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प्र वः स्पळक्रन्सुविताय दावनेऽर्चा दिवे प्र पृथिव्या ऋतं भरे। उक्षन्ते अश्वान्तरुषन्त आ रजोऽनु स्वं भानुं श्रथयन्ते अर्णवैः॥

pra vaḥ spaḻakransuvitāya dāvane'rcā dive pra pṛthivyā ṛtaṁ bhare | ukṣante aśvāntaruṣanta ā rajo'nu svaṁ bhānuṁ śrathayante arṇavaiḥ ||

YOUR spy hath called to you to give prosperity. I sing to Heaven and Earth and offer sacrifice. They bathe their steeds and hasten through the firmament: they spread abroad their radiance through the sea of cloud.

अमादेषां भियसा भूमिरेजति नौर्न पूर्णा क्षरति व्यथिर्यती। दूरेदृशो ये चितयन्त एमभिरन्तर्महे विदथे येतिरे नरः॥

amādeṣāṁ bhiyasā bhūmirejati naurna pūrṇā kṣarati vyathiryatī | dūredṛśo ye citayanta emabhirantarmahe vidathe yetire naraḥ ||

Earth shakes and reels in terror at their onward rush, like a full ship which, quivering, lets the water in. Marked on their ways are they, visible from afar: the Heroes press between in mighty armament.

गवामिव श्रियसे शृङ्गमुत्तमं सूर्यो न चक्षू रजसो विसर्जने। अत्या इव सुभ्वश्चारवः स्थन मर्या इव श्रियसे चेतथा नरः॥

gavāmiva śriyase śṛṅgamuttamaṁ sūryo na cakṣū rajaso visarjane | atyā iva subhvaścāravaḥ sthana maryā iva śriyase cetathā naraḥ ||

As the exalted horn of bulls for splendid might, as the Sun's eye set in the firmament's expanse, Like vigorous horses ye are beauteous to behold, and for your glory show like bridegrooms, O ye Men.

को वो महान्ति महतामुदश्नवत्कस्काव्या मरुतः को ह पौंस्या। यूयं ह भूमिं किरणं न रेजथ प्र यद्भरध्वे सुविताय दावने॥

ko vo mahānti mahatāmudaśnavatkaskāvyā marutaḥ ko ha pauṁsyā | yūyaṁ ha bhūmiṁ kiraṇaṁ na rejatha pra yadbharadhve suvitāya dāvane ||

Who, O ye Maruts, may attain the mighty lore of you the mighty, who may reach your manly deeds? Ye, verily, make earth tremble like a ray of light what time ye bring your boons to give prosperity,

अश्वा इवेदरुषासः सबन्धवः शूरा इव प्रयुधः प्रोत युयुधुः। मर्या इव सुवृधो वावृधुर्नरः सूर्यस्य चक्षुः प्र मिनन्ति वृष्टिभिः॥

aśvā ivedaruṣāsaḥ sabandhavaḥ śūrā iva prayudhaḥ prota yuyudhuḥ | maryā iva suvṛdho vāvṛdhurnaraḥ sūryasya cakṣuḥ pra minanti vṛṣṭibhiḥ ||

Like steeds of ruddy colour, scions of one race, as foremost champions they have battled in the van. The Heroes have waxed strong like we.1grown manly youths; with floods of rain they make the Sun's eye fade away,

ते अज्येष्ठा अकनिष्ठास उद्भिदोऽमध्यमासो महसा वि वावृधुः। सुजातासो जनुषा पृश्निमातरो दिवो मर्या आ नो अच्छा जिगातन॥

te ajyeṣṭhā akaniṣṭhāsa udbhido'madhyamāso mahasā vi vāvṛdhuḥ | sujātāso januṣā pṛśnimātaro divo maryā ā no acchā jigātana ||

Having no eldest and no youngest in their band, no middlomost, preeminent they have waxed in might, These Sons of Prsni, sprung of noble ancestry: come hitberward to us, ye bridegrooms of the sky.

वयो न ये श्रेणीः पप्तुरोजसान्तान्दिवो बृहतः सानुनस्परि। अश्वास एषामुभये यथा विदुः प्र पर्वतस्य नभनूँरचुच्यवुः॥

vayo na ye śreṇīḥ papturojasāntāndivo bṛhataḥ sānunaspari | aśvāsa eṣāmubhaye yathā viduḥ pra parvatasya nabhanūracucyavuḥ ||

Like birds of air they flew with might in lengthened lines from heaven's high ridges to the borders of the sky. The steeds who carry them, as Gods and mortals know, have caused the waters of the mounuains to desGend.

मिमातु द्यौरदितिर्वीतये नः सं दानुचित्रा उषसो यतन्ताम्। आचुच्यवुर्दिव्यं कोशमेत ऋषे रुद्रस्य मरुतो गृणानाः॥

mimātu dyauraditirvītaye naḥ saṁ dānucitrā uṣaso yatantām | ācucyavurdivyaṁ kośameta ṛṣe rudrasya maruto gṛṇānāḥ ||

May Dyaus, the Infinite, roar for our banquet: may Dawns toil for us, glittering with moisture. Lauded by thee, these Maruts, Sons o Rudra, O Rsi, have sent down the heavenly treasure.