Sukta 143

त्यं चिदत्रिमृतजुरमर्थमश्वं न यातवे। कक्षीवन्तं यदी पुना रथं न कृणुथो नवम्॥

tyaṁ cidatrimṛtajuramarthamaśvaṁ na yātave | kakṣīvantaṁ yadī punā rathaṁ na kṛṇutho navam ||

YE made that Atri, worn with eld, free as a horse to win the goal. When ye restored to youth and strength Kaksivan like a car renewed,

त्यं चिदश्वं न वाजिनमरेणवो यमत्नत। दृळ्हं ग्रन्थिं न वि ष्यतमत्रिं यविष्ठमा रजः॥

tyaṁ cidaśvaṁ na vājinamareṇavo yamatnata | dṛḻhaṁ granthiṁ na vi ṣyatamatriṁ yaviṣṭhamā rajaḥ ||

Ye freed that Atri like a horse, and brought him newly-born to earth. Ye loosed him like a firm-tied knot which Gods unsoiled by dust had bound.

नरा दंसिष्ठावत्रये शुभ्रा सिषासतं धियः। अथा हि वां दिवो नरा पुनः स्तोमो न विशसे॥

narā daṁsiṣṭhāvatraye śubhrā siṣāsataṁ dhiyaḥ | athā hi vāṁ divo narā punaḥ stomo na viśase ||

Heroes who showed most wondrous power to Atri, strive to win fair songs; For then, O Heroes of the sky, your hymn of praise shall cease no more.

चिते तद्वां सुराधसा रातिः सुमतिरश्विना। आ यन्नः सदने पृथौ समने पर्षथो नरा॥

cite tadvāṁ surādhasā rātiḥ sumatiraśvinā | ā yannaḥ sadane pṛthau samane parṣatho narā ||

This claims your notice, Bounteous Gods! - oblation, Asvins! and our love, That ye, O Heroes, in the fight may bring us safe to ample room.

युवं भुज्युं समुद्र आ रजसः पार ईङ्खितम्। यातमच्छा पतत्रिभिर्नासत्या सातये कृतम्॥

yuvaṁ bhujyuṁ samudra ā rajasaḥ pāra īṅkhitam | yātamacchā patatribhirnāsatyā sātaye kṛtam ||

Ye Twain to Bhujyu tossed about in ocean at the region's end, Nasatyas, with your winged sterds came nigh, and gave him strength to win.

आ वां सुम्नैः शंयू इव मंहिष्ठा विश्ववेदसा। समस्मे भूषतं नरोत्सं न पिप्युषीरिषः॥

ā vāṁ sumnaiḥ śaṁyū iva maṁhiṣṭhā viśvavedasā | samasme bhūṣataṁ narotsaṁ na pipyuṣīriṣaḥ ||

Come with your joys, most liberal Gods, Lords of all treasures, bringing weal. Like fresh full waters to a well, so, Heroes come and be with us.