Rig Veda
parāvato ye didhiṣanta āpyam manuprītāso janimā vivasvataḥ yayāter ye nahuṣyasya barhiṣi devā āsate te adhi bruvantu naḥ
May they who would assume kinship from far away, Vivasvan's generations, dearly loved of men, Even the Gods who sit upon the sacred grass of Nahusa's son Yayati, bless and comfort us.
viśvā hi vo namasyāni vandyā nāmāni devā uta yajñiyāni vaḥ ye stha jātā aditer adbhyas pari ye pṛthivyās te ma iha śrutā havam
For worthy of obeisance, Gods, are all your names, worthy of adoration and of sacrifice. Ye who were born from waters, and from Aditi, and from the earth, do ye here listen to my call.
yebhyo mātā madhumat pinvate payaḥ pīyūṣaṃ dyaur aditir adribarhāḥ ukthaśuṣmān vṛṣabharān svapnasas tāṁ ādityāṁ anu madā svastaye
I will rejoice in these Adityas for my weal, for whom the Mother pours forth water rich in balm, And Dyaus the Infinite, firm as a rock, sweet milk,-Gods active, strong through lauds, whose might the Bull upholds.
nṛcakṣaso animiṣanto arhaṇā bṛhad devāso amṛtatvam ānaśuḥ jyotīrathā ahimāyā anāgaso divo varṣmāṇaṃ vasate svastaye
Looking on men, ne'er slumbering, they by their deserts attained as Gods to lofty immortality. Borne on refulgent cars, sinless, with serpents' powers, they robe them, for our welfare, in the height of heaven.
samrājo ye suvṛdho yajñam āyayur aparihvṛtā dadhire divi kṣayam tāṁ ā vivāsa namasā suvṛktibhir maho ādityāṁ aditiṃ svastaye
Great Kings who bless us, who have come to sacrifice, who, ne'er assailed, have set their mansion in the sky, These I invite with adoration and with hymns, mighty Adityas, Aditi, for happiness.
ko va stomaṃ rādhati yaṃ jujoṣatha viśve devāso manuṣo yati ṣṭhana ko vo 'dhvaraṃ tuvijātā araṃ karad yo naḥ parṣad aty aṃhaḥ svastaye
Who offereth to you the laud that ye accept, O ye All-Gods of Manu, many as ye are? Who, Mighty Ones, will prepare for you the sacrifice to bear us over trouble to felicity?
yebhyo hotrām prathamām ā yeje manuḥ samiddhāgnir manasā sapta hotṛbhiḥ ta ādityā abhayaṃ śarma yacchata sugā naḥ karta supathā svastaye
Ye to whom Manu, by seven priests, with kindled fire, offered the first oblation with his heart and soul, Vouchsafe us, ye Adityas, sheitcr free from fear, and make us good and easy paths to happiness.
ya īśire bhuvanasya pracetaso viśvasya sthātur jagataś ca mantavaḥ te naḥ kṛtād akṛtād enasas pary adyā devāsaḥ pipṛtā svastaye
Wise Deities, who have dominion o'er the world, ye thinkers over all that moves not and that moves, Save us from uncommitted and committed sin, preserve us from all sin to-day for happiness.
bhareṣv indraṃ suhavaṃ havāmahe 'ṃhomucaṃ sukṛtaṃ daivyaṃ janam agnim mitraṃ varuṇaṃ sātaye bhagaṃ dyāvāpṛthivī marutaḥ svastaye
In battles we invoke Indra still swift to hear, and all the holy Host of Heaven who banish grief, Agni, Mitra, and Varuna that we may gain, Dyays, Bhaga, Maruts, Prithivi for happiness:
sutrāmāṇam pṛthivīṃ dyām anehasaṃ suśarmāṇam aditiṃ supraṇītim daivīṃ nāvaṃ svaritrām anāgasam asravantīm ā ruhemā svastaye
Mightily-saving Earth, incomparable Heaven the good guide Aditi who gives secure defense The well-oared heavenly Ship that lets no waters in, free from defect, will we ascend for happiness.
viśve yajatrā adhi vocatotaye trāyadhvaṃ no durevāyā abhihrutaḥ satyayā vo devahūtyā huvema śṛṇvato devā avase svastaye
Bless us, all Holy Ones, that we may have your help, guard and protect us from malignant injury. With fruitful invocation may we call on you, Gods, who give ear to us for grace, for happiness.
apāmīvām apa viśvām anāhutim apārātiṃ durvidatrām aghāyataḥ āre devā dveṣo asmad yuyotanoru ṇaḥ śarma yacchatā svastaye
Keep all disease afar and sordid sacrifice, keep off the wicked man's malicious enmity. Keep far away from us all hatred, O ye Gods, and give us ample shelter for our happiness.
ariṣṭaḥ sa marto viśva edhate pra prajābhir jāyate dharmaṇas pari yam ādityāso nayathā sunītibhir ati viśvāni duritā svastaye
Untouched by any evil, every mortal thrives, and, following the Law, spreads in his progeny. Whom ye with your good guidance, O Adityas, lead safely through all his pain and grief to happiness.
yaṃ devāso 'vatha vājasātau yaṃ śūrasātā maruto hite dhane prātaryāvāṇaṃ ratham indra sānasim ariṣyantam ā ruhemā svastaye
That which ye guard and grace in battle, O ye Gods, ye Maruts, where the prize is wealth, where heroes win, That conquering Car, O Indra, that sets forth at dawn, that never breaks, may we ascend for happiness.
svasti naḥ pathyāsu dhanvasu svasty apsu vṛjane svarvati svasti naḥ putrakṛtheṣu yoniṣu svasti rāye maruto dadhātana
Vouchsafe us blessing in our paths and desert tracts, blessing in waters and in battle, for the light; Blessing upon the wombs that bring male children forth, and blessing, O ye Maruts, for the gain of wealth.
svastir iddhi prapathe śreṣṭhā rekṇasvaty abhi yā vāmam eti sā no amā so araṇe ni pātu svāveśā bhavatu devagopā
The noblest Svasti with abundant riches, who comes to what is good by distant pathway,- May she at home and far away preserve us, and dwell with us under the Gods' protection
evā plateḥ sūnur avīvṛdhad vo viśva ādityā adite manīṣī īśānāso naro amartyenāstāvi jano divyo gayena
Thus hath the thoughtful sage, the son of Plati, praised you, O Aditi and all Adityas, Men are made rich by those who are Immortal: the Heavenly Folk have been extolled by Gaya.