Sukta 19

Mantra 1

अजरं क्षत्रम्। संशितं म इदं ब्रह्म संशितं वीर्य१ बलम्। संशितं क्षत्रमजरमस्तु जिष्णुर्येषामस्मि पुरोहितः

Unaging be the dominion. Sharpened is for me this holy power of prayer; sharpened the hero-force, the strength. Sharpened be the dominion, unaging—victorious for those of whom I am the chaplain set in front.

Mantra 2

समहमेषां राष्ट्रं स्यामि समोजो वीर्य१ बलम्। वृश्चामि शत्रूणां बाहूननेन हविषाहम्

Wholly may I be the realm of these; wholly their might, their hero-force, their strength. I hew away the arms of enemies with this oblation—aye, I.

Mantra 3

नीचैः पद्यन्तामधरे भवन्तु ये नः सूरिं मघवानं पृतन्यान्। क्षिणामि ब्रह्मणामित्रानुन्नयामि स्वानहम्

Let them step down low; let them become the lower—who make war upon our patron, the bounteous giver. I waste away the foes by holy power of prayer; I lead our own men upward—aye, I.

Mantra 4

तीक्ष्णीयांसः परशोरग्नेस्तीक्ष्णतरा उत। इन्द्रस्य वज्रात् तीक्ष्णीयांसो येषामस्मि पुरोहितः

Keen-edged beyond Agni’s axe are they, yea keener yet; keener than Indra’s thunderbolt are they, for whom I stand appointed Purohita.

Mantra 5

एषामहमायुधा सं स्याम्येषां राष्ट्रं सुवीरं वर्धयामि । एषां क्षत्रमजरमस्तु जिष्ण्वे३षां चित्तं विश्वेऽवन्तु देवाः

Of these may I become the weapon in full; their realm, rich in heroes, I enlarge. Let their sovereign power be unaging, conquering; and all the Gods be helpers of their mind.

Mantra 6

उद्धर्षन्तां मघवन् वाजिनान्युद् वीराणां जयतामेतु घोषः । पृथग् घोषा उलुलयः केतुमन्त उदीरताम्। देवा इन्द्रज्येष्ठा मरुतो यन्तु सेनया

Be roused, O Maghavan, the winning powers; let forth the shout of conquering heroes go. Let separate cries, the ululations bannered, be lifted up; let the Gods, Indra-chief, the Maruts, march along with the host.

Mantra 7

प्रेता जयता नर उग्रा वः सन्तु बाहवः । तीक्ष्णेषवोऽबलधन्वनो हतोग्रायुधा अबलानुग्रबाहवः

Go forth, conquer, O ye men: let your arms be fierce. With arrows keen—while they are weak of bow—let them be smitten in their dreadful weapons, weak, with strength subdued.

Mantra 8

अवसृष्टा परा पत शरव्ये ब्रह्मसंशिते । जयामित्रान् प्र पद्यस्व जह्येऽषां वरंवरं मामीषां मोचि कश्चन

Loosed forth, fly onward, O Arrow, sharpened by the sacred spell. Conquer the foes; rush on, and smite their best man each by each: let none of them escape at all.