Yajur Sama Atharvan Vedas

THE YAJUR VEDA
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The Vajapeya
i. 7. 7.
a O god Savitr, instigate the sacrifice, instigate the lord of the sacrifice for good luck; may the divine
Gandharva who purifieth thoughts purify our thought; may the lord of speech to-day make sweet our
utterance.
b Thou art the thunderbolt of Indra, slaying obstructions, with thee may this one smite Vrtra.
c On the instigation of strength, the mother, the mighty one,
We shall proclaim with our speech, Aditi, by name,
Into whom all this world hath entered;
In her may the god Savitr instigate right for us.
d In the waters [1] is ambrosia, in the waters is medicine;
Through the guidance of the waters
Be ye steeds, O ye that are strong.
e Or Vayu thee, or Manu thee,
The seven and twenty Gandharvas;
They first yoked the steed;
They placed swiftness in it.
f Child of the waters, swift one, the towering onrushing wave most fain to win the prize, with it may
he win the prize.
g Thou art the stepping of Visnu, thou art the step of Visnu, thou art the stride of Visnu.
h May the two Ankas, the two Nyankas, which are on either side of the chariot,
Speeding on with the rushing wind,
The far-darting, powerful one, the winged one,
The fires which are furtherers, further us.
i. 7. 8.
a On the instigation of the god Savitr, through Brhaspati, winner of the prize, may I win the prize.
b On the instigation of the god Savitr, through Brhaspati, winner of the prize, may I mount the
highest vault.
c To Indra utter your voices, make Indra win the prize, Indra hath won the prize.
d O whip, strong, having strength for the prizes,
Do thou in the contests strengthen the steeds.
e The swift art thou, the runner, the strong.
f O steeds, hasten for the prize; conquer on the instigation of the Maruts: measure ye the leagues;
establish the ways [1]; attain the goal.
g For each prize aid us, O ye steeds,
For the rewards, O ye wise, immortal, righteous ones;
Drink of this mead, rejoice in it;
Delighted go by paths on which the gods go.
h May the swift coursers, who hear the call,
All hearken to our cry.
i Strong limbed, winning a thousand,
Eager to gain in the gaining of praise,
The steeds, which have won in the contests great prizes,
May they be propitious to us when we call.
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