मध्या यत्कर्त्वमभवदभीके कामं कृण्वाने पितरि युवत्याम् । मनानग्रेतो जहतुर्वियन्ता सानौ निषिक्तं सुकृतस्य योनौ
When the act in the middle was done in secret, desiring the father in the young woman; the two minds, at the beginning, parted, the well-made seed was placed in the womb.
पिता यत्स्वां दुहितरमधिष्कन्क्ष्मया रेतः संजग्मानो नि षिञ्चत् । स्वाध्योऽजनयन्ब्रह्म देवा वास्तोष्पतिं व्रतपां निरतक्षन्
When the father shed his seed upon his own daughter, desiring her, the gods, self-born, created sacred speech, and the Lord of the House, the guardian of the vow, they fashioned.
स ईं वृषा न फेनमस्यदाजौ स्मदा परैदप दभ्रचेताः । सरत्पदा न दक्षिणा परावृङ्न ता नु मे पृशन्यो जगृभ्रे
He, like a bull, cast forth foam in the contest, the others, of little understanding, went far away; like a gift, the right hand turned aside, but the spotted one has taken hold of me.
मक्षू न वह्निः प्रजाया उपब्दिरग्निं न नग्न उप सीददूधः । सनितेध्मं सनितोत वाजं स धर्ता जज्ञे सहसा यवीयुत्
Swift as fire at birth, the upabdi approaches, like a naked man sits beside the kindled Agni; he seeks fuel, he seeks strength, he, the supporter, is born ever younger with might.
मक्षू कनायाः सख्यं नवग्वा ऋतं वदन्त ऋतयुक्तिमग्मन् । द्विबर्हसो य उप गोपमागुरदक्षिणासो अच्युता दुदुक्षन्
Swiftly the Navagvas, speaking truth, came to the friendship of Kanāyā, joined with truth; those of double shelter, who came to the herdsman, generous, unwavering, desired to milk.
मक्षू कनायाः सख्यं नवीयो राधो न रेत ऋतमित्तुरण्यन् । शुचि यत्ते रेक्ण आयजन्त सबर्दुघायाः पय उस्रियायाः
Swiftly to the friendship of Kanāyā, newer than before, like a gift, the truth flows forth, crossing over; pure is the line by which they approached you, for the ever-yielding cow, the bright one, gave her milk.
पश्वा यत्पश्चा वियुता बुधन्तेति ब्रवीति वक्तरी रराणः । वसोर्वसुत्वा कारवोऽनेहा विश्वं विवेष्टि द्रविणमुप क्षु
When the cattle, separated, are recognized from behind, so speaks the singer, rejoicing; the sons of Vasus, seeking wealth, ever active, discern all treasures, drawing them near.
तदिन्न्वस्य परिषद्वानो अग्मन्पुरू सदन्तो नार्षदं बिभित्सन् । वि शुष्णस्य संग्रथितमनर्वा विदत्पुरुप्रजातस्य गुहा यत्
Then, indeed, those who sat around him came, many gathering, desiring the unaging prize; they found the secret of the many-born, the hidden bond of Śuṣṇa, not to be broken.
भर्गो ह नामोत यस्य देवाः स्वर्ण ये त्रिषधस्थे निषेदुः । अग्निर्ह नामोत जातवेदाः श्रुधी नो होतरृतस्य होताध्रुक्
That is the radiance whose name the gods possess, and the sunlight, who sit in the triple realm; Agni is his name, Jātavedas; hear us, O Hotar, true priest, faithful to truth.
उत त्या मे रौद्रावर्चिमन्ता नासत्याविन्द्र गूर्तये यजध्यै । मनुष्वद्वृक्तबर्हिषे रराणा मन्दू हितप्रयसा विक्षु यज्यू
And those two, with fierce, shining rays, O Aśvins, O Indra, for praise, may you be worshipped; rejoicing among men on the strewn grass, delighting in the well-offered libations, worthy of sacrifice among the tribes.
अयं स्तुतो राजा वन्दि वेधा अपश्च विप्रस्तरति स्वसेतुः । स कक्षीवन्तं रेजयत्सो अग्निं नेमिं न चक्रमर्वतो रघुद्रु
This praised king, the wise, the singer, crosses over the waters, his own boundary; he, shaking the fire with branches, like a wheel's rim, stirs the swift-moving, restless one.
स द्विबन्धुर्वैतरणो यष्टा सबर्धुं धेनुमस्वं दुहध्यै । सं यन्मित्रावरुणा वृञ्ज उक्थैर्ज्येष्ठेभिरर्यमणं वरूथैः
He, the two-boundary Vaitaraṇa, the worshipper, would milk the ever-yielding cow, the horse; when Mitra and Varuṇa join together with hymns, Aryaman with the eldest guardians.
तद्बन्धुः सूरिर्दिवि ते धियंधा नाभानेदिष्ठो रपति प्र वेनन् । सा नो नाभिः परमास्य वा घाहं तत्पश्चा कतिथश्चिदास
That kinsman, the sage, has placed your thought in heaven, the closest navel, the singer proclaims; may that navel be ours, whether far or near—may I, even afterwards, attain to it in some way.
इयं मे नाभिरिह मे सधस्थमिमे मे देवा अयमस्मि सर्वः । द्विजा अह प्रथमजा ऋतस्येदं धेनुरदुहज्जायमाना
This is my navel, here is my seat; these are my gods, I am all this; the twice-born, the first-born of truth, this cow, newly calved, has yielded her milk.
