तः समुद्रे । उतेव मे वरुणश्छन्त्स्यर्वन्यत्रा त आहुः परमं जनित्रम्
Three bonds they say you have in heaven, three in the waters, three within the ocean. Varuṇa, I hope, will grant you favor, O steed, where they say is your highest origin.
इमा ते वाजिन्नवमार्जनानीमा शफानां सनितुर्निधाना । अत्रा ते भद्रा रशना अपश्यमृतस्य या अभिरक्षन्ति गोपाः
These are your nine cleansings, O steed; these are the marks of your hooves, the places of your strength. Here I saw your good reins, which the guardians of immortality protect.
आत्मानं ते मनसारादजानामवो दिवा पतयन्तं पतंगम् । शिरो अपश्यं पथिभिः सुगेभिररेणुभिर्जेहमानं पतत्रि
With my mind I approached your essence, seeing you as a bird flying by day. I saw your head on good paths, moving with dust, as a winged one.
अत्रा ते रूपमुत्तममपश्यं जिगीषमाणमिष आ पदे गोः । यदा ते मर्तो अनु भोगमानळादिद्ग्रसिष्ठ ओषधीरजीगः
Here I saw your highest form, striving for nourishment at the cow's foot. When a mortal, following your enjoyment, first grasps the herbs, he seeks you.
अनु त्वा रथो अनु मर्यो अर्वन्ननु गावोऽनु भगः कनीनाम् । अनु व्रातासस्तव सख्यमीयुरनु देवा ममिरे वीर्यं ते
The chariot follows you, the young man, O steed, follows you; the cows, the lord of the maidens, follow you. The hosts follow your friendship; the gods have measured your strength.