युवं वस्त्रणि पुवसा वसाथे युवोरछिद्रा मन्तवो ह सर्गाः | अवातिरतमन्र्तानि विश्व रतेन मित्रावरुणा सचेथे || एतच्चन तवो वि चिकेतदेषां सत्यो मन्त्रः कविशस्त रघावान | तरिरश्रिं हन्ति चतुरश्रिरुग्रो देवनिदो ह परथमाजूर्यन || अपादेति परथमा पद्वतीनां कस्तद वां मित्रावरुणा चिकेत | गर्भो भारं भरत्या चिदस्य रतं पिपर्त्यन्र्तं नि तारीत || परयन्तमित परि जारं कनीनां पश्यामसि नोपनिपद्यमानम | अनवप्र्ग्णा वितता वसानं परियं मित्रस्य वरुणस्य धाम || अनश्वो जातो अनभीशुरर्वा कनिक्रदत पतयदूर्ध्वसानुः | अचित्तं बरह्म जुजुषुर्युवानः पर मित्रे धाम वरुणेग्र्णन्तः || आ धेनवो मामतेयमवन्तीर्ब्रह्मप्रियं पीपयन सस्मिन्नूधन | पित्वो भिक्षेत वयुनानि विद्वानासाविवासन्नदितिमुरुष्येत || आ वां मित्रावरुणा हव्यजुष्टिं नमसा देवाववसा वव्र्त्याम | अस्माकं बरह्म पर्तनासु सह्या अस्माकं वर्ष्टिर्दिव्यासुपारा || yuvaṃ vastraṇi puvasā vasāthe yuvorachidrā mantavo ha sarghāḥ | avātiratamanṛtāni viśva ṛtena mitrāvaruṇā sacethe || etaccana tvo vi ciketadeṣāṃ satyo mantraḥ kaviśasta ṛghāvān | triraśriṃ hanti caturaśrirughro devanido ha prathamāajūryan || apādeti prathamā padvatīnāṃ kastad vāṃ mitrāvaruṇā ciketa | gharbho bhāraṃ bharatyā cidasya ṛtaṃ pipartyanṛtaṃ ni tārīt || prayantamit pari jāraṃ kanīnāṃ paśyāmasi nopanipadyamānam | anavapṛghṇā vitatā vasānaṃ priyaṃ mitrasya varuṇasya dhāma || anaśvo jāto anabhīśurarvā kanikradat patayadūrdhvasānuḥ | acittaṃ brahma jujuṣuryuvānaḥ pra mitre dhāma varuṇeghṛṇantaḥ || ā dhenavo māmateyamavantīrbrahmapriyaṃ pīpayan sasminnūdhan | pitvo bhikṣeta vayunāni vidvānāsāvivāsannaditimuruṣyet || ā vāṃ mitrāvaruṇā havyajuṣṭiṃ namasā devāvavasā vavṛtyām | asmākaṃ brahma pṛtanāsu sahyā asmākaṃ vṛṣṭirdivyāsupārā || |
2. This might of theirs hath no one comprehended. True is the crushing word the sage hath uttered,The fearful four-edged bolt smites down the three-edged, and those who hate the Gods first fall and perish.
3. The Footless Maid precedeth footed creatures. Who marketh, Mitra-Varuna, this your doing?The Babe Unborn supporteth this world's burthen, fuIfilleth Law and overcometh falsehood.
4. We look on him the darling of the Maidens, always advancing, never falling downward,Wearing inseparable, wide-spread raiment, Mitra's and Varuna's delightful glory.
5. Unbridled Courser, horn but not of horses, neighing he flieth on with back uplifted.The youthful love mystery thought-surpassing, praising in Mitra-Varuna, its glory.
6. May the milch-kine who favour Mamateya prosper in this world him who loves devotion.May he, well skilled in rites, be food, and calling Aditi with his lips give us assistance.
7. Gods, Mitra-Varuna, with love and worship, let me make you delight in this oblation.May our prayer be victorious in battles, may we have rain from heaven to make us prosper.