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.