Rig Veda
imā rudrāya tavase kapardine kṣayadvīrāya pra bharāmahe matīḥ yathā śam asad dvipade catuṣpade viśvam puṣṭaṃ grāme asminn anāturam
To the strong Rudra bring we these our songs of praise, to him the Lord of Heroes with the braided hair, That it be well with all our cattle and our men, that in this village all be healthy and well-fed.
mṛﾱā no rudrota no mayas kṛdhi kṣayadvīrāya namasā vidhema te yac chaṃ ca yoś ca manur āyeje pitā tad aśyāma tava rudra praṇītiṣu
Be gracious unto us, O Rudra, bring us joy: thee, Lord of Heroes, thee with reverence will we serve. Whatever health and strength our father Manu won by sacrifice may we, under thy guidance, gain.
aśyāma te sumatiṃ devayajyayā kṣayadvīrasya tava rudra mīḍhvaḥ sumnāyann id viśo asmākam ā carāriṣṭavīrā juhavāma te haviḥ
By worship of the Gods may we, O Bounteous One, O Rudra, gain thy grace, Ruler of valiant men. Come to our families, bringing them bliss: may we, whose heroes are uninjured, bring thee sacred gifts,
tveṣaṃ vayaṃ rudraṃ yajñasādhaṃ vaṅkuṃ kavim avase ni hvayāmahe āre asmad daivyaṃ heﾱo asyatu sumatim id vayam asyā vṛṇīmahe
Hither we call for aid the wise, the wanderer, impetuous Rudra, perfecter of sacrifice. May he repel from us the anger of the Gods: verily we desire his favourable grace.
divo varāham aruṣaṃ kapardinaṃ tveṣaṃ rūpaṃ namasā ni hvayāmahe haste bibhrad bheṣajā vāryāṇi śarma varma cchardir asmabhyaṃ yaṃsat
Him with the braided hair we call with reverence down, the wild-boar of the sky, the red, the dazzling shape. May he, his hand filled full of sovran medicines, grant us protection, shelter, and a home secure.
idam pitre marutām ucyate vacaḥ svādoḥ svādīyo rudrāya vardhanam rāsvā ca no amṛta martabhojanaṃ tmane tokāya tanayāya mṛﾱa
To him the Maruts' Father is this hymn addressed, to strengthen Rudra's might, a song more sweet than sweet. Grant us, Immortal One, the food which mortals eat: be gracious unto me, my seed, my progeny.
mā no mahāntam uta mā no arbhakam mā na ukṣantam uta mā na ukṣitam mā no vadhīḥ pitaram mota mātaram mā naḥ priyās tanvo rudra rīriṣaḥ
O Rudra, harm not either great or small of us, harm not the growing boy, harm not the full-grown man. Slay not a sire among us, slay no mother here, and to our own dear bodies, Rudra, do not harm.
mā nas toke tanaye mā na āyau mā no goṣu mā no aśveṣu rīriṣaḥ vīrān mā no rudra bhāmito vadhīr haviṣmantaḥ sadam it tvā havāmahe
Harm us not, Rudra, in our seed and progeny, harm us not in the living, nor in cows or steeds, Slay not our heroes in the fury of thy wrath. Bringing oblations evermore we call to thee.
upa te stomān paśupā ivākaraṃ rāsvā pitar marutāṃ sumnam asme bhadrā hi te sumatir mṛﾱayattamāthā vayam ava it te vṛṇīmahe
Even as a herdsman I have brought thee hymns of praise: O Father of the Maruts, give us happiness, Blessed is thy most favouring benevolence, so, verily, do we desire thy saving help.
āre te goghnam uta pūruṣaghnaṃ kṣayadvīra sumnam asme te astu mṛﾱā ca no adhi ca brūhi devādhā ca naḥ śarma yaccha dvibarhāḥ
Far be thy dart that killeth men or cattle: thy bliss be with us, O thou Lord of Heroes. Be gracious unto us, O God, and bless us, and then vouchsafe us doubly-strong protection.
avocāma namo asmā avasyavaḥ śṛṇotu no havaṃ rudro marutvān tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ
We, seeking help, have spoken and adored him: may Rudra, girt by Maruts, hear our calling. This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.