सूक्त १५३

यजामहे वां महः सजोषा हव्येभिर्मित्रावरुणा नमोभिः। घृतैर्घृतस्नू अध यद्वामस्मे अध्वर्यवो न धीतिभिर्भरन्ति॥

yajāmahe vāṁ mahaḥ sajoṣā havyebhirmitrāvaruṇā namobhiḥ | ghṛtairghṛtasnū adha yadvāmasme adhvaryavo na dhītibhirbharanti ||

WE worship with our reverence and oblations you, Mitra Varuna, accordant, mighty, So that with us, ye Twain whose backs are sprinkled with oil, the priests with oil and hymns support you.

प्रस्तुतिर्वां धाम न प्रयुक्तिरयामि मित्रावरुणा सुवृक्तिः। अनक्ति यद्वां विदथेषु होता सुम्नं वां सूरिर्वृषणावियक्षन्॥

prastutirvāṁ dhāma na prayuktirayāmi mitrāvaruṇā suvṛktiḥ | anakti yadvāṁ vidatheṣu hotā sumnaṁ vāṁ sūrirvṛṣaṇāviyakṣan ||

Your praise is like a mighty power, an impulse: to you, Twain Gods, a well-formed hymn is offered, As the priest decks yon, Strong Ones, in assemblies, and the prince fain to worship you for blessings.

पीपाय धेनुरदितिरृताय जनाय मित्रावरुणा हविर्दे। हिनोति यद्वां विदथे सपर्यन्स रातहव्यो मानुषो न होता॥

pīpāya dhenuraditirṛtāya janāya mitrāvaruṇā havirde | hinoti yadvāṁ vidathe saparyansa rātahavyo mānuṣo na hotā ||

O Mitra-Varuna, Aditi the Milch-cow streams for the rite, for folk who bring oblation, When in the assembly he who worships moves you, like to a human priest, with gifts presented.

उत वां विक्षु मद्यास्वन्धो गाव आपश्च पीपयन्त देवीः। उतो नो अस्य पूर्व्यः पतिर्दन्वीतं पातं पयस उस्रियायाः॥

uta vāṁ vikṣu madyāsvandho gāva āpaśca pīpayanta devīḥ | uto no asya pūrvyaḥ patirdanvītaṁ pātaṁ payasa usriyāyāḥ ||

So may the kine and heavenly Waters pour you sweet drink in families that make you joyful. Of this may he, the ancient House-Lord, give us. Enjoy, drink of the milk the cow provideth.