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क्षेत्रस्य पतिना वयं हितेनेव जयामसि। गामश्वं पोषयित्न्वा स नो मृळातीदृशे॥

kṣetrasya patinā vayaṁ hiteneva jayāmasi | gāmaśvaṁ poṣayitnvā sa no mṛḻātīdṛśe ||

WE through the Master of the Field, even as through a friend, obtain What nourisheth our kine and steeds. In such may he be good to us.

क्षेत्रस्य पते मधुमन्तमूर्मिं धेनुरिव पयो अस्मासु धुक्ष्व। मधुश्चुतं घृतमिव सुपूतमृतस्य नः पतयो मृळयन्तु॥

kṣetrasya pate madhumantamūrmiṁ dhenuriva payo asmāsu dhukṣva | madhuścutaṁ ghṛtamiva supūtamṛtasya naḥ patayo mṛḻayantu ||

As the cow yieldeth milk, pour for us freely, Lord of the Field, the wave that beareth sweetness, Distilling meath, well-purified like butter, and let the. Lords of holy Law be gracious.

मधुमतीरोषधीर्द्याव आपो मधुमन्नो भवत्वन्तरिक्षम्। क्षेत्रस्य पतिर्मधुमान्नो अस्त्वरिष्यन्तो अन्वेनं चरेम॥

madhumatīroṣadhīrdyāva āpo madhumanno bhavatvantarikṣam | kṣetrasya patirmadhumānno astvariṣyanto anvenaṁ carema ||

Sweet be the plants for us. the heavens, the waters, and full of sweets for us be air's mid-region. May the Field's Lord for us be full of sweetness, and may we follow after him uninjured.

शुनं वाहाः शुनं नरः शुनं कृषतु लाङ्गलम्। शुनं वरत्रा बध्यन्तां शुनमष्ट्रामुदिङ्गय॥

śunaṁ vāhāḥ śunaṁ naraḥ śunaṁ kṛṣatu lāṅgalam | śunaṁ varatrā badhyantāṁ śunamaṣṭrāmudiṅgaya ||

Happily work our steers and men, may the plough furrow happily. Happily be the traces bound; happily may he ply the goad.

शुनासीराविमां वाचं जुषेथां यद्दिवि चक्रथुः पयः। तेनेमामुप सिञ्चतम्॥

śunāsīrāvimāṁ vācaṁ juṣethāṁ yaddivi cakrathuḥ payaḥ | tenemāmupa siñcatam ||

Suna and Sira, welcome ye this laud, and with the milk which ye have made in heaven Bedew ye both this earth of ours.

अर्वाची सुभगे भव सीते वन्दामहे त्वा। यथा नः सुभगाससि यथा नः सुफलाससि॥

arvācī subhage bhava sīte vandāmahe tvā | yathā naḥ subhagāsasi yathā naḥ suphalāsasi ||

Auspicious Sita, come thou near: we venerate and worship thee That thou mayst bless and prosper us and bring us fruits abundantly.

इन्द्रः सीतां नि गृह्णातु तां पूषानु यच्छतु। सा नः पयस्वती दुहामुत्तरामुत्तरां समाम्॥

indraḥ sītāṁ ni gṛhṇātu tāṁ pūṣānu yacchatu | sā naḥ payasvatī duhāmuttarāmuttarāṁ samām ||

May Indra press the furrow down, may Pusan guide its course aright. May she, as rich in milk, be drained for us through each succeeding year.

शुनं नः फाला वि कृषन्तु भूमिं शुनं कीनाशा अभि यन्तु वाहैः। शुनं पर्जन्यो मधुना पयोभिः शुनासीरा शुनमस्मासु धत्तम्॥

śunaṁ naḥ phālā vi kṛṣantu bhūmiṁ śunaṁ kīnāśā abhi yantu vāhaiḥ | śunaṁ parjanyo madhunā payobhiḥ śunāsīrā śunamasmāsu dhattam ||

Happily let the shares turn up the ploughland, happily go the ploughers with the oxen. With meath and milk Parjanya make us happy. Grant us prosperity, Suna and Sira.