WITHIN the waters runs the Moon, he with the beauteous wings in heaven. You lightning bolts with your golden wheels, men cannot find your resting place. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
Surely men seek and gain their desire. Close to her husband clings the wife. And, in embrace intertwined, both give and take the bliss of love. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
O never may that light, ye Gods, fall from its station in the sky. Ne'er fail us one like Soma sweet, the spring of our happiness. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
I ask the last of sacrifice. As envoy he shall tell it forth. Where is the ancient divine law? Who is its new diffuser now? Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
Ye Gods who dwell in the three lucid realms of heaven, What do ye count as truth and what as untruth? Where is mine ancient call on you? Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
What is your firm support of Law? What Varuṇa’s observant eye? How may we pass the wicked on the path of mighty Aryaman? Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
I am the man who sang of old full many a laud when Soma flowed. Yet torturing cares consume me as the wolf assails the thirsty deer. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
Like rival wives on every side enclosing ribs oppress me sore. O Śatakratu, biting cares devour me, singer of thy praise, as rats devour the weaver's threads. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
Where those seven rays are shining, thence my home and family extend. This Tṛta Āptya knows well, and speaks out for brotherhood. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
May those five Bulls which stand on high full in the midst of mighty heaven, Having together swiftly borne my praises to the Gods, return. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
High in the mid ascent of heaven those Birds of beauteous pinion sit. Back from his path they drive the wolf as he would cross the restless floods. Hear this my sorrow, ye Earth and Heaven.
Firm is this new-wrought hymn of praise, and meet to be told forth, O