अधासु मन्द्रो अरतिर्विभावाव स्यति द्विवर्तनिर्वनेषाट् । ऊर्ध्वा यच्छ्रेणिर्न शिशुर्दन्मक्षू स्थिरं शेवृधं सूत माता
Then the gentle, restless, shining one will be, the two-turning, eager for praise; when the upright line, like a child, is born, the mother sets forth the firm, ever-growing offspring.
अधा गाव उपमातिं कनाया अनु श्वान्तस्य कस्य चित्परेयुः । श्रुधि त्वं सुद्रविणो नस्त्वं याळाश्वघ्नस्य वावृधे सूनृताभिः
Then the cows followed the guidance of Kanāyā, after the barking of some dog; hear us, O you of rich gifts, you who prosper with the praises of the horse-slayer, with true words.
अध त्वमिन्द्र विद्ध्यस्मान्महो राये नृपते वज्रबाहुः । रक्षा च नो मघोनः पाहि सूरीननेहसस्ते हरिवो अभिष्टौ
So, O Indra, strike for us, mighty king, strong-armed, for great wealth; protect us, O generous one, guard our heroes; without fail, O Hariva, in your favor.
अध यद्राजाना गविष्टौ सरत्सरण्युः कारवे जरण्युः । विप्रः प्रेष्ठः स ह्येषां बभूव परा च वक्षदुत पर्षदेनान्
So when the kings strive for the cow, Saraṇyu runs for the poet, Jaraṇyu; the inspired, most beloved, has become theirs, and he will go forth, or he will cross over with them.
अधा न्वस्य जेन्यस्य पुष्टौ वृथा रेभन्त ईमहे तदू नु । सरण्युरस्य सूनुरश्वो विप्रश्चासि श्रवसश्च सातौ
Then, in the fullness of this noble one, we call out, though vainly, with loud voices; Saraṇyu is his son, the horse, and you are the sage, and you are famed for glory.
युवोर्यदि सख्यायास्मे शर्धाय स्तोमं जुजुषे नमस्वान् । विश्वत्र यस्मिन्ना गिरः समीचीः पूर्वीव गातुर्दाशत्सूनृतायै
If for your friendship, for your band, we have offered praise with reverence, in whom all voices, harmonious, gather, as in the past, for the giver, for the winning of true speech.
स गृणानो अद्भिर्देववानिति सुबन्धुर्नमसा सूक्तैः । वर्धदुक्थैर्वचोभिरा हि नूनं व्यध्वैति पयस उस्रियायाः
He, singing, endowed with the gods, with water, the good kinsman, with reverence and hymns; let him grow with praises, with words—now indeed he approaches the milk of the bright cow.
त ऊ षु णो महो यजत्रा भूत देवास ऊतये सजोषाः । ये वाजाँ अनयता वियन्तो ये स्था निचेतारो अमूराः
May you, O worshipful gods, united in purpose, become great in strength for our aid; you who bring forth the prizes, who move freely, who stand firm, who are wise and unfailing.
ये यज्ञेन दक्षिणया समक्ता इन्द्रस्य सख्यममृतत्वमानश । तेभ्यो भद्रमङ्गिरसो वो अस्तु प्रति गृभ्णीत मानवं सुमेधसः
Those who, joined with sacrifice and offering, have sought Indra's friendship and immortality—may the Angirases grant you blessing; accept, O wise ones, the gift of humanity.
य उदाजन्पितरो गोमयं वस्वृतेनाभिन्दन्परिवत्सरे वलम् । दीर्घायुत्वमङ्गिरसो वो अस्तु प्रति गृभ्णीत मानवं सुमेधसः
Those fathers who, with truth, broke open the enclosure for the cows in the revolving year—may the Angirases grant you long life; accept, O wise ones, the gift of humanity.
य ऋतेन सूर्यमारोहयन्दिव्यप्रथयन्पृथिवीं मातरं वि । सुप्रजास्त्वमङ्गिरसो वो अस्तु प्रति गृभ्णीत मानवं सुमेधसः
Those who, by truth, caused the sun to ascend and spread forth the mother earth and the sky—may the Angirases grant you noble offspring; accept, O wise ones, the gift of humanity.
अयं नाभा वदति वल्गु वो गृहे देवपुत्रा ऋषयस्तच्छृणोतन । सुब्रह्मण्यमङ्गिरसो वो अस्तु प्रति गृभ्णीत मानवं सुमेधसः
This one speaks sweetly in your house, O sons of gods, O sages, listen to that; may the Angirases grant you excellent prayers; accept, O wise ones, the gift of humanity.
विरूपास इदृषयस्त इद्गम्भीरवेपसः । ते अङ्गिरसः सूनवस्ते अग्नेः परि जज्ञिरे
Those sages of varied forms, trembling in depth, those Angirases, sons, were born around Agni.
ये अग्नेः परि जज्ञिरे विरूपासो दिवस्परि । नवग्वो नु दशग्वो अङ्गिरस्तमो सचा देवेषु मंहते
Those of varied forms who were born around Agni, around the sky; the nine-cowed, the ten-cowed Angirases, most worthy, are honored among the gods.
इन्द्रेण युजा निः सृजन्त वाघतो व्रजं गोमन्तमश्विनम् । सहस्रं मे ददतो अष्टकर्ण्यः श्रवो देवेष्वक्रत
With Indra as ally, they send forth the prize-rich herd, the Ashvins; the eight-eared ones, giving thousands, have made fame among the gods.
प्र नूनं जायतामयं मनुस्तोक्मेव रोहतु । यः सहस्रं शताश्वं सद्यो दानाय मंहते
Now let this Manu be born, let him rise as a child; he who desires to give thousands and a hundred horses at once.