Rig Veda
bṛhaspate prati me devatām ihi mitro vā yad varuṇo vāsi pūṣā ādityair vā yad vasubhir marutvān sa parjanyaṃ śantanave vṛṣāya
Come, be thou Mitra, Varuna, or Pushan, come, O Brihaspati, to mine oblation: With Maruts, Vasus, or Adityas, make thou Parjanya pour for Santanu his rain-drops.
ā devo dūto ajiraś cikitvān tvad devāpe abhi mām agacchat pratīcīnaḥ prati mām ā vavṛtsva dadhāmi te dyumatīṃ vācam āsan
The God, intelligent, the speedy envoy whom thou hast sent hath come to me, Devapi: Address thyself to me and turn thee hither within thy lips will I put brilliant language.
asme dhehi dyumatīṃ vācam āsan bṛhaspate anamīvām iṣirām yayā vṛṣṭiṃ śantanave vanāva divo drapso madhumāṁ ā viveśa
Within my mouth, Brihaspati, deposit speech lucid, vigorous, and free from weakness, Thereby to win for Santanu the rain-fall. The meath-rich drop from heaven hath passed within it.
ā no drapsā madhumanto viśantv indra dehy adhirathaṃ sahasram ni ṣīda hotram ṛtuthā yajasva devān devāpe haviṣā saparya
Let the sweet drops descend on us, O Indra: give us enough to lade a thousand wagons. Sit to thy Hotar task; pay worship duly, and serve the Gods, Devapi, with oblation.
ārṣṭiṣeṇo hotram ṛṣir niṣīdan devāpir devasumatiṃ cikitvān sa uttarasmād adharaṃ samudram apo divyā asṛjad varṣyā abhi
Knowing the God's good-will, Devapi, Rishi, the son of Rstisena, sate as Hotar. He hath brought down from heaven's most lofty summit the ocean of the rain, celestial waters.
asmin samudre adhy uttarasminn āpo devebhir nivṛtā atiṣṭhan tā adravann ārṣṭiṣeṇena sṛṣṭā devāpinā preṣitā mṛkṣiṇīṣu
Gathered together in that highest ocean, the waters stood by deities obstructed. They hurried down set free by Arshtishena, in gaping clefts, urged onward by Devapi.
yad devāpiḥ śantanave purohito hotrāya vṛtaḥ kṛpayann adīdhet devaśrutaṃ vṛṣṭivaniṃ rarāṇo bṛhaspatir vācam asmā ayacchat
When as chief priest for Santanu, Devapi, chosen for Hotar's duty, prayed beseeching, Graciously pleased Brihaspati vouchsafed him a voice that reached the Gods and won the waters.
yaṃ tvā devāpiḥ śuśucāno agna ārṣṭiṣeṇo manuṣyaḥ samīdhe viśvebhir devair anumadyamānaḥ pra parjanyam īrayā vṛṣṭimantam
O Agni whom Devapi Arshtishena, the mortal man, hath kindled in his glory, Joying in him with all the Gods together, urge on the sender of the rain, Parjanya.
tvām pūrva ṛṣayo gīrbhir āyan tvām adhvareṣu puruhūta viśve sahasrāṇy adhirathāny asme ā no yajñaṃ rohidaśvopa yāhi
All ancient Rishis with their songs approached thee, even thee, O Much-invoked, at sacrifices. We have provided wagon-loads in thousands: come to the solemn rite, Lord of Red Horses.
etāny agne navatir nava tve āhutāny adhirathā sahasrā tebhir vardhasva tanvaḥ śūra pūrvīr divo no vṛṣṭim iṣito rirīhi
The wagon-loads, the nine-and-ninety thousand, these have been offered up to thee, O Agni. Hero, with these increase thy many bodies, and, stimulated, send us rain from heaven.
etāny agne navatiṃ sahasrā sam pra yaccha vṛṣṇa indrāya bhāgam vidvān patha ṛtuśo devayānān apy aulānaṃ divi deveṣu dhehi
Give thou these ninety thousand loads, O Agni, to Indra, to the Bull, to be his portion. Knowing the paths which Deities duly travel, set mid the Gods in heaven Aulana also.
agne bādhasva vi mṛdho vi durgahāpāmīvām apa rakṣāṃsi sedha asmāt samudrād bṛhato divo no 'pām bhūmānam upa naḥ sṛjeha
O Agni, drive afar our foes, our troubles chase malady away and wicked demons. From this air-ocean, from the lofty heavens, send down on us a mighty flood of waters.