pRshneH putraa upamaaso rabhiSThaaH svayaa matyaa marutaH sam mimikSuH

sam arvanto raghudruvaH saM sujaataasaH suuraya iSaM stotRbhya aa bhara

karhi svit tad indra yan nRbhir nRRn viirair viiraan niiLayaase jayaajiin

My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,

yaa martyaaya pratidhiiyamaanam it kRshaanor astur asanaam uruSyathaH

tvaSTaa cit te yujyaM vaavRdhe shavas tatakSa vajram abhibhuutyojasam

Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied.

yaabhiH kaNvam pra siSaasantam aavataM taabhir uu Su uutibhir ashvinaa gatam

divo vaa saanu spRshataa variiyaH pRthivyaa vaa maatrayaa vi shrayadhvam

Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:

rushad vasaanaH sudRshiikaruupaH kSitir na raayaa puruvaaro adyaut

tvaam mRjanti dasha yoSaNaH sutaM soma RSibhir matibhir dhiitibhir hitam

And he put the staves into the rings by the sides of the ark, to bear the ark.

saniiLebhiH shravasyaaaa\ni tuurvan marutvaan no bhavatv indra uutii

aa vaaM rathaM yuvatis tiSThad atra juSTvii naraa duhitaa suuryasya

yuvor RtaM rodasii satyam astu mahe Su NaH suvitaaya pra bhuutam

huve vaH sudyotmaanaM suvRktiM vishaam agnim atithiM suprayasam

bhuuyo-bhuuyo rayim id asya vardhayann abhinne khilye ni dadhaati devayum

yuvaM shaciibhir vimadaaya jaayaaM ny uuaa\hathuH purumitrasya yoSaam

A glorious high throne from the beginning is the place of our sanctuary.

Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep:

ghRtavatii bhuvanaanaam abhishriyorvii pRthvii madhudughe supeshasaa

pra yat stotaa jaritaa tuurNyartho vRSaayamaaNa upa giirbhir iiTTe

shishiite shakraH pishunebhyo vadhaM nuunaM sRjad ashaniM yaatumadbhyaH