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.
य ओहते रक्षसो देववीतावचक्रेभिस्तं मरुतो नि यात । यो वः शमीं शशमानस्य निन्दात्तुच्छ्यान्कामान्करते सिष्विदानः
Whoever attacks the gods with evil, drive him away, O Maruts, with your actions. Whoever insults your peace, seeking petty desires, let him be cast down.
तमु ष्टुहि यः स्विषुः सुधन्वा यो विश्वस्य क्षयति भेषजस्य । यक्ष्वा महे सौमनसाय रुद्रं नमोभिर्देवमसुरं दुवस्य
Praise him who is strong, with a good bow, who rules all healing. Worship Rudra, the great, with offerings and reverence; honor the divine Asura for well-being.
दमूनसो अपसो ये सुहस्ता वृष्णः पत्नीर्नद्यो विभ्वतष्टाः । सरस्वती बृहद्दिवोत राका दशस्यन्तीर्वरिवस्यन्तु शुभ्राः
May the waters, the wives of the mighty, who are obedient, skillful, and powerful, the rivers shaped by the wise, Sarasvati, the great and shining Raka, all gracious and splendid, grant us a clear path.
प्र सू महे सुशरणाय मेधां गिरं भरे नव्यसीं जायमानाम् । य आहना दुहितुर्वक्षणासु रूपा मिनानो अकृणोदिदं नः
I bring forth a new hymn for the great, a prayer for good shelter, a freshly born song; for he, shaping forms in the breasts of the daughter, has fashioned this for us, measuring out the forms.
प्र सुष्टुति स्तनयन्तं रुवन्तमिळस्पतिं जरितर्नूनमश्याः । यो अब्दिमाँ उदनिमाँ इयर्ति प्र विद्युता रोदसी उक्षमाणः
Now, O singer, praise with a good hymn the roaring, thundering Lord of nourishment, who stirs the waters and the streams, who sends forth the rain, who makes the heavens and earth swell with lightning.
एष स्तोमो मारुतं शर्धो अच्छा रुद्रस्य सूनूँर्युवन्यूँरुदश्याः । कामो राये हवते मा स्वस्त्युप स्तुहि पृषदश्वाँ अयासः
This praise is directed to the troop of the Maruts, the youthful sons of Rudra, worthy of our song; with desire for wealth, let us call them for our well-being. Praise the tireless, spotted-horsed ones.
प्रैष स्तोमः पृथिवीमन्तरिक्षं वनस्पतीँरोषधी राये अश्याः । देवोदेवः सुहवो भूतु मह्यं मा नो माता पृथिवी दुर्मतौ धात्
Let this praise reach earth, the midspace, the trees, and the plants, that I may obtain wealth. May the god, the god who is easily invoked, be gracious to me. May Mother Earth not place us in misfortune.
उरौ देवा अनिबाधे स्याम
May we dwell, O gods, in your wide, unhindered space.
समश्विनोरवसा नूतनेन मयोभुवा सुप्रणीती गमेम । आ नो रयिं वहतमोत वीराना विश्वान्यमृता सौभगानि
With the new favor of the Ashvins, may we come with joy and good guidance. Bring us wealth, and also heroes; bring us all immortal blessings.
आ धेनवः पयसा तूर्ण्यर्था अमर्धन्तीरुप नो यन्तु मध्वा । महो राये बृहतीः सप्त विप्रो मयोभुवो जरिता जोहवीति
Let the swift-flowing, nourishing cows come to us with their sweet milk; the seven great, bountiful ones, invoked by the singer, approach with abundance and joy.
आ सुष्टुती नमसा वर्तयध्यै द्यावा वाजाय पृथिवी अमृध्रे । पिता माता मधुवचाः सुहस्ता भरेभरे नो यशसावविष्टाम्
With praise and reverence, let us turn to Heaven and Earth, unshaken, for strength; the father and mother, sweet-spoken, skillful-handed, may they grant us glory in every offering.
अध्वर्यवश्चकृवांसो मधूनि प्र वायवे भरत चारु शुक्रम् । होतेव नः प्रथमः पाह्यस्य देव मध्वो ररिमा ते मदाय
O priests, having prepared the sweet offerings, bring the bright, lovely Soma to Vayu. Like a first Hotar, protect us from harm, O god; may we delight in your honeyed draught.
दश क्षिपो युञ्जते बाहू अद्रिं सोमस्य या शमितारा सुहस्ता । मध्वो रसं सुगभस्तिर्गिरिष्ठां चनिश्चदद्दुदुहे शुक्रमंशुः
Ten fingers harness their arms to the stone, the skillful ones who press Soma; the bright-fingered one, dwelling on the mountain, has milked the pure, shining juice.
असावि ते जुजुषाणाय सोमः क्रत्वे दक्षाय बृहते मदाय । हरी रथे सुधुरा योगे अर्वागिन्द्र प्रिया कृणुहि हूयमानः
This Soma is pressed for you, O Indra, who delights in it, for strength, skill, and great exhilaration. Let your two bay steeds, well-yoked to the chariot, come near; make yourself dear when invoked.
आ नो महीमरमतिं सजोषा ग्नां देवीं नमसा रातहव्याम् । मधोर्मदाय बृहतीमृतज्ञामाग्ने वह पथिभिर्देवयानैः
Bring to us, O Agni, the great, generous, wise goddess, the gracious one, worthy of offerings, together with the divine wives, for the joy of the sweet draught, by the paths of the gods.
अञ्जन्ति यं प्रथयन्तो न विप्रा वपावन्तं नाग्निना तपन्तः । पितुर्न पुत्र उपसि प्रेष्ठ आ घर्मो अग्निमृतयन्नसादि
Whom the inspired ones anoint and magnify, adorned, kindled by Agni, like a father his dear son—he, the hot drink, has sat down kindling Agni, the immortal.
अच्छा मही बृहती शंतमा गीर्दूतो न गन्त्वश्विना हुवध्यै । मयोभुवा सरथा यातमर्वाग्गन्तं निधिं धुरमाणिर्न नाभिम्
Let the great, lofty, most auspicious hymn, like a messenger, go to the Ashvins for invocation; come together with joy, come near, bring the treasure, as a navel supports the axle.
प्र तव्यसो नमउक्तिं तुरस्याहं पूष्ण उत वायोरदिक्षि । या राधसा चोदितारा मतीनां या वाजस्य द्रविणोदा उत त्मन्
I will proclaim the praise of the swift, mighty Pusan and Vayu; those who inspire gifts and thoughts, who bestow wealth and strength, and also self-power.
आ नामभिर्मरुतो वक्षि विश्वाना रूपेभिर्जातवेदो हुवानः । यज्ञं गिरो जरितुः सुष्टुतिं च विश्वे गन्त मरुतो विश्व ऊती
With your names, O Maruts, may the summoner call all of you in your forms, O Jatavedas; come to the sacrifice, to the singer's good praise, all of you Maruts, with every help.
आ नो दिवो बृहतः पर्वतादा सरस्वती यजता गन्तु यज्ञम् । हवं देवी जुजुषाणा घृताची शग्मां नो वाचमुशती शृणोतु
From the great heaven, from the lofty mountain, may Sarasvati, worthy of worship, come to the sacrifice; the goddess, accepting the offering, clothed in ghee, may she hear our strong, uplifting speech.