Verse 16उदी॑र्ध्वं जी॒वो असु॑र्न॒ आगा॒दप॒ प्रागा॒त्तम॒ आ ज्योति॑रेति ।
आरै॒क्पंथां॒ यात॑वे॒ सूर्या॒याग॑न्म॒ यत्र॑ प्रति॒रंत॒ आयुः॑ ॥
údīrdhvam jīvó ásurna ā́gādápa prā́gāttáma ā́ jyótireti ǀ
ā́raikpánthām yā́tave sū́ryāyā́ganma yátra pratiránta ā́yuḥ ǁ
Verse 17स्यूम॑ना वा॒च उदि॑यर्ति॒ वह्निः॒ स्तवा॑नो रे॒भ उ॒षसो॑ विभा॒तीः ।
अ॒द्या तदु॑च्छ गृण॒ते म॑घोन्य॒स्मे आयु॒र्नि दि॑दीहि प्र॒जाव॑त् ॥
syū́manā vācá údiyarti váhniḥ stávāno rebhá uṣáso vibhātī́ḥ ǀ
adyā́ táduccha gṛṇaté maghonyasmé ā́yurní didīhi prajā́vat ǁ
Verse 18या गोम॑तीरु॒षसः॒ सर्व॑वीरा व्यु॒च्छंति॑ दा॒शुषे॒ मर्त्या॑य ।
वा॒योरि॑व सू॒नृता॑नामुद॒र्के ता अ॑श्व॒दा अ॑श्नवत्सोम॒सुत्वा॑ ॥
yā́ gómatīruṣásaḥ sárvavīrā vyucchánti dāśúṣe mártyāya ǀ
vāyóriva sūnṛ́tānāmudarké tā́ aśvadā́ aśnavatsomasútvā ǁ
Verse 19मा॒ता दे॒वाना॒मदि॑ते॒रनी॑कं य॒ज्ञस्य॑ के॒तुर्बृ॑ह॒ती वि भा॑हि ।
प्र॒श॒स्ति॒कृद्ब्रह्म॑णे नो॒ व्यु१॒॑च्छा नो॒ जने॑ जनय विश्ववारे ॥
mātā́ devā́nāmáditeránīkam yajñásya ketúrbṛhatī́ ví bhāhi ǀ
praśastikṛ́dbráhmaṇe no vyúcchā́ no jáne janaya viśvavāre ǁ
Verse 20यच्चि॒त्रमप्न॑ उ॒षसो॒ वहं॑तीजा॒नाय॑ शशमा॒नाय॑ भ॒द्रं ।
तन्नो॑ मि॒त्रो वरु॑णो मामहंता॒मदि॑तिः॒ सिंधुः॑ पृथि॒वी उ॒त द्यौः ॥
yáccitrámápna uṣáso váhantījānā́ya śaśamānā́ya bhadrám ǀ
tánno mitró váruṇo māmahantāmáditiḥ síndhuḥ pṛthivī́ utá dyáuḥ ǁ
📖 Immersive narrative, word breakdowns, and spiritual context
In this concluding movement, the Sūkta swells into a magnificent call to human awakening and prayer. 'Rise up!' cries the Ṛṣi (Udīrdhvam). The breath of life has returned, darkness has fled, and light has arrived, clearing the path for the sun and extending our span of life. The poet, acting as the inspired singer (vahni), lifts his voice in woven prayer (syūmanā vācaḥ), begging the bountiful Dawn to shine upon the chanter and bestow long, progeny-rich life.
Finally, the Sūkta expands into a cosmic benediction. Uṣas is invoked as the mother of the gods, the face of Aditi, and the banner of sacrifice. The Ṛṣi calls upon the great pantheon—Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, Sindhu, Earth, and Heaven—to ratify the blessing. May every sincere seeker and sacrificer receive the wondrous, auspicious boons that Dawn carries in her arms.
💭 Flowing Translation
Verse 16: Rise up! The spirit of life has come to us; darkness has fled away, and light approaches. She has cleared the path for Sūryā to travel, and we have reached where life is prolonged.
Verse 17: Weaving his words together, the singer lifts his voice, praising the shining dawns. O bountiful Dawn, shine forth today for the reciter; bestow upon us life blessed with progeny.
Verse 18: Those dawns that shine forth rich in cows and heroes for the mortal who offers gifts—like Vāyu at the outpouring of sweet Soma—may the Soma-presser attain those dawns that grant horses.
Verse 19: Mother of the gods, face of Aditi, banner of the sacrifice, vast and radiant, shine forth! Create praise for the sacred word within us, and engender glory in our people, O all-desirable Dawn.
Verse 20: Whatever wondrous wealth the dawns bear to the zealous sacrificer devoted to the gods—may Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, Sindhu, Earth, and Heaven confirm that blessed bounty for us.
📝 Scholar's Reading Note
Sāyaṇa analyzes the specific ritual gifts (cows, horses, progeny) requested by the sacrificer. Sri Aurobindo interprets the closing verses as a synthesis of spiritual integral awakening where human aspiration meets universal divine support from all cosmic forces (Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi).
🧠Memory Hook
Picture a community standing in a circle under the morning sky, holding hands as elders, priests, and children lift their faces to the sun, while cosmic deities nod in agreement from the heavens.