Rig Veda
pra vaḥ pāntaṃ raghumanyavo 'ndho yajñaṃ rudrāya mīﾱhuṣe bharadhvam divo astoṣy asurasya vīrair iṣudhyeva maruto rodasyoḥ
Say, bringing sacrifice to bounteous Rudra, This juice for drink to you whose wrath is fleeting! With Dyaus the Asura's Heroes I have lauded the Maruts as with prayer to Earth and Heaven.
patnīva pūrvahūtiṃ vāvṛdhadhyā uṣāsānaktā purudhā vidāne starīr nātkaṃ vyutaṃ vasānā sūryasya śriyā sudṛśī hiraṇyaiḥ
Strong to exalt the early invocation are Night and Dawn who show with varied aspect. The Barren clothes her in wide-woven raiment, and fair Morn shines with Surya's golden splendour.
mamattu naḥ parijmā vasarhā mamattu vāto apāṃ vṛṣaṇvān śiśītam indrāparvatā yuvaṃ nas tan no viśve varivasyantu devāḥ
Cheer us the Roamer round, who strikes at morning, the Wind delight us, pourer forth of waters! Sharpen our wits, O Parvata and Indra. May all the Gods vouchsafe to us this favour.
uta tyā me yaśasā śvetanāyai vyantā pāntauśijo huvadhyai pra vo napātam apāṃ kṛṇudhvam pra mātarā rāspinasyāyoḥ
And Ausija shall call for me that famous Pair who enjoy and drink, who come to brighten. Set ye the Offspring of the Floods before you; both Mothers of the Living One who beameth.
ā vo ruvaṇyum auśijo huvadhyai ghoṣeva śaṃsam arjunasya naṃśe pra vaḥ pūṣṇe dāvana āṃ acchā voceya vasutātim agneḥ
For you shall Ausija call him who thunders, as, to win Arjuna's assent, cried Ghosha. I will invoke, that Pushan may be bounteous to you, the rich munificence of Agni.
śrutam me mitrāvaruṇā havemota śrutaṃ sadane viśvataḥ sīm śrotu naḥ śroturātiḥ suśrotuḥ sukṣetrā sindhur adbhiḥ
Hear, Mitra-Varuna, these mine invocations, hear them from all men in the hall of worship. Giver of famous gifts, kind hearer, Sindhu who gives fair fields, listen with all his waters!
stuṣe sā vāṃ varuṇa mitra rātir gavāṃ śatā pṛkṣayāmeṣu pajre śrutarathe priyarathe dadhānāḥ sadyaḥ puṣṭiṃ nirundhānāso agman
Praised, Mitra, Varuna! is your gift, a hundred cows to the Prikshayamas and the Pajra. Presented by car-famous Priyaratha, supplying nourishment, they came directly.
asya stuṣe mahimaghasya rādhaḥ sacā sanema nahuṣaḥ suvīrāḥ jano yaḥ pajrebhyo vājinīvān aśvāvato rathino mahyaṃ sūriḥ
Praised is the gift of him the very wealthy: may we enjoy it, men with hero children: His who hath many gifts to give the Pajras, a chief who makes me rich in cars and horses.
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The folk, O Mitra-Varuna, who hate you, who sinfully hating pour you no libations, Lay in their hearts, themselves, a wasting sickness, whereas the righteous gaineth all by worship.
sa vrādhato nahuṣo daṃsujūtaḥ śardhastaro narāṃ gūrtaśravāḥ visṛṣṭarātir yāti bāﾱhasṛtvā viśvāsu pṛtsu sadam icchūraḥ
That man, most puissant, wondrously urged onward, famed among heroes, liberal in giving, Moveth a warrior, evermore undaunted in all encounters even with the mighty.
adha gmantā nahuṣo havaṃ sūreḥ śrotā rājāno amṛtasya mandrāḥ nabhojuvo yan niravasya rādhaḥ praśastaye mahinā rathavate
Come to the man's, the sacrificer's calling: hear, Kings of Immortality, joy-givers! While ye who speed through clouds decree your bounty largely, for fame, to him the chariot rider.
etaṃ śardhaṃ dhāma yasya sūrer ity avocan daśatayasya naṃśe dyumnāni yeṣu vasutātī rāran viśve sanvantu prabhṛtheṣu vājam
Vigour will we bestow on that adorer whose tenfold draught we come to taste, so spake they. May all in whom rest splendour and great riches obtain refreshment in these sacrifices.
mandāmahe daśatayasya dhāser dvir yat pañca bibhrato yanty annā kim iṣṭāśva iṣṭaraśmir eta īśānāsas taruṣa ṛñjate nṝn
We will rejoice to drink the tenfold present when the twicefive come bearing sacred viands. What can he do whose steeds and reins are choicest? These, the all-potent, urge brave men to conquest.
hiraṇyakarṇam maṇigrīvam arṇas tan no viśve varivasyantu devāḥ aryo giraḥ sadya ā jagmuṣīr osrāś cākantūbhayeṣv asme
The sea and all the Deities shall give us him with the golden ear and neck bejewelled. Dawns, hasting to the praises of the pious, be pleased with us, both offerers and singers.
catvāro mā maśarśārasya śiśvas trayo rājña āyavasasya jiṣṇoḥ ratho vām mitrāvaruṇā dīrghāpsāḥ syūmagabhastiḥ sūro nādyaut
Four youthful sons of Masarsara vex me, three, of the king, the conquering Ayavasa. Now like the Sun, O Varuna and Mitra, your car hath shone, long-shaped and reined with splendour.