Sukta 25

Mantra 1

अश्वावति प्रथमो गोषु गच्छति सुप्रावीरिन्द्र मर्त्यस्तवोतिभिः । तमित् पृणक्षि वसुना भवीयसा सिन्धुमापो यथाभितो विचेतसः

Foremost in horse-wealth, foremost amid kine, the mortal fares on, O Indra, by thy succouring aids. Him verily thou fillest with ampler treasure, as the Waters from all sides fill the River, wide-working.

Mantra 2

आपो न देवीरुप यन्ति होत्रियमवः पश्यन्ति विततं यथा रजः । प्राचैर्देवासः प्र णयन्ति देवयुं ब्रह्मप्रियं जोषयन्ते वरा इव

As goddesses, the Waters draw near the Hotṛ; they look upon the aid spread forth, as on the wide expanse. With leaders in the van the Gods lead onward the god-devoted man, dear unto sacred prayer, and cherish him as wooers a chosen maid.

Mantra 3

अधि द्वयोरदधा उक्थ्यं१ वचो यतस्रुचा मिथुना या सपर्यतः । असंयत्तो व्रते ते क्षेति पुष्यति भद्रा शक्तिर्यजमानाय सुन्वते

Upon the twain thou hast set the laud-worthy word—those paired ones with well-guided ladles who do thee service. Unchecked within thine ordinance it dwelleth and it thriveth: auspicious power for the sacrificer who presseth.

Mantra 4

आदङ्गिराः प्रथमं दधिरे वय इद्धाग्नयः शम्या ये सुकृत्यया । सर्वं पणेः समविन्दन्त भोजनमश्वावन्तं गोमन्तमा पशुं नरः

Then the Angirases first established vital power; the kindled Fires, by the Śamyā, they who by well-wrought rite. All sustenance from the Paṇi they won back together—food rich in horses, rich in kine, yea, cattle besides—for men.

Mantra 5

यज्ञैरथर्वा प्रथमः पथस्तते ततः सूर्यो व्रतपा वेन आजनि । आ गा आजदुशना काव्यः सचा यमस्य जातममृतं यजामहे

By sacrifices Atharvan first stretched out the paths; thereafter the Sun, the guardian of ordinance—Vena—was born. Forth drove the Cows did Uśanā Kāvya, in fellowship: that deathlessness, born of Yama, we worship with oblation.

Mantra 6

बर्हिर्वा यत् स्वपत्याय वृज्यतेऽर्को वा श्लोकमाघोषते दिवि। ग्रावा यत्र वदति कारुरुक्थ्य१स्तस्येदिन्द्रो अभिपित्वेषु रण्यति

When sacred grass is strewn for rightful lordship, or when a hymn, a verse, is sounded forth in heaven; where the pressing-stone speaks and the Ukthya singer chants—thereat, even there, Indra rejoiceth amid the draughts.

Mantra 7

प्रोग्रां पीतिं वृष्ण इयर्मि सत्यां प्रयै सुतस्य हर्यश्व तुभ्यम्। इन्द्र धेनाभिरिह मादयस्व धीभिर्विश्वाभिः शच्या गृणानः

Forth send I the mighty, the true draught for the Bull—for thy delight, O tawny-horsed, of the pressed Soma. Indra, with streaming ‘cows’ here do thou be gladdened, while praised with every hymn, with Śacī at thy side.