Sukta 93

Mantra 1

साकमुक्षो मर्जयन्त स्वसारो दश धीरस्य धीतयो धनुत्रीः । हरिः पर्यद्रवज्जाः सूर्यस्य द्रोणं ननक्षे अत्यो न वाजी ॥

Together the sisters polish the bull; ten bow-bearing thoughts of the steadfast one. The tawny one runs around—born of the Sun—he reaches the trough like a swift steed, a bringer of plenitude-force.

Mantra 2

सं मातृभिर्न शिशुर्वावशानो वृषा दधन्वे पुरुवारो अद्भिः । मर्यो न योषामभि निष्कृतं यन्त्सं गच्छते कलश उस्रियाभिः ॥

Eager like a child with the mothers, the bull is set in motion with the waters, rich in many coverings. Like a young man toward the maiden, he goes to the prepared place; he comes together in the jar with the shining streams.

Mantra 3

उत प्र पिप्य ऊधरघ्न्याया इन्दुर्धाराभिः सचते सुमेधाः । मूर्धानं गावः पयसा चमूष्वभि श्रीणन्ति वसुभिर्न निक्तैः ॥

And he swells the udder of the inviolate Cow; the drop, rich in right intelligence, accompanies the streams. The cows anoint his head in the bowls with milk, as with treasures freshly washed—filling him with substance and brightness.

Mantra 4

स नो देवेभिः पवमान रदेन्दो रयिमश्विनं वावशानः । रथिरायतामुशती पुरंधिरस्मद्र्यगा दावने वसूनाम् ॥

Give us, O Indu purifying, with the gods: wealth that is swift and luminous, desired by the soul. Let the eager plenitude come driving toward us, to the giving of true treasures.

Mantra 5

नू नो रयिमुप मास्व नृवन्तं पुनानो वाताप्यं विश्वश्चन्द्रम् । प्र वन्दितुरिन्दो तार्यायुः प्रातर्मक्षू धियावसुर्जगम्यात् ॥

Now bring near to us the wealth that is full of manhood, O purifying one—fresh as the wind, shining for all. May the praiser, O Indu, cross beyond in life; may he quickly at dawn arrive, rich in inspired substance.