Sukta 53

वयमु त्वा पथस्पते रथं न वाजसातये। धिये पूषन्नयुज्महि॥

vayamu tvā pathaspate rathaṁ na vājasātaye | dhiye pūṣannayujmahi ||

LORD of the path, O Pusan, we have yoked and bound thee to our hymn, Even as a car, to win the prize.

अभि नो नर्यं वसु वीरं प्रयतदक्षिणम्। वामं गृहपतिं नय॥

abhi no naryaṁ vasu vīraṁ prayatadakṣiṇam | vāmaṁ gṛhapatiṁ naya ||

Bring us the wealth that men require, a manly master of a house, Free-handed with the liberal meed.

अदित्सन्तं चिदाघृणे पूषन्दानाय चोदय। पणेश्चिद्वि म्रदा मनः॥

aditsantaṁ cidāghṛṇe pūṣandānāya codaya | paṇeścidvi mradā manaḥ ||

Even him who would not give, do thou, O glowing Pusan, urge to give, And make the niggard's soul grow soft.

वि पथो वाजसातये चिनुहि वि मृधो जहि। साधन्तामुग्र नो धियः॥

vi patho vājasātaye cinuhi vi mṛdho jahi | sādhantāmugra no dhiyaḥ ||

Clear paths that we may win the prize; scatter our enemies afar. Strong God, be all our thoughts fulfilled.

परि तृन्धि पणीनामारया हृदया कवे। अथेमस्मभ्यं रन्धय॥

pari tṛndhi paṇīnāmārayā hṛdayā kave | athemasmabhyaṁ randhaya ||

Penetrate with an awl, O Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls, And make them subject to our will.

वि पूषन्नारया तुद पणेरिच्छ हृदि प्रियम्। अथेमस्मभ्यं रन्धय॥

vi pūṣannārayā tuda paṇericcha hṛdi priyam | athemasmabhyaṁ randhaya ||

Thrust with thine awl, O Pusan: seek that which the niggard's heart holds dear, And make him subject to our will.

आ रिख किकिरा कृणु पणीनां हृदया कवे। अथेमस्मभ्यं रन्धय॥

ā rikha kikirā kṛṇu paṇīnāṁ hṛdayā kave | athemasmabhyaṁ randhaya ||

Tear up and read in pieces, Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls, And make them subject to our will.

यां पूषन्ब्रह्मचोदनीमारां बिभर्ष्याघृणे। तया समस्य हृदयमा रिख किकिरा कृणु॥

yāṁ pūṣanbrahmacodanīmārāṁ bibharṣyāghṛṇe | tayā samasya hṛdayamā rikha kikirā kṛṇu ||

Thou, glowing Pusan, carriest an awl that urges men to prayer; Therewith do thou tear up and rend to shreds the heart of every one.

या ते अष्ट्रा गोपशाघृणे पशुसाधनी। तस्यास्ते सुम्नमीमहे॥

yā te aṣṭrā goopaśāghṛṇe paśusādhanī | tasyāste sumnamīmahe ||

Thou bearest, glowing Lord! a goad with horny point that guides the cows Thence do we seek thy gift of bliss.

उत नो गोषणिं धियमश्वसां वाजसामुत। नृवत्कृणुहि वीतये॥

uta no goṣaṇiṁ dhiyamaśvasāṁ vājasāmuta | nṛvatkṛṇuhi vītaye ||

And make this hymn of ours produce kine, horses, and a store of wealth For our delight and use as men.