Bibliotheca Polyglotta

1 YOUR spy hath called to you to give prosperity. I sing to Heaven and Earth and offer sacrifice. They bathe their steeds and hasten through the firmament: they spread abroad their radiance through the sea of cloud.

ámād eṣām bhiyásā bhū́mir ejati nā́ür ná pūrṇā́ kṣarati vyáthir yatī́ |
dūredŕ̥śo yé citáyanta émabhir antár mahé vidáthe yetire náraḥ ||

2 Earth shakes and reels in terror at their onward rush, like a full ship which, quivering, lets the water in. Marked on their ways are they, visible from afar: the Heroes press between in mighty armament.

gávām iva śriyáse śŕ̥ṅgam uttamáṃ sū́ryo ná cákṣū rájaso visárjane |
átyā iva subhúvaś cā́rava sthana máryā iva śriyáse cetathā naraḥ ||

3 As the exalted horn of bulls for splendid might, as the Sun's eye set in the firmament's expanse, Like vigorous horses ye are beauteous to behold, and for your glory show like bridegrooms, O ye Men.

kó vo mahā́nti mahatā́m úd aśnavat kás kā́viyā marutaḥ kó ha paúṃsiyā |
yūyáṃ ha bhū́miṃ kiráṇaṃ ná rejatha prá yád bháradhve suvitā́ya dāváne ||

4 Who, O ye Maruts, may attain the mighty lore of you the mighty, who may reach your manly deeds? Ye, verily, make earth tremble like a ray of light what time ye bring your boons to give prosperity,

áśvā ivéd aruṣā́saḥ sábandhavaḥ śū́rā iva prayúdhaḥ prótá yuyudhuḥ |
máryā iva suvŕ̥dho vāvr̥dhur náraḥ sū́ryasya cákṣuḥ prá minanti vr̥ṣṭíbhiḥ ||

5 Like steeds of ruddy colour, scions of one race, as foremost champions they have battled in the van. The Heroes have waxed strong like we. 1grown manly youths; with floods of rain they make the Sun's eye fade away,

té ajyeṣṭhā́ ákaniṣṭhāsa udbhído ámadhyamāso máhasā ví vāvr̥dhuḥ |
sujātā́so janúṣā pŕ̥śnimātaro divó máryā ā́ no áchā jigātana ||

6 Having no eldest and no youngest in their band, no middlomost, preeminent they have waxed in might, These Sons of Pṛśni, sprung of noble ancestry: come hitberward to us, ye bridegrooms of the sky.

váyo ná yé śráyaṇīḥ+ paptúr ójasā ántān divó br̥hatáḥ sā́nunas pári |
áśvāsa eṣām ubháye yáthā vidúḥ prá párvatasya nabhanū́m̐r acucyavuḥ ||

7 Like birds of air they flew with might in lengthened lines from heaven's high ridges to the borders of the sky. The steeds who carry them, as Gods and mortals know, have caused the waters of the mounuains to des Gend.

mímātu dyaúr áditir vītáye naḥ sáṃ dā́nucitrā uṣáso yatantām |
ā́cucyavur diviyáṃ kóśam etá ŕ̥ṣe rudrásya marúto gr̥ṇānā́ḥ ||

8 May Dyaus, the Infinite, roar for our banquet: may Dawns toil for us, glittering with moisture. Lauded by thee, these Maruts, Sons o Rudra, O Ṛṣi, have sent down the heavenly treasure.

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