Rig Veda
ā satyo yātu maghavāṁ ṛjīṣī dravantv asya haraya upa naḥ tasmā id andhaḥ suṣumā sudakṣam ihābhipitvaṃ karate gṛṇānaḥ
Impetuous, true, let Maghavan come hither, and let his Tawny Coursers speed to reach us. For him have we pressed juice exceeding potent: here, praised with song, let him effect his visit.
ava sya śūrādhvano nānte 'smin no adya savane mandadhyai śaṃsāty uktham uśaneva vedhāś cikituṣe asuryāya manma
Unyoke, as at thy journey's end, O Hero, to gladden thee today at this libation. Like Usana, the priest a laud shall utter, a hymn to thee, the Lord Divine, who markest.
kavir na niṇyaṃ vidathāni sādhan vṛṣā yat sekaṃ vipipāno arcāt diva itthā jījanat sapta kārūn ahnā cic cakrur vayunā gṛṇantaḥ
When the Bull, quaffing, praises our libation, as a sage paying holy rites in secret, Seven singers here from heaven hath he begotten, who e'en by day have wrought their works while singing.
svar yad vedi sudṛśīkam arkair mahi jyotī rurucur yad dha vastoḥ andhā tamāṃsi dudhitā vicakṣe nṛbhyaś cakāra nṛtamo abhiṣṭau
When heaven's fair light by hymns was made apparent (they made great splendour shine at break of morning), He with his succour, best of Heroes, scattered the blinding darkness so that men saw clearly.
vavakṣa indro amitam ṛjīṣy ubhe ā paprau rodasī mahitvā ataś cid asya mahimā vi recy abhi yo viśvā bhuvanā babhūva
Indra, Impetuous One, hath waxed immensely: he with his vastness hath filled earth and heaven. E'en beyond this his majesty extendeth who hath exceeded all the worlds in greatness.
viśvāni śakro naryāṇi vidvān apo rireca sakhibhir nikāmaiḥ aśmānaṃ cid ye bibhidur vacobhir vrajaṃ gomantam uśijo vi vavruḥ
Sakra who knoweth well all human actions hath with his eager Friends let loose the waters. They with their songs cleft e'en the mountain open and willingly disclosed the stall of cattle.
apo vṛtraṃ vavrivāṃsam parāhan prāvat te vajram pṛthivī sacetāḥ prārṇāṃsi samudriyāṇy ainoḥ patir bhavañchavasā śūra dhṛṣṇo
He smote away the floods' obstructer, Vritra; Earth, conscious, lent her aid to speed thy thunder. Thou sentest forth the waters of the ocean, as Lord through power and might, O daring Hero.
apo yad adrim puruhūta dardar āvir bhuvat saramā pūrvyaṃ te sa no netā vājam ā darṣi bhūriṃ gotrā rujann aṅgirobhir gṛṇānaḥ
When, Much-invoked! the water's rock thou cleftest, Sarama showed herself and went before thee. Hymned by Angirases, bursting the cowstalls, much strength thou foundest for us as our leader.
acchā kaviṃ nṛmaṇo gā abhiṣṭau svarṣātā maghavan nādhamānam ūtibhis tam iṣaṇo dyumnahūtau ni māyāvān abrahmā dasyur arta
Come, Maghavan, Friend of Man, to aid the singer imploring thee in battle for the sunlight. Speed him with help in his inspired invokings: down sink the sorcerer, the prayerless Dasyu.
ā dasyughnā manasā yāhy astam bhuvat te kutsaḥ sakhye nikāmaḥ sve yonau ni ṣadataṃ sarūpā vi vāṃ cikitsad ṛtacid dha nārī
Come to our home resolved to slay the Dasyu: Kutsa longed eagerly to win thy friendship. Alike in form ye both sate in his dwelling the faithful Lady was in doubt between you.
yāsi kutsena saratham avasyus todo vātasya haryor īśānaḥ ṛjrā vājaṃ na gadhyaṃ yuyūṣan kavir yad ahan pāryāya bhūṣāt
Thou comest, fain to succour him, with Kutsa,-a goad that masters both the Wind-God's horses, That, holding the brown steeds like spoil for capture, the sage may on the final day be present.
kutsāya śuṣṇam aśuṣaṃ ni barhīḥ prapitve ahnaḥ kuyavaṃ sahasrā sadyo dasyūn pra mṛṇa kutsyena pra sūraś cakraṃ vṛhatād abhīke
For Kutsa, with thy thousand, thou at day-break didst hurl down greedy Sushna, foe of harvest. Quickly with Kutsa's friend destroy the Dasyus, and roll the chariot-wheel of Sarya near us.
tvam piprum mṛgayaṃ śūśuvāṃsam ṛjiśvane vaidathināya randhīḥ pañcāśat kṛṣṇā ni vapaḥ sahasrātkaṃ na puro jarimā vi dardaḥ
Thou to the son of Vidathin, Rijisvan, gavest up mighty Mrigaya and Pipru. Thou smotest down the swarthy fifty thousand, and rentest forts as age consumes a garment.
sūra upāke tanvaṃ dadhāno vi yat te cety amṛtasya varpaḥ mṛgo na hastī taviṣīm uṣāṇaḥ siṃho na bhīma āyudhāni bibhrat
What time thou settest near the Sun thy body, thy form, Immortal One, is seen expanding: Thou a wild elephant with might invested. like a dread lion as thou wieldest weapons.
indraṃ kāmā vasūyanto agman svarmīﾱhe na savane cakānāḥ śravasyavaḥ śaśamānāsa ukthair oko na raṇvā sudṛśīva puṣṭiḥ
Wishes for wealth have gone to Indra, longing for him in war for light and at libation, Eager for glory, labouring with praisesongs: he is like home, like sweet and fair nutrition.
tam id va indraṃ suhavaṃ huvema yas tā cakāra naryā purūṇi yo māvate jaritre gadhyaṃ cin makṣū vājam bharati spārharādhāḥ
Call we for you that Indra, prompt to listen, him who hath done so much for men's advantage; Who, Lord of envied bounty, to a singer like me brings quickly booty worth the capture.
tigmā yad antar aśaniḥ patāti kasmiñ cic chūra muhuke janānām ghorā yad arya samṛtir bhavāty adha smā nas tanvo bodhi gopāḥ
When the sharp-pointed arrow, O thou Hero, flieth mid any conflict of the people, When, Faithful One, the dread encounter cometh, then be thou the Protector of our body.
bhuvo 'vitā vāmadevasya dhīnām bhuvaḥ sakhāvṛko vājasātau tvām anu pramatim ā jaganmoruśaṃso jaritre viśvadha syāḥ
Further the holy thoughts of Vamadeva be thou a guileless Friend in fight for booty. We come to thee whose providence protects us: wide be thy sway for ever for thy singer.
ebhir nṛbhir indra tvāyubhiṣ ṭvā maghavadbhir maghavan viśva ājau dyāvo na dyumnair abhi santo aryaḥ kṣapo madema śaradaś ca pūrvīḥ
O Indra, with these men who love thee truly, free givers, Maghavan, in every battle, May we rejoice through many autumns, quelling our foes, as days subdue the nights with splendour.
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Now, as the Bhrigus wrought a car, for Indra the Strong, the Mighty, we our prayer have fashioned, That he may, ne'er withdraw from us his friendship, but be our bodies' guard and strong defender.
nū ṣṭuta indra nū gṛṇāna iṣaṃ jaritre nadyo na pīpeḥ akāri te harivo brahma navyaṃ dhiyā syāma rathyaḥ sadāsāḥ
Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell. high like rivers for the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.