2This, Mitra−Varuna, is your special greatness: floods that stood there they with the days attracted. Ye cause to flow all voices of the cowpen: your single chariotfelly hath rolled hither.

3O Mitra−Varuna, ye by your greatness, both Kings, have firmly stablished earth and heaven, Ye caused the cows to stream, the plants to flourish, and, scattering swift drops, sent down the rain−flood.

4Let your well−harnessed horses bear you hither: hitherward let them come with reins drawn tightly. A covering cloud of sacred oil attends you, and your streams flow to us from days aforetime.

5To make the lustre wider and more famous, guarding the sacred grass with veneration, Ye, Mitra−Varuna, firm, strong, awe−inspiring, are seated on a throne amid oblations.

6With hands that shed no blood, guarding the pious, whom, Varuni3, ye save amid oblations. Ye Twain, together, Kings of willing spirit, uphold dominion based on thousand pillars.

7Adorned with gold, its columns are of iron. in heaven it glitters like a whip for horses; Or stablished on a field deep−spoiled and fruitful. So may we share the meath that loads your car−seat.

8Ye mount your car gold−hued at break of morning, and iron−pillared when the Sun is setting, And from that place, O Varuna and Mitra, behold infinity and limit~tion.

9Bountiful guardians of the world! the shelter that is impenetrable, strongest, flawless, Aid us with that, O Varuna and Mitra, and when we long to win may we be victors.

10Him who, like Vaidadasvi, like Taranta, hath bestowed on me A hundred cows in liberal gift.

11They who are borne by rapid steeds, drinking the meath that gives delight, They have attained high glories here.

12They by whose splendour both the worlds are over−spread they shine on cars As the gold gleams above in heaven.

13That Marut band is ever young, borne on bright cars, unblamable, Moving to victory, checked by none.

14Who knoweth, verily, of these where the All−shakers take delight, Born, spotless, after sacred Law?

15Guides are ye, lovers of the song to mortal man through holy hymn, And hearers when he cries for help.

16Do ye, destroyers of the foe, worshipful and exceeding bright, Send down the treasures that we crave.

17OUrmya, bear thou far away to Darbhya this my hymn of praise, Songs, Goddess, as if chariot−borne.

18From me to Rathaviti say, when he hath pressed the Soma juice, The wish I had departeth not.

19This wealthy Rathaviti dwells among the people rich in kine, Among the mountains, far withdrawn. HYMN LXII. Mitra−Varuna 1. BY your high Law firm order is established there where they loose for travel Surya's horses. Ten hundred stood together: there I looked on this the most marvellous Deities' one chief glory.