अधि श्रिये दुहिता सूर्यस्य रथं तस्थौ पुरुभुजा शतोतिम् । प्र मायाभिर्मायिना भूतमत्र नरा नृतू जनिमन्यज्ञियानाम्
For glory, the daughter of the Sun, possessing much, stood upon the chariot with a hundred powers. By their magic, the magicians have acted here; O men, the dancers are born among the worshippers.
युवं श्रीभिर्दर्शताभिराभिः शुभे पुष्टिमूहथुः सूर्यायाः । प्र वां वयो वपुषेऽनु पप्तन्नक्षद्वाणी सुष्टुता धिष्ण्या वाम्
You have brought beauty and radiance, splendid, to the daughter of the Sun. Your swift horses have followed for your glory; the praised speech, O lords of the altar, has marked your arrival.
आ वां वयोऽश्वासो वहिष्ठा अभि प्रयो नासत्या वहन्तु । प्र वां रथो मनोजवा असर्जीषः पृक्ष इषिधो अनु पूर्वीः
Your swift horses and chariots, O Asvins, have carried you here. Your mind-speeding chariot has been sent forth, eager, urging on the earlier ones.
पुरु हि वां पुरुभुजा देष्णं धेनुं न इषं पिन्वतमसक्राम् । स्तुतश्च वां माध्वी सुष्टुतिश्च रसाश्च ये वामनु रातिमग्मन्
Indeed, you, possessing much, have nourished abundant gifts like a cow, bestowing wealth repeatedly. Praised are your honeyed and excellent praises, and those who have followed your generosity have come.
उत म ऋज्रे पुरयस्य रघ्वी सुमीळ्हे शतं पेरुके च पक्वा । शाण्डो दाद्धिरणिनः स्मद्दिष्टीन्दश वशासो अभिषाच ऋष्वान्
And to me, in the city of the swift, a hundred cooked dishes and a hundred in the granary have been given. Shanda has given the wealth of the generous, ten fat cows, and has overcome the mighty ones.
सं वां शता नासत्या सहस्राश्वानां पुरुपन्था गिरे दात् । भरद्वाजाय वीर नू गिरे दाद्धता रक्षांसि पुरुदंससा स्युः
A hundred and a thousand horses, O Asvins, have been given along the many paths of the mountain. Now, O hero, give to Bharadvaja on the mountain; let the destroyers be defeated by your abundant power.
आ वां सुम्ने वरिमन्सूरिभिः ष्याम्
May we attain your favor, your broad path, with the noble ones.
उदु श्रिय उषसो रोचमाना अस्थुरपां नोर्मयो रुशन्तः । कृणोति विश्वा सुपथा सुगान्यभूदु वस्वी दक्षिणा मघोनी
The radiant splendors of the dawns have arisen, shining, standing upon the waters, their horses gleaming. She makes all good paths and easy ways; the generous reward has become abundant.
भद्रा ददृक्ष उर्विया वि भास्युत्ते शोचिर्भानवो द्यामपप्तन् । आविर्वक्षः कृणुषे शुम्भमानोषो देवि रोचमाना महोभिः
Beautiful to behold, you shine widely; your rays, O dawn, have spread to the sky. Revealing your form, you make it bright, O goddess dawn, shining with your greatness.
वहन्ति सीमरुणासो रुशन्तो गावः सुभगामुर्विया प्रथानाम् । अपेजते शूरो अस्तेव शत्रून्बाधते तमो अजिरो न वोळ्हा
The red horses carry her, shining, spreading good fortune widely. The hero drives away enemies like a spear, dispels darkness, swift as a carrier.
सुगोत ते सुपथा पर्वतेष्ववाते अपस्तरसि स्वभानो । सा न आ वह पृथुयामन्नृष्वे रयिं दिवो दुहितरिषयध्यै
Your good path, your easy way, is on the mountains; you drive away darkness with your own light. Bring to us, O daughter of heaven, abundant wealth for our nourishment.
सा वह योक्षभिरवातोषो वरं वहसि जोषमनु । त्वं दिवो दुहितर्या ह देवी पूर्वहूतौ मंहना दर्शता भूः
With yoked horses, you bring the best, O dawn; you carry the desired gift with joy. You, O goddess, daughter of heaven, are glorious in the ancient invocation, splendid to behold.
उत्ते वयश्चिद्वसतेरपप्तन्नरश्च ये पितुभाजो व्युष्टौ । अमा सते वहसि भूरि वाममुषो देवि दाशुषे मर्त्याय
Even the birds of the dwelling have flown up, and those men who share in the father at the dawn. You bring much to us at home, O goddess dawn, for the worshipping mortal.
एषा स्या नो दुहिता दिवोजाः क्षितीरुच्छन्ती मानुषीरजीगः । या भानुना रुशता राम्यास्वज्ञायि तिरस्तमसश्चिदक्तून्
This is she, our daughter of heaven, born shining, rising among the peoples, human and divine. She, radiant with her light, beautiful, is recognized even beyond the darkness and the nights.
वि तद्ययुररुणयुग्भिरश्वैश्चित्रं भान्त्युषसश्चन्द्ररथाः । अग्रं यज्ञस्य बृहतो नयन्तीर्वि ता बाधन्ते तम ऊर्म्यायाः
The radiant dawns, with their red-yoked horses, shine forth in splendor; their moon-like chariots lead the way for the great sacrifice. They drive away the darkness of the waves.
