The glorification of Rohita, a form of Fire and of the Sun

1Rise, Mighty One, who liest in the waters, and enter this thy fair and glorious kingdom. Let Rohita who made this All uphold thee carefully nurtured for supreme dominion.

2The strength that was in waters hath ascended. Mount o’er the tribes which thou hast generated. Creating Soma, waters, plants and cattle, bring hitherward both quadrupeds and bipeds.

3Ye Maruts, strong and mighty, sons of Prisni, with Indra for ally crush down our foemen. Let Rohita, ye bounteous givers, hear you, thrice-seven Maruts who delight in sweetness!

4Up to the lap of births, to lofty places, hath Rohita, the germ of Dames, ascended. Conjoined with these he found the six realms: seeing his way in front here he received the kingship.

5For thee hath Rohita obtained dominion, scattered thine ene-mies, become thy safeguard. So by the potent Sakvaris let Heaven and Earth be milked to-yield thee all thy wishes.

6Rohita gave the Earth and Heavens their being. There Para-meshthin held the cord extended. Thereon reposeth Aja Ekapāda. He with his might hath stab-lished Earth and Heaven.

7Rohita firmly stablished Earth and Heaven: by him was ether fixt by him the welkin. He measured out mid air and all the regions: by him the Gods found life that lasts for ever.

8Arranging shoots, springs, Rohita considered this Universe in all its forms and phases. May he, gone up to heaven with mighty glory, anoint thy sov-ranty with milk and fatness.

9Thy risings up, thy mountings and ascensions wherewith thou fillest heaven and air’s mid-region — By prayer for these, by milk of these, increasing, in Rohita’s kingdom watch, among his people.

10The tribes thy heat produced have followed hither the Calf and Gāyatri, the strain that lauds him. With friendly heart let them approach to serve thee, and the Calf Rohita come with his mother.

11Erected, Rohita hath reached the welkin, wise, young, creating every form and figure. Agni, refulgent with his heightened lustre, in the third realm hath brought us joy and gladness.

12Thousand-horned Bull, may Jātavedas, worshipped with butter, balmed with Soma, rich in heroes, Besought, ne’er quit me; may I ne’er forsake thee. Give me abundant men and herds of cattle.

13Rohita is the sire and mouth of worship: to him with voice, ear, heart I pay oblation. To Rohita come Gods with joyful spirit. May he by risings raise me till I join him.

14Rohita ordered sacrifice for Visvakarman: thence have I obta-ined this strength and energy. May I proclaim thee as my kin over the greatness of the world.

15On thee have mounted Brihatī and Pankti. and Kakup with great splendour, Jātavedas! The cry of Vashat with the voice uplifted and Rohita with seed on thee have mounted.

16He goes into the womb of earth, he robes himself in heaven and air. He on the Bright One’s