4 Thou didst produce him, Deathless God mid mortal men for maintenance of Law and lovely Amṛta: Thou evermore hast moved making strength flow to us.
abhí-abhi hí śrávasā tatárditha útsaṃ ná káṃ cij janapā́nam ákṣitam | śáryābhir ná bháramāṇo gábhastiyoḥ ||
5 All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as ’twere a never-failing well for men to drink, Borne on thy way in fragments from the presser's arms.
6 Then, beautifully radiant, certain Heavenly Ones, have sung to him their kinship as they looked thereon, And Savitar the God opens as ’twere a stall.
tuvé soma prathamā́ vr̥ktábarhiṣo mahé vā́jāya śrávase dhíyaṃ dadhuḥ | sá tváṃ no vīra vīríyāya codaya ||
7 Soma, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to thee for mighty strength and for renown: So, Hero, urge us onward to heroic power.
8 They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud: They lifted up their voice to Indra athis birth.
ádha yád imé pavamāna ródasī imā́ ca víśvā bhúvanābhí majmánā | yūthé ná niṣṭhā́ vr̥ṣabhó ví tiṣṭhase ||
9 As long as thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and all existence in thy might, Thou standest like a Bull the chief amid the herd.
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Maṇḍala I