Rig Veda

Book 1, Hymn XLII. Pūṣan

1 SHORTEN our ways, O Pūṣan, move aside obstruction in the path:
Go close before us, cloud-born God.

2 Drive, Pūṣan, from our road the wolf, the wicked inauspicious wolf,
Who lies in wait to injure us.

3 Who lurks about the path we take, the robber with a guileful heart:
Far from the road chase him away.

4 Tread with thy foot and trample out the firebrand of the wicked one,
The double-tongued, whoe’er he be.

5 Wise Pūṣan, Wonder-Worker, we claim of thee now the aid wherewith
Thou furtheredst our sires of old.

6 So, Lord of all prosperity, best wielder of the golden sword,
Make riches easy to be won.

7 Past all pursuers lead us, make pleasant our path and fair to tread:
O Pūṣan, find thou power for this.

8 Lead us to meadows rich in grass: send on our way no early heat:
O Pūṣan, find thou power for this.

9 Be gracious to us, fill us full, give, feed us, and invigorate:
O Pūṣan, find thou power for this.

10 No blame have we for Pūṣan; him we magnify with songs of praise:
We seek the Mighty One for wealth.