Rig Veda
pra brahmaitu sadanād ṛtasya vi raśmibhiḥ sasṛje sūryo gāḥ vi sānunā pṛthivī sasra urvī pṛthu pratīkam adhy edhe agniḥ
Let the prayer issue from the seat of Order, for Surya with his beams hath loosed the cattle. With lofty ridges earth is far extended, and Agni's flame hath lit the spacious surface.
imāṃ vām mitrāvaruṇā suvṛktim iṣaṃ na kṛṇve asurā navīyaḥ ino vām anyaḥ padavīr adabdho janaṃ ca mitro yatati bruvāṇaḥ
O Asuras, O Varuna and Mitra, this hymn to you, like food, anew I offer. One of you is a strong unerring Leader, and Mitra, speaking, stirreth men to labour.
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The movements of the gliding wind come hither: like cows, the springs are filled to overflowing. Born in the station e'en of lofty heaven the Bull hath loudly bellowed in this region.
girā ya etā yunajaddharī ta indra priyā surathā śūra dhāyū pra yo manyuṃ ririkṣato mināty ā sukratum aryamaṇaṃ vavṛtyām
May I bring hither with my song, O Indra, wise Aryaman who yokes thy dear Bay Horses, Voracious, with thy noble car, O Hero, him who defeats the wrath of the malicious.
yajante asya sakhyaṃ vayaś ca namasvinaḥ sva ṛtasya dhāman vi pṛkṣo bābadhe nṛbhi stavāna idaṃ namo rudrāya preṣṭham
In their own place of sacrifice adorers worship to gain long life and win his friendship. He hath poured food on men when they have praised him; be this, the dearest reverence, paid to Rudra.
ā yat sākaṃ yaśaso vāvaśānāḥ sarasvatī saptathī sindhumātā yāḥ suṣvayanta sudughāḥ sudhārā abhi svena payasā pīpyānāḥ
Coming together, glorious, loudly roaring - Sarasvati, Mother of Floods, the seventh- With copious milk, with fair streams, strongly flowing, full swelling with the volume of their water;
uta tye no maruto mandasānā dhiyaṃ tokaṃ ca vājino 'vantu mā naḥ pari khyad akṣarā caranty avīvṛdhan yujyaṃ te rayiṃ naḥ
And may the mighty Maruts, too, rejoicing, aid our devotion and protect our offspring. Let not swift-moving Aksara neglect us: they have increased our own appropriate riches,
pra vo mahīm aramatiṃ kṛṇudhvam pra pūṣaṇaṃ vidathyaṃ na vīram bhagaṃ dhiyo 'vitāraṃ no asyāḥ sātau vājaṃ rātiṣācam purandhim
Bring ye the great Aramati before you, and Pushan as the Hero of the synod, Bhaga who looks upon this hymn with favour, and, as our strength, the bountiful Purandbi.
acchāyaṃ vo marutaḥ śloka etv acchā viṣṇuṃ niṣiktapām avobhiḥ uta prajāyai gṛṇate vayo dhur yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
May this our song of praise reach you, O Maruts, and Vishnu guardian of the future infant. May they vouchsafe the singer strength for offspring. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.