Texts

You drove (the cows) of Arbuda and the tricky Mr̥ gaya out, out the cows of Parvata. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

The fires shone out, out the sun, out the soma, the Indrian sap. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

You blew the great serpent out from the midspace: that manly act did you perform, Indra. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

The one that Indra and the Maruts, that Pākasthāman, the son of Kurayāṇa, gave me— (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

the most beautiful of all in body, like the one that runs in heaven [=sun]— (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

(That) sorrel has Pākasthāman given me, (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

good at the yoke-pole, filling his girthband, an awakener of wealth, (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

Alongside which the other ten draft-horses draw the yoke-pole (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

home, like birds the son of Tugra. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

Food is the lifebreath, garments the body, and anointment is the giver of strength. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

Food is the lifebreath, garments the body, and anointment is the giver of strength. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

But as the fourth I have proclaimed Pākasthāman, the nurturing giver of the sorrel. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))

But as the fourth I have proclaimed Pākasthāman, the nurturing giver of the sorrel. (Jamison and Brereton (2014))