RV 61 (2)

3 The whip is laid upon the flank. The heroes stretch their thighs apart, 4 Go ye, O Heroes, far away, ye bridegrooms with a lovely Spouse 5 May she gain cattle for her meed, hundreds of sheep and steeds and kine, 6 Yea, many a woman is more firm and better than the man who turns 7 She who discerns the weak and worn, the man who thirsts and is in want 8 And yet full many a one, unpraised, mean niggard, is entitled man: 9 And she, the young, the joyous−spirited, divulged the path to Syava, yea, to me. 10 Him who, like Vaidadasvi, like Taranta, hath bestowed on me 11 They who are borne by rapid steeds, drinking the meath that gives delight, 12 They by whose splendour both the worlds are over−spread they shine on cars 13 That Marut band is ever young, borne on bright cars, unblamable, 14 Who knoweth, verily, of these where the All−shakers take delight, 15 Guides are ye, lovers of the song to mortal man through holy hymn, 16 Do ye, destroyers of the foe, worshipful and exceeding bright, 17 OUrmya, bear thou far away to Darbhya this my hymn of praise, 18 From me to Rathaviti say, when he hath pressed the Soma juice, 19 This wealthy Rathaviti dwells among the people rich in kine,