Rig Veda
stuṣe janaṃ suvrataṃ navyasībhir gīrbhir mitrāvaruṇā sumnayantā ta ā gamantu ta iha śruvantu sukṣatrāso varuṇo mitro agniḥ
I laud with newest songs the Righteous People, Mitra and Varuna who make us happy. Let them approach, here let them listen,Agni, Varuna, Mitra, Lords of fair dominion.
viśo viśa īḍyam adhvareṣv adṛptakratum aratiṃ yuvatyoḥ divaḥ śiśuṃ sahasaḥ sūnum agniṃ yajñasya ketum aruṣaṃ yajadhyai
Him, to be praised at each tribe's sacrifices, the Two young Matrons' sober-minded Herald, The Son of Strength, the Child of Heaven, the signal of sacrifice, red Agni will I worship.
aruṣasya duhitarā virūpe stṛbhir anyā pipiśe sūro anyā mithasturā vicarantī pāvake manma śrutaṃ nakṣata ṛcyamāne
Unlike in form are the Red God's two Daughters: one is the Sun's, and stars bedeck the other. Apart, the Sanctifiers, in succession, come to the famed hymn, praised in holy verses.
pra vāyum acchā bṛhatī manīṣā bṛhadrayiṃ viśvavāraṃ rathaprām dyutadyāmā niyutaḥ patyamānaḥ kaviḥ kavim iyakṣasi prayajyo
I with a lofty song call hither Vayu, all-bounteous, filler of his car, most wealthy. Thou, Sage, with bright path, Lord of harnessed horses, impetuous, promptly honourest the prudent.
sa me vapuś chadayad aśvinor yo ratho virukmān manasā yujānaḥ yena narā nāsatyeṣayadhyai vartir yāthas tanayāya tmane ca
That chariot of the Asvins, fair to look on, pleaseth me well, yoked with a thought, refulgent, Wherewith, Nasatyas, Chiefs, ye seek our dwelling, to give new strength to us and to our children.
parjanyavātā vṛṣabhā pṛthivyāḥ purīṣāṇi jinvatam apyāni satyaśrutaḥ kavayo yasya gīrbhir jagata sthātar jagad ā kṛṇudhvam
Bulls of the Earth, O Vata and Parjanya, stir up for us the regions of the water. Hearers of truth, ye, Sages, World-Supporters, increase his living wealth whose songs delight you.
pāvīravī kanyā citrāyuḥ sarasvatī vīrapatnī dhiyaṃ dhāt gnābhir acchidraṃ śaraṇaṃ sajoṣā durādharṣaṃ gṛṇate śarma yaṃsat
So may Sarasvati, the Hero's Consort, brisk with rare life, the lightning's Child, inspire us, And, with the Dames accordant, give the singer a refuge unassailable and flawless.
pathas pathaḥ paripatiṃ vacasyā kāmena kṛto abhy ānaﾱ arkam sa no rāsacchurudhaś candrāgrā dhiyaṃ dhiyaṃ sīṣadhāti pra pūṣā
I praise with eloquence him who guards all pathways. He, when his love impelled him, went to Arka. May he vouchsafe us gear with gold to grace it: may Pushan make each prayer of ours efective.
prathamabhājaṃ yaśasaṃ vayodhāṃ supāṇiṃ devaṃ sugabhastim ṛbhvam hotā yakṣad yajatam pastyānām agnis tvaṣṭāraṃ suhavaṃ vibhāvā
May Herald Agni, fulgent, bring for worship Tvashtar adored, in homes and swift to listen, Glorious, first to share, the life-bestower, the ever active God, fair-armed, fair-handed.
bhuvanasya pitaraṃ gīrbhir ābhī rudraṃ divā vardhayā rudram aktau bṛhantam ṛṣvam ajaraṃ suṣumnam ṛdhagghuvema kavineṣitāsaḥ
Rudra by day, Rudra at night we honour with these our songs, the Universe's Father. Him great and lofty, blissful, undecaying let us call specially as the Sage impels us.
ā yuvānaḥ kavayo yajñiyāso maruto ganta gṛṇato varasyām acitraṃ ciddhi jinvathā vṛdhanta itthā nakṣanto naro aṅgirasvat
Ye who are youthful, wise, and meet for worship, come, Maruts, to the longing of the singer. Coming, as erst to Angiras, O Heroes, ye animate and quicken e'en the desert.
pra vīrāya pra tavase turāyājā yūtheva paśurakṣir astam sa pispṛśati tanvi śrutasya stṛbhir na nākaṃ vacanasya vipaḥ
Even as the herdsman driveth home his cattle, I urge my songs to him the strong swift Hero May he, the glorious, lay upon his body the singer's hymns, as stars bedeck the heaven.
yo rajāṃsi vimame pārthivāni triś cid viṣṇur manave bādhitāya tasya te śarmann upadadyamāne rāyā madema tanvā tanā ca
He who for man's behoof in his afiliction thrice measured out the earthly regions, Vishnu- When one so great as thou affordeth shelter, may we with wealth and with ourselves be happy.
tan no 'hir budhnyo adbhir arkais tat parvatas tat savitā cano dhāt tad oṣadhībhir abhi rātiṣāco bhagaḥ purandhir jinvatu pra rāye
Sweet be this song of mine to Ahibudhnya, Parvata, Savitar, with Floods and Lightnings; Sweet, with the Plants, to Gods who seek oblations. May liberal Bhaga speed us on to riches.
nu no rayiṃ rathyaṃ carṣaṇiprām puruvīram maha ṛtasya gopām kṣayaṃ dātājaraṃ yena janān spṛdho adevīr abhi ca kramāma viśa ādevīr abhy aśnavāma
Give riches borne on cars, with many heroes, contenting men, the guard of mighty Order. Give us a lasting home that we may battle with godless bands of men who fight against us, and meet with tribes to whom the Gods are gracious.