YV 3.2o

t Aryaman goeth, the mighty bull, The giver of wealth, much invoked, deserving; With a thousand eyes, opening the cow-pens, with the thunderbolt in his arm, May the god bestow upon us wealth. u Thy many paths, O Aryaman, on which the gods go, O king, which come from the sky [4], With these, O god, grant us great protection; Be auspicious to our bipeds, to our quadrupeds. v From the depth to the top, sung by the Angirases, He moved asunder the firm places of the mountains; He burst their cunningly-made obstructions; These things did Indra in the joy of the Soma. w From the depth with the top he meted with measures, With the thunderbolt he crushed the hollows of the streams; Lightly he freed them with paths of long wanderings; These things did Indra in the joy of the Soma [5]. x Who was born knowing his connexion, The god declareth all births, From the middle of holy power he bore out holy power, From low on high he arose at his will. y Born in greatness, he established apart the great ones, The sky as a seat and the atmosphere of earth; From the depth be hath won to the top with his race, Whose deity is Brhaspati, the sovereign. z Him who with might riseth from the depth to the top, Brhaspati the gods desire to win; He broke Vala, he rendeth the forts, Thundering he won the heaven and the waters.