I PRAISE your Chariot, Sacrifice’s Guide, Lord of Men, Priest of Tribes, Radiant, Guest of Night. Blazing among dry plants, Snatching amidst the green, the Strong, Holy Herald has Ascended to Heaven.
Him, Agni, Gods and Men have Made Their Chief Support, Who Drinks the Fat and Completes the Sacrifice. With Kisses They Caress the Grandson of the Red, Like Swift Light’s Ray, the Household Priest of Dawn.
Yea, We Discriminate His and the Niggard’s Ways: His Branches Evermore Are Sent Forth to Consume. When His Terrific Flames Reach the Immortal’s World, Then Men Remember and Exalt the Heavenly Folk.
For Then the Net of Law, Dyaus, and the Wide Expanse, Earth, Worship, and Devotion Meet for Highest Praise, Varuṇa, Indra, Mitra Were of One Accord, and Savitar and Bhaga, Lords of Holy Might.
Onward, With Ever-Roaming Rudra, Speed the Floods: Over Aramati the Mighty Have They Run. With Them Parijman, Moving Round His Vast Domain, Loud Bellowing, Dew All Things Within.
Straightway the Rudras, Maruts Visiting All Men, Falcons of Dyaus, Home-Dwellers with the Asura— Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman Look on With These, and the Swift-Moving Indra With Swift-Moving Gods.
With Indra They Enjoyed Toil, In the Light’s Beauty, In the Very Strong One’s Strength; The Singers Who Forged Him in Men’s Assemblies According to His Due, His Friend the Thunderbolt.
Even the Sun’s Bay Coursers Held Him Check: Each One Fears Indra as the Mightiest of All. Unhindered, From the Air’s Vault Thunders Day by Day the Loud Triumphant Breathing of the Fearful Bull.
With Humble Adoration Show This Day Your Song of Praise to Mighty Rudra, Ruler of the Brave: With Whom, the Eager Ones, Going Their Ordered Course, He Comes from Heaven Self-Bright, Auspicious, Strong to Guard.
For These Have Spread Abroad the Fame of Human Kind, the Bull Bṛhaspati and Soma