यं वै सूर्यं स्वर्भानुस्तमसाविध्यदासुरः । अत्रयस्तमन्वविन्दन्नह्यन्ये अशक्नुवन्
The Sun whom Svarbhanu, the demon, struck with darkness—Atri discovered that darkness, while others could not.
को नु वां मित्रावरुणावृतायन्दिवो वा महः पार्थिवस्य वा दे । ऋतस्य वा सदसि त्रासीथां नो यज्ञायते वा पशुषो न वाजान्
Who then, O Mitra and Varuna, will protect you—whether from heaven's greatness or from earth's power, or in the seat of truth? May you shield us, as one guards cattle or horses for sacrifice.
ते नो मित्रो वरुणो अर्यमायुरिन्द्र ऋभुक्षा मरुतो जुषन्त । नमोभिर्वा ये दधते सुवृक्तिं स्तोमं रुद्राय मीळ्हुषे सजोषाः
May Mitra, Varuna, Aryaman, Indra, the Ribhus, and the Maruts favor us; and those who, with reverence, bestow generous praise upon Rudra, the gracious one.
आ वां येष्ठाश्विना हुवध्यै वातस्य पत्मन्रथ्यस्य पुष्टौ । उत वा दिवो असुराय मन्म प्रान्धांसीव यज्यवे भरध्वम्
To you, Ashvins, whom we call for help, in the nourishment of the chariot and wind, and to the lord of heaven, let us offer our hymn, as one brings gifts for sacrifice.
प्र सक्षणो दिव्यः कण्वहोता त्रितो दिवः सजोषा वातो अग्निः । पूषा भगः प्रभृथे विश्वभोजा आजिं न जग्मुराश्वश्वतमाः
The divine Kanva, the priest, Tritha, and the wind united with Agni; Pushan and Bhaga, givers of all, have come to the contest, swift as horses.
प्र वो रयिं युक्ताश्वं भरध्वं राय एषेऽवसे दधीत धीः । सुशेव एवैरौशिजस्य होता ये व एवा मरुतस्तुराणाम्
Bring forth for you wealth yoked with horses; let the mind seek aid for riches. The auspicious Hotar of Ushij, and you, Maruts, mighty ones, are ever present.
प्र वो वायुं रथयुजं कृणुध्वं प्र देवं विप्रं पनितारमर्कैः । इषुध्यव ऋतसापः पुरंधीर्वस्वीर्नो अत्र पत्नीरा धिये धुः
Invoke for you Vayu, yoked to the chariot; praise the divine, wise provider with hymns. The righteous, generous wives here have set their thoughts upon us.
उप व एषे वन्द्येभिः शूषैः प्र यह्वी दिवश्चितयद्भिरर्कैः । उषासानक्ता विदुषीव विश्वमा हा वहतो मर्त्याय यज्ञम्
I approach you with worthy praises, with hymns that awaken even the youthful sky. Ushas and Night, knowing all, bring forth the sacrifice for mortals.
अभि वो अर्चे पोष्यावतो नॄन्वास्तोष्पतिं त्वष्टारं रराणः । धन्या सजोषा धिषणा नमोभिर्वनस्पतीँरोषधी राय एषे
I sing to you, the nourishing ones, to the lord of men, to Tvashtar, the creator. With reverence, the blessed Dhiṣaṇā, the trees, and the herbs seek wealth.
तुजे नस्तने पर्वताः सन्तु स्वैतवो ये वसवो न वीराः । पनित आप्त्यो यजतः सदा नो वर्धान्नः शंसं नर्यो अभिष्टौ
May the mountains be our protectors, like the Vasus, strong and heroic. May the provider, the Aptyas, the worshipful, always increase our praise and grant us noble blessings.
वृष्णो अस्तोषि भूम्यस्य गर्भं त्रितो नपातमपां सुवृक्ति । गृणीते अग्निरेतरी न शूषैः शोचिष्केशो नि रिणाति वना
You strengthen the seed of the earth, O mighty one; Tritha, the offspring of waters, brings abundant gifts. Agni, praised with hymns, with flaming hair, cuts through the woods.
कथा महे रुद्रियाय ब्रवाम कद्राये चिकितुषे भगाय । आप ओषधीरुत नोऽवन्तु द्यौर्वना गिरयो वृक्षकेशाः
How shall we speak to the great Rudra, to Kadra, the wise, to Bhaga? May the waters and herbs protect us, and heaven, forests, and mountains with leafy hair.
शृणोतु न ऊर्जां पतिर्गिरः स नभस्तरीयाँ इषिरः परिज्मा । शृण्वन्त्वापः पुरो न शुभ्राः परि स्रुचो बबृहाणस्याद्रेः
May the lord of nourishment hear us, the mountain, the swift, the powerful, the encompassing. May the waters, shining like fortresses, listen, flowing around the mighty hill.
विदा चिन्नु महान्तो ये व एवा ब्रवाम दस्मा वार्यं दधानाः । वयश्चन सुभ्व आव यन्ति क्षुभा मर्तमनुयतं वधस्नैः
Indeed, those great ones whom we praise, who bear wondrous gifts, know. Even the birds come to them for shelter, and mortals follow them, trembling with fear.
आ दैव्यानि पार्थिवानि जन्मापश्चाच्छा सुमखाय वोचम् । वर्धन्तां द्यावो गिरश्चन्द्राग्रा उदा वर्धन्तामभिषाता अर्णाः
Now I shall speak of the divine and earthly births for Sumakha. May the heavens and the shining mountains grow, and may the wide rivers swell, overcoming obstacles.
