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1 E'EN from above the sky's bright realm come, Usas, by auspicious ways: 2 The chariot which thou mountest, fair of shape, O Usas light to move,− 3 Bright Usas, when thy times return, all quadrupeds and bipeds stir, 4 Thou dawning with thy beams of light illumest all the radiant realm.

2 Whom, most heroic, borne by Tawny Coursers, verily none subdueth in the battle; 3 Victor in fight, swift mover like a warhorse, pervading both worlds, rainer down of blessings, 4 Supporting heaven, the high back of the region, his car is Vayu with his team of Vasus. 5 Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered;

2 This lovely Soma is effused, O Indra and Brhaspati, 3 As Soma−drinkers to our house come, Indra and Brhaspati−and Indra−to drink Soma juice. 4 Vouchsafe us riches hundredfold, O Indra, and Brhaspati, 5 O Indra. and Brhaspati, we call you when the meath is shed, 6 Drink, Indra and Brhaspati, the Soma in the giver's house:

2 Knowing full well the Asura's time of coming, worship God Savitar with hymns and praises. 3 Not for reward doth Pusan send his blessings, Bhaga, or Aditi: his garb is splendour. 4 Sending the shelter which we ask, the foeless Savitar and the Rivers shall approach us. 5 They who devote such worship to the Vasus, singing their hymns to Varuna and Mitra,

2 Him, to be praised at each tribe's sacrifices, the Two young Matrons' sober−minded Herald, 3 Unlike in form are the Red God's two Daughters: one is the Sun's, and stars bedeck the other. 4 I with a lofty song call hither Vayu, all−bounteous, filler of his car, most wealthy. 5 That chariot of the Asvins, fair to look on, pleaseth me well, yoked with a thought, refulgent, 6 Bulls of the Earth, O Vata and Parjanya, stir up for us the regions of the water. 7 So may Sarasvati, the Hero's Consort, brisk with rare life, the lightning's Child, inspire us, 8 I praise with eloquence him who guards all pathways. He, when his love impelled him, went to Arka. 9 May Herald Agni, fulgent, bring for worship Tvastar adored, in homes and swift to listen, 10 Rudra by day, Rudra at night we honour with these our songs, the Universe's Father. 11 Ye who are youthful, wise, and meet for worship, come, Martits, to the longing of the singer. 12 Even as the herdsman driveth home his cattle, I urge my songs to him the strong swift Hero 13 He who for man's behoof in his afiliction thrice measured out the earthly regions, Visnu− 14 Sweet be this song of mine to Ahibudhnya, Parvata, Savitar, with Floods and Lightnings; 15 Give riches borne on cars, with many heroes, contenting men, the guard of mighty Order.

2 Waters which come from heaven, or those that wander dug from the earth, or flowing free by nature, 3 Those amid whom goes Varuna the Sovran, he who discriminates men's truth and falsehood− 4 They from whom Varuna the King, and Soma, and all the Deities drink strength and vigour,

2 For unto thee, O Angiras, O Son of Strength, move ladles in the sacrifice. 3 Agni, thou art Disposer, Sage, Herald, bright God! and worshipful, 4 Most Youthful and Eternal, bring the longing Gods to me, the guileless, for the feast. 5 Famed art thou, Agni, far and wide, Preserver, righteous, and a Sage. 6 Shine, Most Resplendent! blaze, send bliss unto the folk, and to thy worshipper 7 O Agni, as thou burnest down to earth even high−grown underwood, 8 Give us not as a prey to mortal enemy, nor to the wicked friend of fiends. 9 Protect us, Agni, through the first, protect us through the second hymn, 10 Preserve us from each fiend who brings the Gods no gift, preserve thou us in deeds of strength: 11 O Holy Agni, give us wealth renowned with men and strengthening life. 12 Wherewith we may o'ercome our rivals in the war, o'erpowering the foe's designs. 13 Agni is even as a bull who whets and brandishes his horns. 14 Not to be stayed, O Bull, O Agni, are thy teeth when thou art spreading far and wide. 15 Thou liest in the wood: from both thy Mothers mortals kindle thee. 16 And so the seven priests, O Agni, worship thee, Free−giver, Everlasting One. 17 For you let us whose grass is trimmed call Agni, Agni, restless God. 18 Agni, with noble psalm that tells his wish he dwells, thinking on thee who guardest him. 19 Agni, Praise−singer! Lord of men, God burner−up of Raksasas, 20 Let no fiend come among us, O thou rich in light, no spell of those who deal in spells.

2 Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us, 3 Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream, 4 To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining−cloth 5 Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas,