Rig Veda
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We compass thee like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and Soma pressed. Here where the filter pours its stream, thy worshippers round thee, O Vritra-slayer, sit.
svaranti tvā sute naro vaso nireka ukthinaḥ kadā sutaṃ tṛṣāṇa oka ā gama indra svabdīva vaṃsagaḥ
Men, Vasu! by the Soma, with lauds call thee to the foremost place: When comest thou athirst unto the juice as home, O Indra, like a bellowing bull?
kaṇvebhir dhṛṣṇav ā dhṛṣad vājaṃ darṣi sahasriṇam piśaṅgarūpam maghavan vicarṣaṇe makṣū gomantam īmahe
Boldly, Bold Hero, bring us spoil in thousands for the Kanvas' sake. O active Maghavan, with eager prayer we crave the yellow-hued with store ol kine.
pāhi gāyāndhaso mada indrāya medhyātithe yaḥ sammiślo haryor yaḥ sute sacā vajrī ratho hiraṇyayaḥ
Medhyatithi, to Indra sing, drink of the juice to make thee glad. Close-knit to his Bay Steeds, bolt-armed, beside the juice is he: his chariot is of gold.
yaḥ suṣavyaḥ sudakṣiṇa ino yaḥ sukratur gṛṇe ya ākaraḥ sahasrā yaḥ śatāmagha indro yaḥ pūrbhid āritaḥ
He Who is praised as strong of hand both right and left, most wise and hold: Indra who, rich in hundreds, gathers thousands up, honoured as breaker-down of forts.
yo dhṛṣito yo 'vṛto yo asti śmaśruṣu śritaḥ vibhūtadyumnaś cyavanaḥ puruṣṭutaḥ kratvā gaur iva śākinaḥ
The bold of heart whom none provokes, who stands in bearded confidence; Much-lauded, very glorious, overthrowing foes, strong Helper, like a bull with might.
ka īṃ veda sute sacā pibantaṃ kad vayo dadhe ayaṃ yaḥ puro vibhinatty ojasā mandānaḥ śipry andhasaḥ
Who knows what vital power he wins, drinking beside the flowing juice? This is the fair-checked God who, joying in the draught, breaks down the castles in his strength.
dānā mṛgo na vāraṇaḥ purutrā carathaṃ dadhe nakiṣ ṭvā ni yamad ā sute gamo mahāṃś carasy ojasā
As a wild elephant rushes on this way and that way, mad with heat,' None may compel thee, yet come hither to the draught: thou movest mighty in thy power.
ya ugraḥ sann aniṣṭṛta sthiro raṇāya saṃskṛtaḥ yadi stotur maghavā śṛṇavaddhavaṃ nendro yoṣaty ā gamat
When he, the Mighty, ne'er o'erthrown, steadfast, made ready for the fight, When Indra Maghavan lists to his praiser's call, he will not stand aloof, but come.
satyam itthā vṛṣed asi vṛṣajūtir no 'vṛtaḥ vṛṣā hy ugra śṛṇviṣe parāvati vṛṣo arvāvati śrutaḥ
Yea, verily, thou art a Bull, with a bull's rush. whom none may stay: Thou Mighty One, art celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and far.
vṛṣaṇas te abhīśavo vṛṣā kaśā hiraṇyayī vṛṣā ratho maghavan vṛṣaṇā harī vṛṣā tvaṃ śatakrato
Thy reins are very bulls in strength, bulls' strength is in thy golden whip. Thy car, O Maghavan, thy Bays are strong as bulls: thou, Satakratu, art a Bull.
vṛṣā sotā sunotu te vṛṣann ṛjīpinn ā bhara vṛṣā dadhanve vṛṣaṇaṃ nadīṣv ā tubhyaṃ sthātar harīṇām
Let the strong presser press for thee. Bring hither, thou straight-rushing Bull. The mighty makes the mighty run in flowing streams for thee whom thy Bay Horses bear.
endra yāhi pītaye madhu śaviṣṭha somyam nāyam acchā maghavā śṛṇavad giro brahmokthā ca sukratuḥ
Come, thou most potent Indra, come to drink the savoury Soma juice. Maghavan, very wise, will quickly come to hear the songs, the prayer, the hymns of praise.
vahantu tvā ratheṣṭhām ā harayo rathayujaḥ tiraś cid aryaṃ savanāni vṛtrahann anyeṣāṃ yā śatakrato
When thou hast mounted on thy car let thy yoked Bay Steeds carry thee, Past other men's libations, Lord of Hundred Powers, thee, Vritra-slayer, thee our Friend.
asmākam adyāntamaṃ stomaṃ dhiṣva mahāmaha asmākaṃ te savanā santu śantamā madāya dyukṣa somapāḥ
O thou Most Lofty One, accept our laud as nearest to thine heart. May our libations be most sweet to make thee glad, O Soma-drinker, Heavenly Lord.
nahi ṣas tava no mama śāstre anyasya raṇyati yo asmān vīra ānayat
Neither in thy decree nor mine, but in another's he delights,- The man who brought us unto this.
indraś cid ghā tad abravīt striyā aśāsyam manaḥ uto aha kratuṃ raghum
Indra himself hath said, The mind of woman brooks not discipline, Her intellect hath little weight.
saptī cid ghā madacyutā mithunā vahato ratham eved dhūr vṛṣṇa uttarā
His pair of horses, rushing on in their wild transport, draw his car: High-lifted is the stallion's yoke.
adhaḥ paśyasva mopari saṃtarām pādakau hara mā te kaśaplakau dṛśan strī hi brahmā babhūvitha
Cast down thine eyes and look not up. More closely set thy feet. Let none See what thy garment veils, for thou, a Brahman, hast become a dame.