Rig Veda 1.105

candramā apsv antar ā suparṇo dhāvate divi na vo hiraṇyanemayaḥ padaṃ vindanti vidyuto vittam me asya rodasī

Within the waters runs the Moon, he with the beauteous wings in heaven. Ye lightnings with your golden wheels, men find not your abiding-place. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

artham id vā u arthina ā jāyā yuvate patim tuñjāte vṛṣṇyam payaḥ paridāya rasaṃ duhe vittam me asya rodasī

Surely men crave and gain their wish. Close to her husband clings the wife. And, in embraces intertwined, both give and take the bliss of love. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

mo ṣu devā adaḥ svar ava pādi divas pari mā somyasya śambhuvaḥ śūne bhūma kadācana vittam me asya rodasī

O never may that light, ye Gods, fall from its station in the sky. Ne'er fail us one like Soma sweet, the spring of our felicity. Mark this my woe ye Earth and Heaven.

yajñam pṛcchāmy avamaṃ sa tad dūto vi vocati kva ṛtam pūrvyaṃ gataṃ kas tad bibharti nūtano vittam me asya rodasī

I ask the last of sacrifice. As envoy he shall tell it forth. Where is the ancient law divine? Who is its new diffuser now? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

amī ye devā sthana triṣv ā rocane divaḥ kad va ṛtaṃ kad anṛtaṃ kva pratnā va āhutir vittam me asya rodasī

Ye Gods who yonder have your home in the three lucid realms of heaven, What count ye truth and what untruth? Where is mine ancient call on you? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

kad va ṛtasya dharṇasi kad varuṇasya cakṣaṇam kad aryamṇo mahas pathāti krāmema dūḍhyo vittam me asya rodasī

What is your firm support of Law? What Varuna's observant eye? How may we pass the wicked on the path of mighty Aryaman? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

ahaṃ so asmi yaḥ purā sute vadāmi kānicit tam mā vyanty ādhyo vṛko na tṛṣṇajam mṛgaṃ vittam me asya rodasī

I am the man who sang of old full many a laud when Soma flowed. Yet torturing cares consume me as the wolf assails the thirsty deer. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

sam mā tapanty abhitaḥ sapatnīr iva parśavaḥ mūṣo na śiśnā vy adanti mādhya stotāraṃ te śatakrato vittam me asya rodasī

Like rival wives on every side enclosing ribs oppress me sore. O Satakratu, biting cares devour me, singer of thy praise, as rats devour the weaver's threads. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

amī ye sapta raśmayas tatrā me nābhir ātatā tritas tad vedāptyaḥ sa jāmitvāya rebhati vittam me asya rodasī

Where those seven rays are shining, thence my home and family extend. This Trita Aptya knoweth well, and speaketh out for brotherhood. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

amī ye pañcokṣaṇo madhye tasthur maho divaḥ devatrā nu pravācyaṃ sadhrīcīnā ni vāvṛtur vittam me asya rodasī

May those five Bulls which stand on high full in the midst of mighty heaven, Having together swiftly borne my praises to the Gods, return. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

suparṇā eta āsate madhya ārodhane divaḥ te sedhanti patho vṛkaṃ tarantaṃ yahvatīr apo vittam me asya rodasī

High in the mid ascent of heaven those Birds of beauteous pinion sit. Back from his path they drive the wolf as he would cross the restless floods. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

navyaṃ tad ukthyaṃ hitaṃ devāsaḥ supravācanam ṛtam arṣanti sindhavaḥ satyaṃ tātāna sūryo vittam me asya rodasī

Firm is this new-wrought hymn of praise, and meet to be told forth, O Gods. The flowing of the floods is Law, Truth is the Sun's extended light. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

agne tava tyad ukthyaṃ deveṣv asty āpyam sa naḥ satto manuṣvad ā devān yakṣi viduṣṭaro vittam me asya rodasī

Worthy of laud, O Agni, is that kinship which thou hast with Gods. Here seat thee like a man: most wise, bring thou the Gods for sacrifice. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

satto hotā manuṣvad ā devāṁ acchā viduṣṭaraḥ agnir havyā suṣūdati devo deveṣu medhiro vittam me asya rodasī

Here seated, man-like as a priest shall wisest Agni to the Gods Speed onward our oblations, God among the Gods, intelligent. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

brahmā kṛṇoti varuṇo gātuvidaṃ tam īmahe vy ūrṇoti hṛdā matiṃ navyo jāyatām ṛtaṃ vittam me asya rodasī

Varuna makes the holy prayer. To him who finds the path we pray. He in the heart reveals his thought. Let sacred worship rise anew. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

asau yaḥ panthā ādityo divi pravācyaṃ kṛtaḥ na sa devā atikrame tam martāso na paśyatha vittam me asya rodasī

That pathway of the Sun in heaven, made to be highly glorified, Is not to be transgressed, O Gods. O mortals, ye behold it not. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

tritaḥ kūpe 'vahito devān havata ūtaye tacchuśrāva bṛhaspatiḥ kṛṇvann aṃhūraṇād uru vittam me asya rodasī

Trita, when buried in the well, calls on the Gods to succour him. That call of his Brihaspati heard and released him from distress. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

aruṇo mā sakṛd vṛkaḥ pathā yantaṃ dadarśa hi uj jihīte nicāyyā taṣṭeva pṛṣṭyāmayī vittam me asya rodasī

A ruddy wolf beheld me once, as I was faring on my path. He, like a carpenter whose back is aching crouched and slunk away. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

enāṅgūṣeṇa vayam indravanto 'bhi ṣyāma vṛjane sarvavīrāḥ tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ

Through this our song may we, allied with Indra, with all our heroes conquer in the battle. This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.