सूक्त ७३

यो अद्रिभित्प्रथमजा ऋतावा बृहस्पतिराङ्गिरसो हविष्मान्। द्विबर्हज्मा प्राघर्मसत्पिता न आ रोदसी वृषभो रोरवीति॥

yo adribhitprathamajā ṛtāvā bṛhaspatirāṅgiraso haviṣmān | dvibarhajmā prāgharmasatpitā na ā rodasī vṛṣabho roravīti ||

SERVED with oblations, first-born, mountain-render, Angiras' son, Brhaspati, the Holy, With twice-firm path, dwelling in light, our Father, roars loudly, as a bull, to Earth and Heaven.

जनाय चिद्य ईवत उ लोकं बृहस्पतिर्देवहूतौ चकार। घ्नन्वृत्राणि वि पुरो दर्दरीति जयञ्छत्रूँरमित्रान्पृत्सु साहन्॥

janāya cidya īvata u lokaṁ bṛhaspatirdevahūtau cakāra | ghnanvṛtrāṇi vi puro dardarīti jayañchatrūramitrānpṛtsu sāhan ||

Brhaspati, who made for such a people wide room and verge when Gods were invocated, Slaying his enemies, breaks down their castles, quelling his foes and conquering those who hate him.

बृहस्पतिः समजयद्वसूनि महो व्रजान्गोमतो देव एषः। अपः सिषासन्स्वरप्रतीतो बृहस्पतिर्हन्त्यमित्रमर्कैः॥

bṛhaspatiḥ samajayadvasūni maho vrajāngomato deva eṣaḥ | apaḥ siṣāsansvarapratīto bṛhaspatirhantyamitramarkaiḥ ||

Brhaspati in war hath won rich treasures, hath won, this God, the great stalls filled with cattle. Striving to win waters and light, resistless, Brhaspati with lightning smites the foeman.