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    Stanza 10.168.1

    वात॑स्य॒ नु म॑हि॒मानं॒ रथ॑स्य रु॒जन्ने॑ति स्त॒नय॑न्नस्य॒ घोषः॑ | दि॒वि॒स्पृग्या॑त्यरु॒णानि॑ कृ॒ण्वन्नु॒तो ए॑ति पृथि॒व्या रे॒णुमस्य॑न् ||

    vā́tasya nú mahimā́naṁ ráthasya rujánn eti stanáyann asya ghóṣaḥ divispŕ̥g yāty aruṇā́ni kr̥ṇvánn utó eti pr̥thivyā́ reṇúm ásyan

    Now, let's praise the greatness of Vayu's chariot. It moves, shattering everything, its roar like thunder. It reaches the sky, creating red hues, and it moves across the earth, scattering dust.

    Stanza 10.168.2

    सं प्रेर॑ते॒ अनु॒ वात॑स्य वि॒ष्ठा ऐनं॑ गच्छन्ति॒ सम॑नं॒ न योषाः॑ | ताभिः॑ स॒युक्स॒रथं॑ दे॒व ई॑यते॒ऽस्य विश्व॑स्य॒ भुव॑नस्य॒ राजा॑ ||

    sám prérate ánu vā́tasya viṣṭhā́ aínaṁ gachanti sámanaṁ ná yóṣāḥ tā́bhiḥ sayúk saráthaṁ devá īyate 'syá víśvasya bhúvanasya rā́jā

    The gusts of Vayu gather and move along his paths. They come to him together, like women to a gathering. The god moves with them on the same chariot, he, the king of all this world.

    Stanza 10.168.3

    अ॒न्तरि॑क्षे प॒थिभि॒रीय॑मानो॒ न नि वि॑शते कत॒मच्च॒नाहः॑ | अ॒पां सखा॑ प्रथम॒जा ऋ॒तावा॒ क्व॑ स्विज्जा॒तः कुत॒ आ ब॑भूव ||

    antárikṣe pathíbhir ī́yamāno ná ní viśate katamác canā́haḥ apā́ṁ sákhā prathamajā́ r̥tā́vā kvà svij jātáḥ kúta ā́ babhūva

    Moving through the sky on his pathways, he never rests on any day. He is the friend of the waters, the first-born, and the upholder of order. Where was he born, and from where did he come?

    Stanza 10.168.4

    आ॒त्मा दे॒वानां॒ भुव॑नस्य॒ गर्भो॑ यथाव॒शं च॑रति दे॒व ए॒षः | घोषा॒ इद॑स्य शृण्विरे॒ न रू॒पं तस्मै॒ वाता॑य ह॒विषा॑ विधेम ||

    ātmā́ devā́nām bhúvanasya gárbho yathāvaśáṁ carati devá eṣáḥ ghóṣā íd asya śr̥ṇvire ná rūpáṁ tásmai vā́tāya havíṣā vidhema

    He is the breath of the gods, the germ of the world. This god moves as he wills. His roars are heard, but his form is not seen. Let us worship that Vayu with offerings.

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