Rig Veda 5.42

pra śantamā varuṇaṃ dīdhitī gīr mitram bhagam aditiṃ nūnam aśyāḥ pṛṣadyoniḥ pañcahotā śṛṇotv atūrtapanthā asuro mayobhuḥ

Now may our sweetest song with deep devotion reach Varuna, Mitra, Aditi, and Bhaga. May the Five Priests' Lord, dwelling in oblations, bliss-giving Asura, hear, whose paths are open.

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May Aditi welcome, even as a mother her dear heart-gladdening son, my song that lauds her. The prayer they love, bliss-giving, God-appointed, I offer unto Varuna and Mitra.

ud īraya kavitamaṃ kavīnām unattainam abhi madhvā ghṛtena sa no vasūni prayatā hitāni candrāṇi devaḥ savitā suvāti

In spirit him, the Sagest of the Sages; with sacrificial oil and meath bedew him So then let him, God Savitar, provide us excellent, ready, and resplendent treasures.

sam indra ṇo manasā neṣi gobhiḥ saṃ sūribhir harivaḥ saṃ svasti sam brahmaṇā devahitaṃ yad asti saṃ devānāṃ sumatyā yajñiyānām

With willing mind, Indra, vouchsafe us cattle, prosperity, Lord of Bays! and pious patrons; And, with the sacred prayer by Gods appointed, give us the holy Deities' lovingkindness.

devo bhagaḥ savitā rāyo aṃśa indro vṛtrasya saṃjito dhanānām ṛbhukṣā vāja uta vā purandhir avantu no amṛtāsas turāsaḥ

God Bhaga, Savitar who deals forth riches, Indra, and they who conquer Vritra's treasures, And Vaja and Ribhukshan and Purandhi, the Mighty and Immortal Ones, protect us!

marutvato apratītasya jiṣṇor ajūryataḥ pra bravāmā kṛtāni na te pūrve maghavan nāparāso na vīryaṃ nūtanaḥ kaś canāpa

Let us declare his deeds, the undecaying unrivalled Victor whom the Maruts follow. None of old times, O Maghavan, nor later, none of these days hath reached thy hero prowess.

upa stuhi prathamaṃ ratnadheyam bṛhaspatiṃ sanitāraṃ dhanānām yaḥ śaṃsate stuvate śambhaviṣṭhaḥ purūvasur āgamaj johuvānam

Praise him the Chief who gives the boon of riches, Brihaspati distributor of treasures, Who, blessing most the man who sings and praises, comes with abundant wealth to his invoker.

tavotibhiḥ sacamānā ariṣṭā bṛhaspate maghavānaḥ suvīrāḥ ye aśvadā uta vā santi godā ye vastradāḥ subhagās teṣu rāyaḥ

Tended, Brihaspati, with thy protections, the princes are unharmed and girt by heroes. Wealth that brings bliss is found among the givers of horses and of cattle and of raiment.

visarmāṇaṃ kṛṇuhi vittam eṣāṃ ye bhuñjate apṛṇanto na ukthaiḥ apavratān prasave vāvṛdhānān brahmadviṣaḥ sūryād yāvayasva

Make their wealth flee who, through our hymns enjoying their riches, yield us not an ample guerdon. Far from the sun keep those who hate devotion, the godless, prospering in their vocation.

ya ohate rakṣaso devavītāv acakrebhis tam maruto ni yāta yo vaḥ śamīṃ śaśamānasya nindāt tucchyān kāmān karate siṣvidānaḥ

With wheelless chariots drive down him, O Maruts, who at the feasts of Gods regards the demons. May he, though bathed in sweat, form empty wishes, who blames his sacred rite who toils to serve you.

tam u ṣṭuhi yaḥ sviṣuḥ sudhanvā yo viśvasya kṣayati bheṣajasya yakṣvā mahe saumanasāya rudraṃ namobhir devam asuraṃ duvasya

Praise him whose bow is strong and sure his arrow, him who is Lord of every balm that bealeth. Worship thou Rudra for his great good favour: adore the Asura, God, with salutations.

damūnaso apaso ye suhastā vṛṣṇaḥ patnīr nadyo vibhvataṣṭāḥ sarasvatī bṛhaddivota rākā daśasyantīr varivasyantu śubhrāḥ

May the House-friends, the cunning-handed Artists, may the Steer's Wives, the streams carved out by Vibhvan, And may the fair Ones honour and befriend us, Sarasvati, Brihaddiva, and Raka.

pra sū mahe suśaraṇāya medhāṃ giram bhare navyasīṃ jāyamānām ya āhanā duhitur vakṣaṇāsu rūpā mināno akṛṇod idaṃ naḥ

My newest song, thought that now springs within me, I offer to the Great, the Sure Protector, Who made for us this All, in fond love laying each varied form within his Daughter's bosom.

pra suṣṭuti stanayantaṃ ruvantam iﾱas patiṃ jaritar nūnam aśyāḥ yo abdimāṁ udanimāṁ iyarti pra vidyutā rodasī ukṣamāṇaḥ

Now, even now, may thy fair praise, O Singer, attain Idaspati who roars and thunders, Who, rich in clouds and waters with his lightning speeds forth bedewing both the earth and heaven.

eṣa stomo mārutaṃ śardho acchā rudrasya sūnūṃr yuvanyūṃr ud aśyāḥ kāmo rāye havate mā svasty upa stuhi pṛṣadaśvāṁ ayāsaḥ

May this my laud attain the troop of Maruts, those who are youths in act, the Sons of Rudra. The wish calls me to riches and well-being: praise the unwearied Ones whose steeds are dappled.

praiṣa stomaḥ pṛthivīm antarikṣaṃ vanaspatīṃr oṣadhī rāye aśyāḥ devo devaḥ suhavo bhūtu mahyam mā no mātā pṛthivī durmatau dhāt

May this my laud reach earth and air's mid-region, and forest trees and plants to win me riches. May every Deity be swift to listen, and Mother Earth with no ill thought regard me.

urau devā anibādhe syāma

Gods, may we dwell in free untroubled bliss.

sam aśvinor avasā nūtanena mayobhuvā supraṇītī gamema ā no rayiṃ vahatam ota vīrān ā viśvāny amṛtā saubhagāni

May we obtain the Asvins' newest favour, and gain their health-bestowing happy guidance. Bring riches hither unto us, and heroes, and all felicity and joy, Immortals!