IMPETUOUS, true, let Maghavan come hither, and let his Tawny Coursers speed to reach us. For him have we pressed juice exceeding potent: here, praised with song, let him effect his visit.
Unyoke, as at thy journey's end, O Hero, to gladden thee today at this libation. Like Uśanā, the priest shall praise you, Lord Divine, who marks the way.
When the Bull, quaffing, praises our libation, as a sage pays holy rites in secret, Seven singers here from heaven have been born, who even by day perform their tasks while singing.
When heaven's fair light by hymns was made apparent (they made great splendour shine at break of morning), He with his succour, best of Heroes, scattered the blinding darkness so that men saw clearly.
Indra, Impetuous One, has grown immensely: he with his vastness fills earth and sky. Even beyond this, his majesty extends who has surpassed all worlds in greatness.
Śakra, who knows well all human actions, with his eager Friends lets loose the waters. They with their songs cleave even the mountains and willingly disclose the stalls of cattle.
He smote away the floods' obstructer, Vṛtra; Earth, conscious, lent her aid to speed thy thunder. Thou sentest forth the ocean's waters, as Lord through power and might, O daring Hero.
When, Much-invoked! the water's rock thou cleftest, Saramā showed herself and went before thee. Hymned by Aṅgirases, bursting the cow-stalls, much strength thou foundest for us as our leader.
Come, Maghavan, Friend of Man, to aid the singer imploring thee in battle for the sunlight. Speed him with help in his inspired invocations: down sink the sorcerer, the prayerless Dasyu.
Come to our home resolved to slay the Dasyu: Kutsa longed eagerly to win thy friendship. Alike in form ye both sat in his dwelling; the faithful Lady was in doubt between you.
Thou comest, fain to succour him, with Kutsa— a goad that masters both the Wind-God's horses, That, holding the brown steeds like spoil for capture, the sage may on