idaṃ ha nūnam eṣāṃ sumnam bhikṣeta martyaḥ ādityānām apūrvyaṃ savīmani
Now let the mortal offer prayer to win the unexampled grace Of these Adityas and their aid to cherish life.
Rig Veda
idaṃ ha nūnam eṣāṃ sumnam bhikṣeta martyaḥ ādityānām apūrvyaṃ savīmani
Now let the mortal offer prayer to win the unexampled grace Of these Adityas and their aid to cherish life.
anarvāṇo hy eṣām panthā ādityānām adabdhāḥ santi pāyavaḥ sugevṛdhaḥ
For not an enemy molests the paths which these Adityas tread: Infallible guards, they strengthen us in happiness.
tat su naḥ savitā bhago varuṇo mitro aryamā śarma yacchantu sapratho yad īmahe
Now soon may Bhaga, Savitar, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman Give us the shelter widely spread which we implore.
devebhir devy adite 'riṣṭabharmann ā gahi smat sūribhiḥ purupriye suśarmabhiḥ
With Gods come thou whose fostering care none checks, O Goddesss Aditi: Come, dear to many, with the Lords who guard us well.
te hi putrāso aditer vidur dveṣāṃsi yotave aṃhoś cid urucakrayo 'nehasaḥ
For well these Sons of Aditi know to keep enmities aloof, Unrivalled, giving ample room, they save from woe.
aditir no divā paśum aditir naktam advayāḥ aditiḥ pātv aṃhasaḥ sadāvṛdhā
Aditi guard our herd by day, Aditi, free from guile, by night, Aditi, ever strengthening, save us from grief!
uta syā no divā matir aditir ūtyā gamat sā śantāti mayas karad apa sridhaḥ
And in the day our hymn is this: May Aditi come nigh to help, With loving-kindness bring us weal and chase our foes.
uta tyā daivyā bhiṣajā śaṃ naḥ karato aśvinā yuyuyātām ito rapo apa sridhaḥ
And may the Asvins, the divine Pair of Physicians, send us health: May they remove iniquity and chase our foes.
śam agnir agnibhiḥ karac chaṃ nas tapatu sūryaḥ śaṃ vāto vātv arapā apa sridhaḥ
May Agni bless us with his fires, and Surya warm us pleasantly: May the pure Wind breathe sweet on us, and chase our foes.
apāmīvām apa sridham apa sedhata durmatim ādityāso yuyotanā no aṃhasaḥ
Drive ye disease and strife away, drive ye away malignity: Adityas, keep us ever far from sore distress.
yuyotā śarum asmad āṃ ādityāsa utāmatim ṛdhag dveṣaḥ kṛṇuta viśvavedasaḥ
Remove from us the arrow, keep famine, Adityas! far away: Keep enmities afar from us, Lords of all wealth!
tat su naḥ śarma yacchatādityā yan mumocati enasvantaṃ cid enasaḥ sudānavaḥ
Now, O Adityas, grant to us the shelter that lets man go free, Yea, even the sinner from his sin, ye Bounteous Gods 1
yo naḥ kaścid ririkṣati rakṣastvena martyaḥ svaiḥ ṣa evai ririṣīṣṭa yur janaḥ
Whatever mortal with the powe r of demons fain would injure us, May he, impetuous, suffer harm by his own deeds.
sam it tam agham aśnavad duḥśaṃsam martyaṃ ripum yo asmatrā durhaṇāvāṁ upa dvayuḥ
May sin o'ertake our human foe, the man who speaketh evil thing, Him who would cause our misery, whose heart is false.
pākatrā sthana devā hṛtsu jānītha martyam upa dvayuṃ cādvayuṃ ca vasavaḥ
Gods, ye are with the simple ones, ye know each mortal in your hearts; Ye, Vasus, well discriminate the false and true.
ā śarma parvatānām otāpāṃ vṛṇīmahe dyāvākṣāmāre asmad rapas kṛtam
Fain would we have the sheltering aid of mountains and of water-floods: Keep far from us iniquity, O Heaven and Earth.
te no bhadreṇa śarmaṇā yuṣmākaṃ nāvā vasavaḥ ati viśvāni duritā pipartana
So with auspicious sheltering aid do ye, O Vasus, carry us Beyond all trouble and distress, borne in your ship.
tuce tanāya tat su no drāghīya āyur jīvase ādityāsaḥ sumahasaḥ kṛṇotana
Adityas, ye Most Mighty Ones, grant to our children and their seed Extended term of life that they may live long days.
yajño hīᄆo vo antara ādityā asti mṛᄆata yuṣme id vo api ṣmasi sajātye
Sacrifice, O Adityas, is your inward monitor: be kind, For in the bond of kindred we are bound to you.
bṛhad varūtham marutāṃ devaṃ trātāram aśvinā mitram īmahe varuṇaṃ svastaye
The Maruts' high protecting aid, the Asvins, and the God who saves, Mitra and Varuna for weal we supplicate.
aneho mitrāryaman nṛvad varuṇa śaṃsyam trivarūtham maruto yanta naś chardiḥ
Grant us a home with triple guard, Aryaman, Mitra, Varuna! Unthreatened, Maruts! meet for praise, and filled with men.
ye ciddhi mṛtyubandhava ādityā manavaḥ smasi pra sū na āyur jīvase tiretana
And as we human beings, O Adityas, are akin to death, Graciously lengthen ye our lives that we may live.