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पवित्रं ते विततं ब्रह्मणस्पते प्रभुर्गात्राणि पर्येषि विश्वतः। अतप्ततनूर्न तदामो अश्नुते शृतास इद्वहन्तस्तत्समाशत॥

pavitraṁ te vitataṁ brahmaṇaspate prabhurgātrāṇi paryeṣi viśvataḥ | ataptatanūrna tadāmo aśnute śṛtāsa idvahantastatsamāśata ||

SPREAD is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs from every side. The raw, whose mass hath not been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.

तपोष्पवित्रं विततं दिवस्पदे शोचन्तो अस्य तन्तवो व्यस्थिरन्। अवन्त्यस्य पवीतारमाशवो दिवस्पृष्ठमधि तिष्ठन्ति चेतसा॥

tapoṣpavitraṁ vitataṁ divaspade śocanto asya tantavo vyasthiran | avantyasya pavītāramāśavo divaspṛṣṭhamadhi tiṣṭhanti cetasā ||

High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering with light. The Swift Ones favour him who purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.

अरूरुचदुषसः पृश्निरग्रिय उक्षा बिभर्ति भुवनानि वाजयुः। मायाविनो ममिरे अस्य मायया नृचक्षसः पितरो गर्भमा दधुः॥

arūrucaduṣasaḥ pṛśniragriya ukṣā bibharti bhuvanāni vājayuḥ | māyāvino mamire asya māyayā nṛcakṣasaḥ pitaro garbhamā dadhuḥ ||

The foremost spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be. By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ,

गन्धर्व इत्था पदमस्य रक्षति पाति देवानां जनिमान्यद्भुतः। गृभ्णाति रिपुं निधया निधापतिः सुकृत्तमा मधुनो भक्षमाशत॥

gandharva itthā padamasya rakṣati pāti devānāṁ janimānyadbhutaḥ | gṛbhṇāti ripuṁ nidhayā nidhāpatiḥ sukṛttamā madhuno bhakṣamāśata ||

Gandharva verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the Gods. Lord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.

हविर्हविष्मो महि सद्म दैव्यं नभो वसानः परि यास्यध्वरम्। राजा पवित्ररथो वाजमारुहः सहस्रभृष्टिर्जयसि श्रवो बृहत्॥

havirhaviṣmo mahi sadma daivyaṁ nabho vasānaḥ pari yāsyadhvaram | rājā pavitraratho vājamāruhaḥ sahasrabhṛṣṭirjayasi śravo bṛhat ||

Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, thou corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of Gods. King, on thy chariot-sieve thou goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.