Sukta 111

Mantra 1

अया रुचा हरिण्या पुनानो विश्वा द्वेषांसि तरति स्वयुग्वभिः सूरो न स्वयुग्वभिः । धारा सुतस्य रोचते पुनानो अरुषो हरिः । विश्वा यद्रूपा परियात्यृक्वभिः सप्तास्येभिॠक्वभिः ॥

By this golden light, purifying himself, he crosses beyond all hatreds with his self-yoked steeds, like the Sun with his own yoked rays. The stream of the pressed Soma shines—purifying, the ruddy-golden one. When he moves around all forms with the seers, with the seven-mouthed powers of the Word.

Mantra 2

त्वं त्यत्पणीनां विदो वसु सं मातृभिर्मर्जयसि स्व आ दम ऋतस्य धीतिभिर्दमे । परावतो न साम तद्यत्रा रणन्ति धीतयः । त्रिधातुभिररुषीभिर्वयो दधे रोचमानो वयो दधे ॥

You find that treasure hidden by the Paṇis; with the Mothers you cleanse it in your own home—within the house of ṛta, by the acts of insight. Like a chant from afar is that place where the thoughts resound; shining, you establish the life-force by the threefold ruddy powers, you establish the life-force.

Mantra 3

पूर्वामनु प्रदिशं याति चेकितत्सं रश्मिभिर्यतते दर्शतो रथो दैव्यो दर्शतो रथः । अग्मन्नुक्थानि पौंस्येन्द्रं जैत्राय हर्षयन् । वज्रश्च यद्भवथो अनपच्युता समत्स्वनपच्युता ॥

He moves along the forward direction, clearly discerning; with his rays he is drawn together—his visible chariot, the divine visible chariot. The manly hymns came to Indra, gladdening him for victory; and the thunderbolt too—when you become unwavering in the battles, unwavering.