श्रवो वाजमिषमूर्जं वहन्तीर्नि दाशुष उषसो मर्त्याय । मघोनीर्वीरवत्पत्यमाना अवो धात विधते रत्नमद्य
The dawns bring glory, strength, nourishment, and vigor for the worshipper, for mortals. Generous, they grant heroic offspring; today, bestow the precious gift upon the one who offers.
इदा हि वो विधते रत्नमस्तीदा वीराय दाशुष उषासः । इदा विप्राय जरते यदुक्था नि ष्म मावते वहथा पुरा चित्
Now, indeed, you dawns have bestowed the precious gift; now, for the hero, for the worshipper. Now, for the inspired poet, when he recites hymns, you have always carried it for the seeker, even from ancient times.
इदा हि त उषो अद्रिसानो गोत्रा गवामङ्गिरसो गृणन्ति । व्यर्केण बिभिदुर्ब्रह्मणा च सत्या नृणामभवद्देवहूतिः
Now, indeed, O dawns, the Angiras praise you for the cattle, for the cows. With the sun's ray and with prayer, they broke through; true was the invocation of men to the gods.
उच्छा दिवो दुहितः प्रत्नवन्नो भरद्वाजवद्विधते मघोनि । सुवीरं रयिं गृणते रिरीह्युरुगायमधि धेहि श्रवो नः
Rise, O daughter of heaven, ancient, like Bharadvāja, generous to the worshipper. Grant us abundant wealth and heroic strength; place glory upon us, wide-famed.
वपुर्नु तच्चिकितुषे चिदस्तु समानं नाम धेनु पत्यमानम् । मर्तेष्वन्यद्दोहसे पीपाय सकृच्छुक्रं दुदुहे पृश्निरूधः
Let that form be known to the wise—one name, the cow, is common, yet she is distributed. For mortals, she yields another for milking; once, the bright one, Pṛśni, gave milk.
ये अग्नयो न शोशुचन्निधाना द्विर्यत्त्रिर्मरुतो वावृधन्त । अरेणवो हिरण्ययास एषां साकं नृम्णैः पौंस्येभिश्च भूवन्
Those fires, like Agni, shine in their resting places; twice, thrice, the Maruts have grown strong. Their dust is golden; together, with their prowess and manliness, they have become.
रुद्रस्य ये मीळ्हुषः सन्ति पुत्रा याँश्चो नु दाधृविर्भरध्यै । विदे हि माता महो मही षा सेत्पृश्निः सुभ्वे गर्भमाधात्
Those who are sons of Rudra, the beneficent, and those who are steadfast for bearing, know their mother—the great, the mighty one. Pṛśni placed the embryo for beauty.
न य ईषन्ते जनुषोऽया न्वन्तः सन्तोऽवद्यानि पुनानाः । निर्यद्दुह्रे शुचयोऽनु जोषमनु श्रिया तन्वमुक्षमाणाः
They do not desire to leave their origin; being pure, they avoid blame. When they are milked, the pure ones, according to pleasure, adorned with beauty, release their form.
मक्षू न येषु दोहसे चिदया आ नाम धृष्णु मारुतं दधानाः । न ये स्तौना अयासो मह्ना नू चित्सुदानुरव यासदुग्रान्
Swiftly, even for milking, they bear the strong name of the Maruts. Not by praise are they wearied by greatness; even now, the generous ones drive away the fierce.
त इदुग्राः शवसा धृष्णुषेणा उभे युजन्त रोदसी सुमेके । अध स्मैषु रोदसी स्वशोचिरामवत्सु तस्थौ न रोकः
Those fierce ones, with strength and boldness, yoke both heaven and earth together. Then, for them, heaven and earth, with their own light, stand firm; the space does not fail.
अनेनो वो मरुतो यामो अस्त्वनश्वश्चिद्यमजत्यरथीः । अनवसो अनभीशू रजस्तूर्वि रोदसी पथ्या याति साधन्
Without hindrance, O Maruts, your movement is swift—even the horseless, the uncharioted, the unbound, the unoppressed, traverse the realm; they go along the paths of heaven and earth, accomplishing.
नास्य वर्ता न तरुता न्वस्ति मरुतो यमवथ वाजसातौ । तोके वा गोषु तनये यमप्सु स व्रजं दर्ता पार्ये अध द्योः
There is no one who can stop or surpass him, O Maruts, whom you aid in gaining strength. Whether in offspring, in cattle, in children, or in waters, he breaks through the enclosure, then attains the sky.
प्र चित्रमर्कं गृणते तुराय मारुताय स्वतवसे भरध्वम् । ये सहांसि सहसा सहन्ते रेजते अग्ने पृथिवी मखेभ्यः
Offer the splendid hymn to the mighty Maruts, to their self-power. Those who endure mighty deeds with might, the earth and Agni tremble before their ceremonies.
त्विषीमन्तो अध्वरस्येव दिद्युत्तृषुच्यवसो जुह्वो नाग्नेः । अर्चत्रयो धुनयो न वीरा भ्राजज्जन्मानो मरुतो अधृष्टाः
Radiant, like the flash of the sacrifice, their bright spears are like the tongues of Agni. Threefold are their praises, their movements like heroes; the Maruts, shining at birth, are invincible.
तं वृधन्तं मारुतं भ्राजदृष्टिं रुद्रस्य सूनुं हवसा विवासे । दिवः शर्धाय शुचयो मनीषा गिरयो नाप उग्रा अस्पृध्रन्
That growing Marut, with shining vision, son of Rudra, I invoke with prayer. For the hosts of heaven, pure in mind; the mighty mountains have not touched him.