Rig Veda
kathā devānāṃ katamasya yāmani sumantu nāma śṛṇvatām manāmahe ko mṛḍāti katamo no mayas karat katama ūtī abhy ā vavartati
What God, of those who hear, is he whose well-praised name we may record in this our sacrifice; and how? Who will be gracious? Who of many give us bliss? Who out of all the Host will come to lend us aid?
kratūyanti kratavo hṛtsu dhītayo venanti venāḥ patayanty ā diśaḥ na marḍitā vidyate anya ebhyo deveṣu me adhi kāmā ayaṃsata
The will and thoughts within my breast exert their power: they yearn with love, and fly to all the regions round. None other comforter is found save only these: my longings and my hopes are fixt upon the Gods.
narā vā śaṃsam pūṣaṇam agohyam agniṃ deveddham abhy arcase girā sūryāmāsā candramasā yamaṃ divi tritaṃ vātam uṣasam aktum aśvinā
To Narasamsa and to Pushan I sing forth, unconcealable Agni kindled by the Gods. To Sun and Moon, two Moons, to Yama in the heaven, to Trita, Vata, Dawn, Night, and the Atvins Twain.
kathā kavis tuvīravān kayā girā bṛhaspatir vāvṛdhate suvṛktibhiḥ aja ekapāt suhavebhir ṛkvabhir ahiḥ śṛṇotu budhnyo havīmani
How is the Sage extolled whom the loud singers praise? What voice, what hymn is used to laud Brihaspati? May Aja-Ekapad with Rikvans swift to hear, and Ahi of the Deep listen unto our call.
dakṣasya vādite janmani vrate rājānā mitrāvaruṇā vivāsasi atūrtapanthāḥ pururatho aryamā saptahotā viṣurūpeṣu janmasu
Aditi, to the birth of Daksha and the vow thou summonest the Kings Mitra and Varuna. With course unchecked, with many chariots Aryaman comes with the seven priests to tribes of varied sort.
te no arvanto havanaśruto havaṃ viśve śṛṇvantu vājino mitadravaḥ sahasrasā medhasātāv iva tmanā maho ye dhanaṃ samitheṣu jabhrire
May all those vigorous Coursers listen to our cry, hearers of invocation, speeding on their way; Winners of thousands where the priestly meed is won, who gather of themselves great wealth in every race.
pra vo vāyuṃ rathayujam purandhiṃ stomaiḥ kṛṇudhvaṃ sakhyāya pūṣaṇam te hi devasya savituḥ savīmani kratuṃ sacante sacitaḥ sacetasaḥ
Bring ye Purandbi, bring Vayu who yokes his steeds, for friendship bring ye Pushan with your songs of praise: They with one mind, one thought attend the sacrifice, urged by the favouring aid of Savitar the God.
triḥ sapta sasrā nadyo mahīr apo vanaspatīn parvatāṁ agnim ūtaye kṛśānum astṝn tiṣyaṃ sadhastha ā rudraṃ rudreṣu rudriyaṃ havāmahe
The thrice-seven wandering Rivers, yea, the mighty floods, the forest trees, the mountains, Agni to our aid, Krisanu, Tishya, archers to our gathering-place, and Rudra strong amid the Rudras we invoke.
sarasvatī sarayuḥ sindhur ūrmibhir maho mahīr avasā yantu vakṣaṇīḥ devīr āpo mātaraḥ sūdayitnvo ghṛtavat payo madhuman no arcata
Let the great Streams come hither with their mighty help, Sindhu, Sarasvati, and Sarayu with waves. Ye Goddess Floods, ye Mothers, animating all, promise us water rich in fatness and in balm.
uta mātā bṛhaddivā śṛṇotu nas tvaṣṭā devebhir janibhiḥ pitā vacaḥ ṛbhukṣā vājo rathaspatir bhago raṇvaḥ śaṃsaḥ śaśamānasya pātu naḥ
And let Brihaddiva, the Mother, hear our call, and Tvashtar, Father, with the Goddesses and Dames. Ribhukshan, Vaja, Bhaga, and Rathaspati, and the sweet speech of him who labours guard us well!
raṇvaḥ saṃdṛṣṭau pitumāṁ iva kṣayo bhadrā rudrāṇām marutām upastutiḥ gobhiḥ ṣyāma yaśaso janeṣv ā sadā devāsa iḍayā sacemahi
Pleasant to look on as a dwelling rich in food is the blest favour of the Maruts, Rudra's Sons. May we be famed among the folk for wealth in kine. and ever come to you, ye Gods, with sacred food.
This verse is not included in this edition.
The thought which ye, O Maruts, Indra and ye Gods have given to me, and ye, Mitra and Varuna,- Cause this to grow and swell like a milch cow with milk. Will ye not bear away my songs upon your car?
kuvid aṅga prati yathā cid asya naḥ sajātyasya maruto bubodhatha nābhā yatra prathamaṃ saṃ nasāmahe tatra jāmitvam aditir dadhātu naḥ
O Maruts, do ye never, never recollect and call again to mind this our relationship? When next we meet together at the central point, even there shall Aditi confirm our brotherhood.
te hi dyāvāpṛthivī mātarā mahī devī devāñ janmanā yajñiye itaḥ ubhe bibhṛta ubhayam bharīmabhiḥ purū retāṃsi pitṛbhiś ca siñcataḥ
The Mothers, Heaven and Earth, those mighty Goddesses, worthy of sacrifice, ecune with the race of Gods. These Two with their support uphold both Gods and men, and with the Fathers pour the copious genial stream.
vi ṣā hotrā viśvam aśnoti vāryam bṛhaspatir aramatiḥ panīyasī grāvā yatra madhuṣud ucyate bṛhad avīvaśanta matibhir manīṣiṇaḥ
This invocation wins all good that we desire Brihaspati, highly-praised Aramati, are here, Even where the stone that presses meath rings loudly out, and where the sages make their voices heard with hymns.
evā kavis tuvīravāṁ ṛtajñā draviṇasyur draviṇasaś cakānaḥ ukthebhir atra matibhiś ca vipro 'pīpayad gayo divyāni janma
Thus hath the sage, skilled in loud singers' duties, desiring riches, yearning after treasure, Gaya, the priestly singer, with his praises and hymns contented the Celestial people.
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 Aaiti and all Adityas. Men are made rich by those who are Immortal: the Heavenly Folk have been extolled by Gaya.