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h O Mitra and Varuna, Bedew our pasturage with ghee With mead the regions, O ye wise ones. i Do ye unloose your arms for us to live; Do ye bedew our pasturage with ghee; Make us famous among the folk, O ye young ones; Hearken, O Mitra and Varuna, to these my supplications. k Agni for you I honour in song, The god first of the bright ones; Honouring him who prospereth the fields Like a much loved friend. l Swiftly (goeth) the chariot of the worshipper [3] Like a hero in every contest; He who by sacrifice is fain to win the mind of the gods Shall prevail over those who sacrifice not. m Thou art not harmed, O sacrificer, Nor thou, O pourer, nor thou, O pious one; There shall be wealth of heroes, And plenteousness of swift steeds; No one shall in act approach him, No one shall anticipate him nor stay him. n Streams, health-bringing, like milch cows, Pour up to the man who hath sacrificed and shall sacrifice; Him who filleth and satiateth [4], bringing fame, Streams of ghee approach on all sides. o O Soma and Rudra, do ye drive away The evil spirit that hath entered our abode; Far away from us smite misfortune; Whatever sin we have done remove from us. p O Soma and Rudra, do ye give to us, In our bodies, all these medicines; Loosen and remove the evil we have done That is bound within our bodies. q O Soma and Pusan, begetters of wealth, Begetters, of sky, begetters of earth, Born as protectors of the whole world, The gods have made (you) the navel of immortality. r In the birth of these gods they rejoiced; They concealed the hateful darkness; Through these two, Soma and Pusan, The Indra made the cooked (milk) among the raw cows. Sacred-Texts Index Hinduism Index Yajur Veda Index Previous Next