Rig Veda
pra yad vas triṣṭubham iṣam maruto vipro akṣarat vi parvateṣu rājatha
O Maruts, when the sage hath poured the Trishtup forth as food for you, Ye shine amid the mountain-clouds.
yad aṅga taviṣīyavo yāmaṃ śubhrā acidhvam ni parvatā ahāsata
When, Bright Ones, fain to show your might ye have determined on your course, The mountain-clouds have bent them down.
ud īrayanta vāyubhir vāśrāsaḥ pṛśnimātaraḥ dhukṣanta pipyuṣīm iṣam
Loud roaring with the winds the Sons of Prisni have upraised themselves: They have poured out the streaming food.
vapanti maruto miham pra vepayanti parvatān yad yāmaṃ yānti vāyubhiḥ
The Maruts spread the mist abroad and make mountains rock and reel, When with the winds they go their way
ni yad yāmāya vo girir ni sindhavo vidharmaṇe mahe śuṣmāya yemire
What time the rivers and the hills before your coming bowed them down, So to sustain your mighty force.
yuṣmāṁ u naktam ūtaye yuṣmān divā havāmahe yuṣmān prayaty adhvare
We call on you for aid by night, on you for succour in the day, On you while sacrifice proceeds.
ud u tye aruṇapsavaś citrā yāmebhir īrate vāśrā adhi ṣṇunā divaḥ
These, verily, wondrous, red of hue, speed on their courses with a roar Over the ridges of the sky.
sṛjanti raśmim ojasā panthāṃ sūryāya yātave te bhānubhir vi tasthire
With might they drop the loosened rein so that the Sun may run his course, And spread themselves with beams of light.
imām me maruto giram imaṃ stomam ṛbhukṣaṇaḥ imam me vanatā havam
Accept, ye Maruts, this my song, accept ye this mine hymn of praise, Accept, Ribhukshans, this my call.
trīṇi sarāṃsi pṛśnayo duduhre vajriṇe madhu utsaṃ kavandham udriṇam
The dappled Cows have poured three lakes, meath for the Thunder-wielding God, From the great cask, the watery cloud.
maruto yaddha vo divaḥ sumnāyanto havāmahe ā tū na upa gantana
O Maruts, quickly come to us when, longing for felicity, We call you hither from the sky.
yūyaṃ hi ṣṭhā sudānavo rudrā ṛbhukṣaṇo dame uta pracetaso made
For, Rudras and Ribhukshans, ye, Most Bountiful, are in the house, Wise when the gladdening draught is drunk.
ā no rayim madacyutam purukṣuṃ viśvadhāyasam iyartā maruto divaḥ
O Maruts, send us down from heaven riches distilling rapturous joy, With plenteous food, sustaining all.
adhīva yad girīṇāṃ yāmaṃ śubhrā acidhvam suvānair mandadhva indubhiḥ
When, Bright Ones, hither from the hills ye have resolved to take your way, Ye revel in the drops effused.
etāvataś cid eṣāṃ sumnam bhikṣeta martyaḥ adābhyasya manmabhiḥ
Man should solicit with his lauds happiness which belongs to them, So great a band invincible.
ye drapsā iva rodasī dhamanty anu vṛṣṭibhiḥ utsaṃ duhanto akṣitam
They who like fiery sparks with showers of rain blow through the heaven and earth, Milking the spring that never fails.
ud u svānebhir īrata ud rathair ud u vāyubhiḥ ut stomaiḥ pṛśnimātaraḥ
With chariots and tumultuous roar, with tempests and with hymns of praise The Sons of Prisni hurry forth.
yenāva turvaśaṃ yaduṃ yena kaṇvaṃ dhanaspṛtam rāye su tasya dhīmahi
For wealth, we think of that whereby ye aided Yadu, Turvasa, And KanVa who obtained the spoil.
imā u vaḥ sudānavo ghṛtaṃ na pipyuṣīr iṣaḥ vardhān kāṇvasya manmabhiḥ
May these our viands Bounteous Ones I that flow in streams like holy oil, With Kanva's hymns, increase your might.
kva nūnaṃ sudānavo madathā vṛktabarhiṣaḥ brahmā ko vaḥ saparyati
Where, Bounteous Lords for whom the grass is trimmed, are ye rejoicing now? What Brahman is adoring you?
nahi ṣma yaddha vaḥ purā stomebhir vṛktabarhiṣaḥ śardhāṁ ṛtasya jinvatha
Is it not there where ye of old, supplied with sacred grass, for lauds Inspired the strong in sacrifice?
sam u tye mahatīr apaḥ saṃ kṣoṇī sam u sūryam saṃ vajram parvaśo dadhuḥ
They brought together both the worlds, the mighty waters, and the Sun, And, joint by joint, the thunderbolt.
vi vṛtram parvaśo yayur vi parvatāṁ arājinaḥ cakrāṇā vṛṣṇi pauṃsyam
They sundered Vritra limb from limb and split the gloomy mountain-clouds, Performing a heroic deed.
anu tritasya yudhyataḥ śuṣmam āvann uta kratum anv indraṃ vṛtratūrye
They reinforced the power and strength of Trita as he fought, and helped Indra in battle with the foe.
vidyuddhastā abhidyavaḥ śiprāḥ śīrṣan hiraṇyayīḥ śubhrā vy añjata śriye
They deck themselves for glory, bright, celestial, lightning in their hands, And helms of gold upon their heads.
uśanā yat parāvata ukṣṇo randhram ayātana dyaur na cakradad bhiyā
When eagerly ye from far away came to the cavern of the Bull, He bellowed in his fear like Heaven.
ā no makhasya dāvane 'śvair hiraṇyapāṇibhiḥ devāsa upa gantana
Borne by your golden-footed steeds, O Gods, come hither to receive The sacrifice we offer you.
yad eṣām pṛṣatī rathe praṣṭir vahati rohitaḥ yānti śubhrā riṇann apaḥ
When the red leader draws along their spotted deer yoked to the car. The Bright Ones come, and shed the rain.
suṣome śaryaṇāvaty ārjīke pastyāvati yayur nicakrayā naraḥ
Sushoma, Saryakiavan, and Arjika full of homes, have they. These Heroes, sought with downward car.
kadā gacchātha maruta itthā vipraṃ havamānam mārḍīkebhir nādhamānam
When, Maruts, ye come to him, the singer who invokes you thus, With favours to your suppliant?
kaddha nūnaṃ kadhapriyo yad indram ajahātana ko vaḥ sakhitva ohate
What now? where have ye still a friend since ye left Indra all alone? Who counteth on your friendship now?
saho ṣu ṇo vajrahastaiḥ kaṇvāso agnim marudbhiḥ stuṣe hiraṇyavāśībhiḥ
The Kanvas sing forth Agni's praise together with our Maruts' who Wield thunder and wear swords of gold.
o ṣu vṛṣṇaḥ prayajyūn ā navyase suvitāya vavṛtyāṃ citravājān
Hither for new felicity may I attract the Impetuous Ones, The Heroes with their wondrous strength
girayaś cin ni jihate parśānāso manyamānāḥ parvatāś cin ni yemire
Before them sink the very hills deerning themselves abysses: yea, Even the mountains bend them down.
ākṣṇayāvāno vahanty antarikṣeṇa patataḥ dhātāra stuvate vayaḥ
Steeds flying on their tortuous path through mid-air carry them, and give The man who lauds them strength and life.
agnir hi jāni pūrvyaś chando na sūro arciṣā te bhānubhir vi tasthire
Agni was born the first of all, like Surya lovely with his light: With lustre these have spread abroad.