2 Supreme in sovran power, far-sighted, Chiefs and Kings, most swift to hear from far away, Both, wondrously, set them in motion as with arms, in company with Sūrya's beams.
3 The rapid messenger who runs before you, Mitra-Varuṇa, with iron head, swift to the draught,
ná yáḥ sampŕ̥che ná púnar hávītave ná saṃvādā́ya rámate | tásmān no adyá sámr̥ter uruṣyatam bāhúbhyāṃ na uruṣyatam ||
4 He whom no man may question, none may summon back, who stands not still for colloquy, —From hostile clash with him keep ye us safe this day: keep us in safety with your arms.
8 Lords of great wealth, when we invoke your bounty which no demon checks, Both of you, furthering our eastward-offcred praise, come, Chiefs whom Jamadagni lauds!
ā́ no yajñáṃ divispŕ̥śaṃ vā́yo yāhí sumánmabhiḥ | antáḥ pavítra upári śriṇānó° ayáṃ śukró ayāmi te ||
9 Come, Vāyu, drawn by fair hymns, to our sacrifice that reaches heaven. Poured on the middle of the strainingcloth, and cooked, this bright drink hath been offered ilice.
10 He comes by straightest paths, as ministering Priest, to taste the sacrificial gifts. Then, Lord of harnessed teams I drink of the twofold draught, bright Soma mingled with the milk.
báṇ mahā́m̐ asi sūriya báḷ āditya mahā́m̐ asi | mahás te sató mahimā́ panasyate addhā́ deva mahā́m̐ asi ||
11 Verily, Sūrya, thou art great; truly, Āditya, thou art great. As thou art great indeed, thy greatness is admired: yea, verily, thou, God, art great.
báṭ sūriya · śrávasā mahā́m̐ asi satrā́ deva mahā́m̐ asi | mahnā́ devā́nām asuryàḥ puróhito vibhú jyótir ádābhiyam ||
12 Yea, Sūrya, thou art great in fame thou evermore, O God, art great. Thou by thy greatness art the Gods’ High Priest, divine, far-spread unconquerable light.
13 She yonder, bending lowly down, clothed in red hues and rich in rays, Is seen, advancing as it were with various tints, amid the ten surrounding arms.
prajā́ ha tisró atiā́yam īyur ní anyā́ arkám abhíto viviśre | br̥hád dha tasthau bhúvaneṣu antáḥ pávamāno haríta ā́ viveśa ||
14 Past and gone are three mortal generations: the fourth and last into the Sun hath entered. He mid the worlds his lofty place hath taken. Into green plants is gone the Purifying.
15 The Rudras' Mother, Daughter of the Vasus, centre of nectar, the Ādityas’ Sister-To folk who understand will 1 proclaim it-injure not Aditi, the Cow, the sinless.
16 Weak-minded men have as a cow adopted me who came hither from the Gods, a Goddess, Who, skilled in eloquence, her voice uplifteth, who standeth near at hand with all devotions.
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