WE COME TO WORSHIP THE GREAT ONE WHO IS BEAUTIFUL IN APPEARANCE. Honored by the mighty Devas
TO ASAMATI, THE FOUNTAIN OF GIFTS, LORD OF THE BRAVE, A RADIANT CHARIOT, The conqueror of Bhajeratha
HIM WHO, WHEN HIS HAND ARMED WITH SPORE OR EVEN WITHOUT WEAPONS OVERTHROWS Strong men as buffalo fighters in battle;
HIM WHO BRINGS FLUORISH TO THE IKSVAKU FAMILY, RICH AND SHINING-BRIGHT. As the Five Tribes in Heaven.
INDRA, SUPPORT THE PRINCIPAL POWER OF RATHAPROSTHAS MATCHED BY NONE, EVEN AS THE SUN FOR ALL TO SEE.
THOU DOUBLES THY RED HORSES FOR AGASTYA'S SISTER'S SONS. Thou overthrew the poor, all those, O King, who brought no gifts.
THIS IS THE MOTHER, THIS THE FATHER, THIS ONE COMES TO BE THY LIFE. WHAT BRINGS THEE FORTH IS EVEN THIS. NOW COME, SUBANDHU, GET THYSELF FORTH.
AS WITH THE LEATHER THONG THEY BIND THE CHARIOT YOKE TO HOLD IT FAST, SO HAVE I HELD THY SPIRIT FAST, HELD IT FOR LIFE AND NOT FOR DEATH, HELD IT FOR THY SECURITY.
EVEN AS THIS EARTH, THE MIGHTY EARTH, HOLDS FAST THE MONARCHS OF THE WOOD. SO HAVE I HELD THY SPIRIT FAST, HELD IT FOR LIFE AND NOT FOR DEATH, HELD IT FOR THY SECURITY.
SUBANDLIN'S SPIRIT I HAVE BROUGHT FROM YARNA, FROM VIVASVĀN'S SON, BROUGHT IT FOR LIFE AND NOT FOR DEATH, YEA, BROUGHT IT FOR SECURITY.
THE WIND BLows DOWNWARD FROM ON HIGH, DOWNWARD THE SUN-GOD SENDS HIS HEAT, DOWNWARD THE MILCH-COW POURS HER MILK: SO DOWNWARD GO THY PAIN AND GRIEF.
MY HAND IS FELICIOUS, YET MORE FELICIOUS IS THIS. THIS HAND CONTAINS ALL HEALING BALMS, AND THIS MAKES WHOLE WITH