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RIG VEDA – BOOK TEN<br />
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9 Thou by whose lustre all the world of life comes forth, and<br />
by thy beams again returns unto its rest,<br />
O Surya with the golden hair, ascend for us day after day, still<br />
bringing purer innocence.<br />
10 Bless us with shine, bless us with perfect daylight, bless us<br />
with cold, with fervent heat and lustre.<br />
Bestow on us, O Surya, varied riches, to bless us in our home<br />
and when we travel.<br />
11 Gods, to our living creatures of both kinds vouchsafe<br />
protection, both to bipeds and to quadrupeds,<br />
That they may drink and eat invigorating food. So grant us<br />
health and strength and perfect innocence.<br />
12 If by some grievous sin we have provoked the Gods, O<br />
Deities, with the tongue or thoughtlessness of heart,<br />
That guilt, O Vasus, lay upon the Evil One, on him who ever<br />
leads us into deep distress.<br />
HYMN XXXVIII. Indra.<br />
1. O INDRA, in this battle great and glorious, in this loud din<br />
of war help us to victory,<br />
Where in the strife for kine among bold ring-decked men<br />
arrows fly all around and heroes are subdued.<br />
2 At home disclose to us opulence rich in food, streaming with<br />
milk, O Indra, meet to be renowned.<br />
Sakra, may we be thine, the friendly Conqueror's: even as we<br />
desire, O Vasu, so do thou.<br />
3 The godless man, much-lauded Indra, whether he be Dasa or<br />
be Arya, who would war with us,-<br />
Easy to conquer he for thee, with us, these foes: with thee may<br />
we subdue them in the clash of fight.<br />
4 Him who must be invoked by many and by few, who<br />
standeth nigh with comfort in the war of men,<br />
Indra, famed Hero, winner in the deadly strife, let us bring<br />
hitherward to-day to favour us.<br />
5 For, Indra, I have heard thee called Self. capturer, One,<br />
Steer! who never yields, who urges even the churl.<br />
Release thyself from Kutsa and come hither. How shall one<br />
like thee sit still bound that he may not move?<br />
HYMN XXXIX. Asvins.<br />
1. As 'twere the name of father, easy to invoke, we all<br />
assembled here invoke this Car of yours,<br />
Asvins, your swiftly-rolling circumambient Car which he who<br />
worships must invoke at eve and dawn.<br />
2 Awake all pleasant strains and let the hymns flow forth: raise<br />
up abundant fulness: this is our desire.<br />
Asvins, bestow on us a glorious heritage, and give our princes<br />
treasure fair as Soma is.<br />
3 Ye are the bliss of her who groweth old at home, and helpers<br />
of the slow although he linger last.<br />
Men call you too, Nasatyas, healers of the blind, the thin and<br />
feeble, and the man with broken bones.<br />
4 Ye made Cyavana, weak and worn with length of days,<br />
young again, like a car, that he had power to move.<br />
Ye lifted up the son of Tugra from the floods. At our libations<br />
must all these your acts be praised.<br />
5 We will declare among the folk your ancient deeds heroic;<br />
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yea, ye were Physicians bringing health.<br />
You, you who must be lauded, will we bring for aid, so that<br />
this foe of ours, O Asvins, may believe.<br />
6 Listen to me, O Asvins; I have cried to you. Give me-your<br />
aid as sire and mother aid their son.<br />
Poor, without kin or friend or ties of blood am I. Save me<br />
before it be too late, from this my curse.<br />
7 Ye, mounted on your chariot brought to Vimada the comely<br />
maid of Purumitra as a bride.<br />
Ye, came unto the calling of the weakling's dame, and granted<br />
noble offspring to the happy wife.<br />
8 Ye gave a ain the vigour of his youthful life to tge sage Kali<br />
when old age was coming nigh.<br />
Ye rescued Vandana and raised him from the pit, and in a<br />
moment gave Vispala power to move.<br />
9 Ye Asvins Twain, endowed with manly strength, brought<br />
forth Reblia when hidden in the cave and well-nigh dead,<br />
Freed Saptavadliri, and for Atri caused the pit heated with fire<br />
to be a pleasant resting-place.<br />
10 On Pedu ye bestowed, Asvins, a courser white, mighty with<br />
nine-and-ninety varied gifts of strength,<br />
A horse to be renowned, who bore his friend at speed, joygiving,<br />
Bhaga-like to be invoked of men.<br />
11 From no side, ye Two Kings whom none may check or<br />
stay, doth grief, distress, or danger come u on the man<br />
Whom, Asvins swift to hear, borne on your glowing path, ye<br />
with your Consort make the foremost in the race.<br />
12 Come on that Chariot which the Rbhus wrought for you, the<br />
Chariot, Asvins, that is speedier than thought,<br />
At harnessing whereof Heaven's Daughter springs to birth, and<br />
from Vivasvan come auspicious Night and Day.<br />
13 Come, Conquerors of the sundered mountain, to our home,<br />
Asvins who made the cow stream milk for Sayu's sake,<br />
Ye who delivered even from the wolf's deep throat and set<br />
again at liberty the swallowed quail.<br />
14 We have prepared this laud for you, O Asvins, and, like the<br />
Bhrgus, as a car have framed it,<br />
Have decked it as a maid to meet the bridegroom, and brought<br />
it as a son, our stay for ever.<br />
HYMN XL. Asvins.<br />
1. YOUR radiant Chariot-whither goes it on its way?-who<br />
decks it for you, Heroes, for its happy course,<br />
Starting at daybreak, visiting each morning every house, borne<br />
hitherward through prayer unto the sacrifice?<br />
2 Where are ye, Asvins, in the evening, where at morn? Where<br />
is your haltingplace, where rest ye for the night?<br />
Who brings you homeward, as the widow bedward draws her<br />
husband's brother, as the bride attracts the groom?<br />
3 Early ye sing forth praise as with a herald's voice, and, meet<br />
for worship, go each morning to the house.<br />
Whom do ye ever bring to ruin? Unto whose libations come<br />
ye, Heroes, like two Sons of Kings?<br />
4 Even as hunters follow two wild elephants, we with oblations<br />
call you down at morn and eve.<br />
To folk who pay you offierings at appointed times, Chiefs,<br />
Lords of splendour, ye bring food to strengthen them.