Sukta 65

एषा स्या नो दुहिता दिवोजाः क्षितीरुच्छन्ती मानुषीरजीगः। या भानुना रुशता राम्यास्वज्ञायि तिरस्तमसश्चिदक्तून्॥

eṣā syā no duhitā divojāḥ kṣitīrucchantī mānuṣīrajīgaḥ | yā bhānunā ruśatā rāmyāsvajñāyi tirastamasaścidaktūn ||

SHEDDING her light on human habitations this Child of Heaven hath called us from our slumber; She who at night-time with her argent lustre hath shown herself e'en through the shades of darkness.

वि तद्ययुररुणयुग्भिरश्वैश्चित्रं भान्त्युषसश्चन्द्ररथाः। अग्रं यज्ञस्य बृहतो नयन्तीर्वि ता बाधन्ते तम ऊर्म्यायाः॥

vi tadyayuraruṇayugbhiraśvaiścitraṁ bhāntyuṣasaścandrarathāḥ | agraṁ yajñasya bṛhato nayantīrvi tā bādhante tama ūrmyāyāḥ ||

All this with red-rayed steeds have they divided: the Dawns on bright cars shine in wondrous fashion. They, bringing near the stately rite's commencement, drive far away the night's surrounding shadows.

श्रवो वाजमिषमूर्जं वहन्तीर्नि दाशुष उषसो मर्त्याय। मघोनीर्वीरवत्पत्यमाना अवो धात विधते रत्नमद्य॥

śravo vājamiṣamūrjaṁ vahantīrni dāśuṣa uṣaso martyāya | maghonīrvīravatpatyamānā avo dhāta vidhate ratnamadya ||

Dawns, bringing hither, to the man who worships, glory and power and might and food and vigour, Opulent, with imperial sway like heroes, favour your servant and this day enrich him.

इदा हि वो विधते रत्नमस्तीदा वीराय दाशुष उषासः। इदा विप्राय जरते यदुक्था नि ष्म मावते वहथा पुरा चित्॥

idā hi vo vidhate ratnamastīdā vīrāya dāśuṣa uṣāsaḥ | idā viprāya jarate yadukthā ni ṣma māvate vahathā purā cit ||

Now is there treasure for the man who serves you, now for the hero, Dawns! who brings oblation; Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song. Even to one like me ye brought aforetime.

इदा हि त उषो अद्रिसानो गोत्रा गवामङ्गिरसो गृणन्ति। व्यर्केण बिभिदुर्ब्रह्मणा च सत्या नृणामभवद्देवहूतिः॥

idā hi ta uṣo adrisāno gotrā gavāmaṅgiraso gṛṇanti | vyarkeṇa bibhidurbrahmaṇā ca satyā nṛṇāmabhavaddevahūtiḥ ||

O Dawn who standest on the mountain ridges, Angirases now praise thy stalls of cattle. With prayer and holy hymn they burst them open: the heroes' calling on the Gods was fruitful.

उच्छा दिवो दुहितः प्रत्नवन्नो भरद्वाजवद्विधते मघोनि। सुवीरं रयिं गृणते रिरीह्युरुगायमधि धेहि श्रवो नः॥

ucchā divo duhitaḥ pratnavanno bharadvājavadvidhate maghoni | suvīraṁ rayiṁ gṛṇate rirīhyurugāyamadhi dhehi śravo naḥ ||

Shine on us as of old, thou Child of Heaven,on him, rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvaja. Give to the singer wealth with noble heroes, and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.