पदेपदे मे जरिमा नि धायि वरूत्री वा शक्रा या पायुभिश्च । सिषक्तु माता मही रसा नः स्मत्सूरिभिरृजुहस्त ऋजुवनिः
At every step, may old age be set aside for me; may the strong protector guard me with her care. Let the great mother, the nourishing earth, grant us, with upright hands and straight paths, the favor of the wise.
कथा दाशेम नमसा सुदानूनेवया मरुतो अच्छोक्तौ प्रश्रवसो मरुतो अच्छोक्तौ । मा नोऽहिर्बुध्न्यो रिषे धादस्माकं भूदुपमातिवनिः
How shall we serve the generous ones with reverence? Let us approach the Maruts with praise; let us approach the Maruts with renown. May Ahirbudhnya not bring harm upon us; let our guardian be ever near.
इति चिन्नु प्रजायै पशुमत्यै देवासो वनते मर्त्यो व आ देवासो वनते मर्त्यो वः । अत्रा शिवां तन्वो धासिमस्या जरां चिन्मे निरृतिर्जग्रसीत
Thus, for offspring and wealth, the gods are sought by mortals; yes, the gods are sought by mortals. Here, may we place auspiciousness upon our bodies; and may decay, even if it comes, be devoured by Nirriti.
तां वो देवाः सुमतिमूर्जयन्तीमिषमश्याम वसवः शसा गोः । सा नः सुदानुर्मृळयन्ती देवी प्रति द्रवन्ती सुविताय गम्याः
O gods, may your gracious favor, which brings strength, be ours; O Vasus, may we obtain the blessing of the cow. May the generous goddess, kindly and swift, come to us for good fortune.
अभि न इळा यूथस्य माता स्मन्नदीभिरुर्वशी वा गृणातु । उर्वशी वा बृहद्दिवा गृणानाभ्यूर्ण्वाना प्रभृथस्यायोः
Let Ilā, mother of the herd, approach us; may she be praised by our rivers, or by Urvaśī. May Urvaśī, praised in the broad heavens, and those who are abundant, bring forth the fruits of offering.
सिषक्तु न ऊर्जव्यस्य पुष्टेः
May the nourishing earth grant us abundance.
प्र शंतमा वरुणं दीधिती गीर्मित्रं भगमदितिं नूनमश्याः । पृषद्योनिः पञ्चहोता शृणोत्वतूर्तपन्था असुरो मयोभुः
Now let us seek Varuṇa, the most peaceful, with our song; let us seek Mitra, Bhaga, and Aditi. May the fivefold priest, born of the spotted mare, listen; may the mighty Asura, the bringer of joy, guide us on the safe path.
प्रति मे स्तोममदितिर्जगृभ्यात्सूनुं न माता हृद्यं सुशेवम् । ब्रह्म प्रियं देवहितं यदस्त्यहं मित्रे वरुणे यन्मयोभु
May Aditi accept my hymn, as a mother cherishes her beloved son. The sacred word, dear to the gods, is what I offer to Mitra and Varuṇa, the bringers of joy.
उदीरय कवितमं कवीनामुनत्तैनमभि मध्वा घृतेन । स नो वसूनि प्रयता हितानि चन्द्राणि देवः सविता सुवाति
Raise up the most skilled among the wise; let him be praised with honey and ghee. May Savitṛ, the god, grant us the desired and shining wealth, which is well-placed and beneficial.
समिन्द्र णो मनसा नेषि गोभिः सं सूरिभिर्हरिवः सं स्वस्ति । सं ब्रह्मणा देवहितं यदस्ति सं देवानां सुमत्या यज्ञियानाम्
Indra, lead us with your mind, with cows, with the swift, with the golden ones, with well-being. With the sacred word, with what is pleasing to the gods, with the favor of the worshipful gods, unite us.
देवो भगः सविता रायो अंश इन्द्रो वृत्रस्य संजितो धनानाम् । ऋभुक्षा वाज उत वा पुरंधिरवन्तु नो अमृतासस्तुरासः
May the god Bhaga, Savitṛ, the portion of wealth, Indra, the conqueror of Vṛtra, and the riches, and the Ṛbhus, and the prize, and even Puraṃdhī, may the immortal, mighty ones protect us.
मरुत्वतो अप्रतीतस्य जिष्णोरजूर्यतः प्र ब्रवामा कृतानि । न ते पूर्वे मघवन्नापरासो न वीर्यं नूतनः कश्चनाप
Of the Maruts, the unconquered, the victorious, the ever-young, I proclaim their deeds. Neither the former nor the latter, O generous one, nor anyone new, has matched your strength.
उप स्तुहि प्रथमं रत्नधेयं बृहस्पतिं सनितारं धनानाम् । यः शंसते स्तुवते शम्भविष्ठः पुरूवसुरागमज्जोहुवानम्
Praise first the giver of treasures, Bṛhaspati, the bestower of wealth, who is praised and invoked by many, who is most auspicious, who comes to the call of the many.
तवोतिभिः सचमाना अरिष्टा बृहस्पते मघवानः सुवीराः । ये अश्वदा उत वा सन्ति गोदा ये वस्त्रदाः सुभगास्तेषु रायः
With your help, O Bṛhaspati, may the generous, heroic ones be unharmed. Those who give horses, or cows, or garments, those fortunate ones, among them is wealth.
विसर्माणं कृणुहि वित्तमेषां ये भुञ्जते अपृणन्तो न उक्थैः । अपव्रतान्प्रसवे वावृधानान्ब्रह्मद्विषः सूर्याद्यावयस्व
Make the one who is without protection, the seeker of wealth, among those who enjoy but do not repay with hymns, depart. Drive away those who grow in rebellion, those who hate the sacred word, O Sun, take them away.