Rise up, with all your banners rise; prepare your strength, ye
vapoury Forms!
Serpents and fiends and Other Folk, charge and pursue our
enemies!
Let those who bear an evil name, in air, in heaven on earth, and
men,
After Trishandhi's will, revere your power, the sway that Know-
ledge gives, together with your ruddy flags.
Let those with iron faces, with faces like needles or like combs,
Flesh-eaters, rapid as the wind, cling closely to our foemen with
Trishandhi for their thunderbolt.
Omniscient Āditya, make full many a corpse to disappear.
Let this devoted army of Trishandhi be in my control.
Rise up, O Godlike Being, rise, Arbudi, with thine army: this,
Tribute is sacrificed to thee, Trishandhi's welcome offering
May this four-footed White-foot, may this arrow brace and bind
thee fast:
Together with Trishandhi's host, be thou, O Witchcraft, meant
for foes.
Down let the dim-eyed demon fly, and let her shorteared sister
shriek:
Red be the banners when the host of Arbudi hath won the day.
Let all the birds that move on wings come downward, all fowls
that roam the heavens and air's midregion.
Let beasts of prey and flies attacks, and vultures that eat raw
flesh mangle and gnaw the carcase.
By that same binding treaty which thou madest, Brihaspati!
with Indra! and with Brahma,
By Indra's pledge I bid the Gods come hither. Conquer on this
side, not on their side yonder.
Brihaspati Angirasa, Rishis made strong and keen by prayer,
Have set Trishandhi in the heaven, dire weapon that destroys
the fiends.
The Gods enjoyed Trishandhi for the sake of energy and power,
Him under whose protection, both, Indra and yon Āditya stand.
The Gods, victorious, won themselves all worlds by this oblation,
which
Brihaspati Angirasa effused, a very thunderbolt, a weapon to
destory the friends.
That fiend-destroying weapon which Brihaspati Angirasa poured
out and made a thunderbolt.
Even therewith, Brihaspati, I brush that hostile armament, and
strike the foemen down with might.
Over to us come all the Gods who eat the hallowed sacrifice
With this oblation be ye pleased: conquer on this side, not on
that.
Over,to us let all Gods come: dear is Trishandhi's offering.
Keen the great pledge through which, of old, the Asuras were
overthrown.
Let Vāyu bend the arrow-points of those who are our enemies.
Let Indra break their arms away: no power to lay the shaft be
theirs!
Āditya utterly destroy their missile! Chandramās bar the path
of him who lingers!
If they have issued forth strongholds of Gods, and made their
shields of prayer,
Gaining protection for their lives, protection round about, make
all their instigation powerless
With the Flesh-eater and with Death, following the Purohita,
On! forward with Trishandhi's host! conquering enemies
advance!
Do thou, Trishandhi, with the gloom of darkness compass round
our foes;
Let none escape of them expelled with speckled butter mixt with
curds.
Let White-foot fall upon those wings of our opponents' arma-
ment;
Mazed and bewildered be those hands of foes this day, O Nyar-
budi.
Mazed are the foemen, Nyarbudi! Slay thou each bravest man
of them: with this our army slaughter them.
Low lie the warrior, mailed, unmailed, each foeman in the rush
of war.
Down-smitten with the strings of bows, the fastenings of mail,
the charge!
The armour-clad, the armourless, enemies clothed with coats of
mail,
All these struck down, O Arbudi, let dogs devour upon the
earth.
Car-borne and carless fighting men, riders and those who go
on foot,
All these, struck down, let vultures, kites, and all, the birds of
air devour.
Low let the hostile army lie, thousands of corpses, on the
ground,
Pierced through and rent to pieces where the deadly weapons
clash in fight.
With eagles let them eat the evil-hearted, pierced in the vitals,
lying crushed and howling.
The foe whoe'er will fight against this our protecting sacrifice.
With this which Gods attend, with this which never fails to gain
its end,
Let Indra, Vritra-slayer, smite, and with Trishandhi as a bolt.
