1. HOMAGE be paid unto thy wrath, O Rudra, homage to thy shaft: to thy two arms be homage paid.
2. With that auspicious form of thine, mild, Rudra! pleasant to behold, Even with that most blessèd form, look, Mountain-haunter! here on us.
3. The shaft which, Mountain-haunter, thou art holding in thy hand to shoot, Make that auspicious, Mountain-Lord! Injure not man nor moving thing.
4. O Dweller on the Mountain, we salute thee with auspicious hymn; That all, yea, all our people may be healthy and well-satisfied.
5. The Advocate, the first divine Physician, hath defended us. Crushing all serpents, drive away all Yâtudhânis down below.
6. That most auspicious One whose hue is coppery and red and brown, And those, the Rudras who maintain their station in the regions, who surround him in a thousand bands, of these we deprecate the wrath.
7. May he who glides away, whose neck is azure, and whose hue is red, He whom the herdsmen, whom the girls who carry water have beheld, may he when seen be kind to us.
8. Homage to him the Azure-nested, the thousand-eyed, the bountiful, Yea, and his spirit ministers—to them I offer reverence.
9. Loosen thy bowstring, loosen it from thy bow’s two extremities, And cast away, O Lord Divine, the arrows that are in thy hand.
10. Now stringless be Kapardin’s bow, his quiver hold no pointed shaft. The shafts he had have perished and the sheath that held his sword is bare.
11. Thy weapon, O Most Bountiful, the bow that resteth in thy hand,— With that, deprived of power to harm, protect thou us on every side.
12. So may the arrow of thy bow, in all directions, pass us by, And in a place remote from us lay thou the quiver that thou hast.
13. Having unbent thy how O thou hundred-eyed, hundred-quivered One! And dulled thy pointed arrows’ heads, be kind and gracious unto us.
14. To thy fierce weapon, now unstrung, be reverent obeisance paid. Homage be paid to both thine arms, and to thy bow be reverence!
15. Do thou no injury to great or small of us, harm not the growing boy, harm not the full grown man. Slay not a sire among us, slay no mother here, and to our own dear bodies, Rudra! do no harm.
16. Harm us not in our seed or in our progeny, harm us not in our life or in our cows or steeds. Slay not our heroes in the fury of their wrath. We with oblations ever call on only thee.
17. Homage to the golden-armed leader of hosts, lord of the 1 regions, to the trees with their green tresses, to the Lord of beasts be homage; homage to him whose sheen is like green grass, homage to the radiant Lord of paths, homage to the golden-haired wearer of the sacrificial cord, homage to the Lord of the well-endowed.
18. Homage to the brown-hued piercer, to the Lord of food be homage. Homage to Bhava’s weapon, homage to the Lord of moving things! homage to Rudra whose bow is bent to slay, to the Lord of fields homage, homage to the charioteer who injures, none, to the Lord of forests be homage.
19. Homage to the red architect, to the Lord of trees homage! Homage to him who stretched out the earth, to him who gives relief be homage. Homage to the Lord of Plants, homage to the prudent merchant! Homage to the Lord of bushes, to the shouting Lord of foot-soldiers who makes foes weep be homage.
20. Homage to the runner at full stretch, to the Lord of ministering spirits, homage! Homage to the conquering, piercing Lord of assailing bands, homage to the towering sword-bearer, to the Lord of thieves homage! Homage to the gliding robber, to the roamer, to the Lord of forests homage!
21. Homage to the cheat, to the arch-deceiver, to the Lord of stealers homage! Homage to the wearer of sword and quiver, to the Lord of robbers homage! Homage to the boltarmed homicides, to the Lord of pilferers homage! Homage to the sword-bearers, to those who roam at night, to the Lord of plunderers homage!
22. To the turban-wearing haunter of mountains, Lord of land-grabbers homage! Homage to you who bear arrows and to you who carry bows. Homage to you with bent bows, and to you who adjust your arrows, to you who draw the bow and to you who shoot be homage!
23. Homage to you who let fly and to you who pierce, homage to you who sleep and to you who wake, homage to you who lie and to you who sit, homage to you who stand and to you who run.
24. Homage to assemblies and to you lords of assemblies, homage to horses and to you masters of horses, homage to you hosts that wound and pierce, to you destructive armies with excellent bands be homage.
