1 MAY powers auspicious come to us from every side, never deceived, unhindered, and victorious, That the Gods ever may be with us for our gain, our guardians day by day unceasing in their care.
devā́nām bhadrā́ sumatír r̥jūyatā́ṃ devā́nāṃ rātír abhí no ní vartatām | devā́nāṃ sakhyám úpa sedimā vayáṃ devā́ na ā́yuḥ prá tirantu jīváse ||
2 May the auspicious favour of the Gods be ours, on us descend the bounty of the righteous Gods. The friendship of the Gods have we devoutly sought: so may the Gods extend our life that we may live.
3 We call them hither with a hymn of olden time, Bhaga, the friendly Dakṣa, Mitra, Aditi, Aryaman, Varuṇa, Soma, the Aśvins. May Sarasvatī, auspicious, grant felicity.
tán no vā́to mayobhú vātu bheṣajáṃ tán mātā́ pr̥thivī́ tát pitā́ diyaúḥ | tád grā́vāṇaḥ somasúto mayobhúvas tád aśvinā śr̥ṇutaṃ dhiṣṇiyā yuvám ||
4 May the Wind waft to us that pleasant medicine, may Earth our Mother give it, and our Father Heaven, And the joy-giving stones that press the Soma's juice. Aśvins, may ye, for whom our spirits long, hear this.
5 Him we invoke for aid who reigns supreme, the Lord of all that stands or moves, inspirer of the soul, That Pūṣan may promote the increase of our wealth, our keeper and our guard infallible for our good.
suastí na · índro vr̥ddháśravāḥ suastí naḥ · pūṣā́ viśvávedāḥ | suastí nas tā́rkṣyo áriṣṭanemiḥ suastí no bŕ̥haspátir dadhātu ||
6 Illustrious far and wide, may Indra prosper us: may Pūṣan prosper us, the Master of all wealth. May Tārkṣya with uninjured fellies prosper us: Bṛhaspati vouchsafe to us prosperity.
7 The Maruts, Sons of Pṛśni, borne by spotted steeds, moving in glory, oft visiting holy rites, Sages whose tongue is Agni, brilliant as the Sun, —hither let all the Gods for our protection come.
8 Gods, may we with our ears listen to what is good, and with our eyes see what is good, ye Holy Ones. With limbs and bodies firm may we extolling you attain the term of life appointed by the Gods.
9 A hundred autumns stand before us, O ye Gods, within whose space ye bring our bodies to decay; Within whose space our sons become fathers in turn. Break ye not in the midst our course of fleeting life.
10 Aditi is the heaven, Aditi is mid-air, Aditi is the Mother and the Sire and Son. Aditi is all Gods, Aditi five-classed men, Aditi all that hath been born and shall be born.
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Maṇḍala I