A glorification of Trita and Varuna

1He who with special plans and deathless spirit, waxing, well-born, hath come unto his birth-place, As he who shines upholds the days, thus Trita, of pure life, bears the Three as their supporter.

2He who, the first, approached the holy statutes makes, after, many beauteous forms and figures. Eager to drink, his birth-place first he entered who understands the word when yet unspoken.

3He who — the fluid gold, with radiant kinsmen — to fervent glow delivered up thy body, On him both set names, that shall live for ever: to him the regions shall send robes to clothe him,

4As these have gone to their primeval station, each gaining an imperishable dwelling, May kissing mothers of the bards’ beloved bring the pole-drawing husband to the sister.

5By holy wisdom I a sage, Far-Strider! offer to thee this lofty adoration. This worship both the mighty eddying rivers, coming together to this station, heighten.

6Seven are the pathways which the wise have fashioned: to one of these may come the troubled mortal. On sure ground where the ways are parted standeth Life’s Pillar in the dwelling of the Highest.

7Working, I go my way with deathless spirit: life, spirit, bodies have gone gladly thither. Aye, Sakra also gives his gift of treasure as when the sacrificer meets with power.

8Yea, the son asks dominion of his father: this they declared the noblest path to welfare. Varuna, let them see thy revelations: display the wondrous shapes of times to follow.

9Halt with the milk, its other half, thou minglest and with that half, strong! unbeguiled! increasest. Let us exalt the gracious friend, the mighty, Varuna son of Aditi, strength-giver. We have told him the marvels sung by poets. The utterance of Heaven and Earth is truthful.

A glorification of Indra

1In all the worlds That was the best and highest whence sprang the Mighty One of splendid valour. As soon as born he overcomes his foemen, when those rejoice in him who bring him succour.

2Grown mighty in his strength, with ample vigour, he as a foe strikes fear into the Dāsa, Eager to win the breathing and the breathless: All sang thy praise at banquet and oblation.

3All concentrate on thee their mental vigour what time these, twice or thrice, are thine assistants, Blend what is sweeter than the sweet with sweetness win quickly with our meath that meath in battle.

4If verily in every war the sages joy and exult in thee who winnest treasures, With mightier power, strong God, extend thy firmness: let not malevolent Kaokas harm thee.

5Proudly we put our trust in thee in battles, when we behold great wealth the prize of combat. I with my words impel thy weapons onward, and sharpen with my prayer thy vital vigour.

6Thou in that house, the highest or the lowest, which thy protection