Sukta 45

एष स्य भानुरुदियर्ति युज्यते रथः परिज्मा दिवो अस्य सानवि। पृक्षासो अस्मिन्मिथुना अधि त्रयो दृतिस्तुरीयो मधुनो वि रप्शते॥

eṣa sya bhānurudiyarti yujyate rathaḥ parijmā divo asya sānavi | pṛkṣāso asminmithunā adhi trayo dṛtisturīyo madhuno vi rapśate ||

YONDER goes up that light: your chariot is yoked that travels round upon the summit of this heaven. Within this car are stored three kindred shares of food, and a skin filled with meath is rustling as the fourth.

उद्वां पृक्षासो मधुमन्त ईरते रथा अश्वास उषसो व्युष्टिषु। अपोर्णुवन्तस्तम आ परीवृतं स्वर्ण शुक्रं तन्वन्त आ रजः॥

udvāṁ pṛkṣāso madhumanta īrate rathā aśvāsa uṣaso vyuṣṭiṣu | aporṇuvantastama ā parīvṛtaṁ svarṇa śukraṁ tanvanta ā rajaḥ ||

Forth come your viands rich with store of pleasant meath, and cars and horses at the flushing of the dawn, Stripping the covering from the surrounded gloom, and spreading through mid-air bright radiance like the Sun.

मध्वः पिबतं मधुपेभिरासभिरुत प्रियं मधुने युञ्जाथां रथम्। आ वर्तनिं मधुना जिन्वथस्पथो दृतिं वहेथे मधुमन्तमश्विना॥

madhvaḥ pibataṁ madhupebhirāsabhiruta priyaṁ madhune yuñjāthāṁ ratham | ā vartaniṁ madhunā jinvathaspatho dṛtiṁ vahethe madhumantamaśvinā ||

Drink of the meath with lips accustomed to the draught; harness for the meath's sake the chariot that ye love. Refresh the way ye go, refresh the paths with meath: hither, O Asvins, bring the skin that holds the meath.

हंसासो ये वां मधुमन्तो अस्रिधो हिरण्यपर्णा उहुव उषर्बुधः। उदप्रुतो मन्दिनो मन्दिनिस्पृशो मध्वो न मक्षः सवनानि गच्छथः॥

haṁsāso ye vāṁ madhumanto asridho hiraṇyaparṇā uhuva uṣarbudhaḥ | udapruto mandino mandinispṛśo madhvo na makṣaḥ savanāni gacchathaḥ ||

The swans ye have are friendly, rich in store of mcath, gold-pinioned, strong to draw, awake at early morn, Swimming the flood, exultant, fain for draughts that cheer: ye come like flies to our libations of-the meath.

स्वध्वरासो मधुमन्तो अग्नय उस्रा जरन्ते प्रति वस्तोरश्विना। यन्निक्तहस्तस्तरणिर्विचक्षणः सोमं सुषाव मधुमन्तमद्रिभिः॥

svadhvarāso madhumanto agnaya usrā jarante prati vastoraśvinā | yanniktahastastaraṇirvicakṣaṇaḥ somaṁ suṣāva madhumantamadribhiḥ ||

Well knowing solemn rites and rich in meath, the fires sing to the morning Asvins at the break of day, When with pure hands the prudent energetic priest hath with the stones pressed out the Soma rich in meath.

आकेनिपासो अहभिर्दविध्वतः स्वर्ण शुक्रं तन्वन्त आ रजः। सूरश्चिदश्वान्युयुजान ईयते विश्वाँ अनु स्वधया चेतथस्पथः॥

ākenipāso ahabhirdavidhvataḥ svarṇa śukraṁ tanvanta ā rajaḥ | sūraścidaśvānyuyujāna īyate viśvā anu svadhayā cetathaspathaḥ ||

The rays advancing nigh, chasing with day the gloom, spread through the firmament bright radiance like the Sun; And the Sun harnessing his horses goeth forth: ye through your Godlike nature let his paths be known.

प्र वामवोचमश्विना धियंधा रथः स्वश्वो अजरो यो अस्ति। येन सद्यः परि रजांसि याथो हविष्मन्तं तरणिं भोजमच्छ॥

pra vāmavocamaśvinā dhiyaṁdhā rathaḥ svaśvo ajaro yo asti | yena sadyaḥ pari rajāṁsi yātho haviṣmantaṁ taraṇiṁ bhojamaccha ||

Devout in thought I have declared, O Asvins, your chariot with good steeds, which lasts for ever, Wherewith ye travel swiftly through the regions to the prompt worshipper who brings oblation.