Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.121

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1.121.1

कदि॒त्था नॄँः पात्रं॑ देवय॒तां श्रव॒द्गिरो॒ अङ्गि॑रसां तुर॒ण्यन् ।
प्र यदान॒ड्विश॒ आ ह॒र्म्यस्यो॒रु क्रं॑सते अध्व॒रे यज॑त्रः ॥

Thus, when will he hear the cup of the leaders, the songs of those who desire the gods, the swift prayers of the Aṅgirases? When he has reached the clans of the house, the adorable one strides wide at the sacrifice.

1.121.2

स्तम्भी॑द्ध॒ द्यां स ध॒रुणं॑ प्रुषायदृ॒भुर्वाजा॑य॒ द्रवि॑णं॒ नरो॒ गोः ।
अनु॑ स्व॒जां म॑हि॒षश्च॑क्षत॒ व्रां मेना॒मश्व॑स्य॒ परि॑ मा॒तरं॒ गोः ॥

He indeed set up the sky and spread the firm support; the Ṛbhus scattered the wealth of the herders for strength and prize. The buffalo beheld its self-born Vīrā and thought, the mother of the horse and the mother of the cows all around.

1.121.3

नक्ष॒द्धव॑मरु॒णीः पू॒र्व्यं राट्तु॒रो वि॒शामङ्गि॑रसा॒मनु॒ द्यून् ।
तक्ष॒द्वज्रं॒ नियु॑तं त॒स्तम्भ॒द्द्यां चतु॑ष्पदे॒ नर्या॑य द्वि॒पादे॑ ॥

The reddish Dawns illuminate the ancient call; the king Tura, among the clans of the Aṅgirases, day after day. He fashioned the thunderbolt and made the Niyut; for the four-footed, for man, for the biped, he upheld the sky.

1.121.4

अ॒स्य मदे॑ स्व॒र्यं॑ दा ऋ॒तायापी॑वृतमु॒स्रिया॑णा॒मनी॑कम् ।
यद्ध॑ प्र॒सर्गे॑ त्रिक॒कुं नि॒वर्त॒दप॒ द्रुहो॒ मानु॑षस्य॒ दुरो॑ वः ॥

In its intoxication you gave the heavenly, the unenclosed radiance of Ṛta, the face of the Dawns. When in the outpouring that three-cornered one turns back, you open the gates of man, away from the malicious.

1.121.5

तुभ्यं॒ पयो॒ यत्पि॒तरा॒वनी॑तां॒ राधः॑ सु॒रेत॑स्तु॒रणे॑ भुर॒ण्यू ।
शुचि॒ यत्ते॒ रेक्ण॒ आय॑जन्त सब॒र्दुघा॑याः॒ पय॑ उ॒स्रिया॑याः ॥

For you, the milk the two parents brought; the wealth the well-seeded Surétas, the two swift Turaṇya and Bhuraṇyu brought; your bright treasure was offered with the milk of the cow who milks all.

1.121.6

अध॒ प्र ज॑ज्ञे त॒रणि॑र्ममत्तु॒ प्र रो॑च्य॒स्या उ॒षसो॒ न सूरः॑ ।
इन्दु॒र्येभि॒राष्ट॒ स्वेदु॑हव्यैः स्रु॒वेण॑ सि॒ञ्चञ्ज॒रणा॒भि धाम॑ ॥

Then he was born; may the ferryman rejoice and shine forth like this Dawn, like the sun. The drop, with the self-pressed oblations, with the ladle, pouring over the old abodes, reached the seat.

1.121.7

स्वि॒ध्मा यद्व॒नधि॑तिरप॒स्यात्सूरो॑ अध्व॒रे परि॒ रोध॑ना॒ गोः ।
यद्ध॑ प्र॒भासि॒ कृत्व्याँ॒ अनु॒ द्यूनन॑र्विशे प॒श्विषे॑ तु॒राय॑ ॥

When radiant Uṣas, at the sacrifice, beheld the Sun and threw open the cattle-pens all around, then you shine forth day after day for Tura, the swift one, rich in cattle and without enemies.

1.121.8

अ॒ष्टा म॒हो दि॒व आदो॒ हरी॑ इ॒ह द्यु॑म्ना॒साह॑म॒भि यो॑धा॒न उत्स॑म् ।
हरिं॒ यत्ते॑ म॒न्दिनं॑ दु॒क्षन्वृ॒धे गोर॑भस॒मद्रि॑भिर्वा॒ताप्य॑म् ॥

From the great heaven you brought here your eight, your two bay horses; fighting for the bright one you opened the spring, and when you milked the exhilarating Soma for growth, you took the fermented, cow-swallowing Soma pressed with stones.

1.121.9

त्वमा॑य॒सं प्रति॑ वर्तयो॒ गोर्दि॒वो अश्मा॑न॒मुप॑नीत॒मृभ्वा॑ ।
कुत्सा॑य॒ यत्र॑ पुरुहूत व॒न्वञ्शुष्ण॑मन॒न्तैः प॑रि॒यासि॑ व॒धैः ॥

You turned over the iron (fortress); you overturned the stone of the cows and of heaven that the Ṛbhus had brought near; where, O much-invoked Indra, for Kutsa, you surround Śuṣṇa with endless blows.

1.121.10

पु॒रा यत्सूर॒स्तम॑सो॒ अपी॑ते॒स्तम॑द्रिवः फलि॒गं हे॒तिम॑स्य ।
शुष्ण॑स्य चि॒त्परि॑हितं॒ यदोजो॑ दि॒वस्परि॒ सुग्र॑थितं॒ तदादः॑ ॥

When the Sun rose before the dissolution of darkness, O stone-holder, you placed that shining bolt; the strength of Śuṣṇa that was bound all around from heaven, that you tore away.

1.121.11

अनु॑ त्वा म॒ही पाज॑सी अच॒क्रे द्यावा॒क्षामा॑ मदतामिन्द्र॒ कर्म॑न् ।
त्वं वृ॒त्रमा॒शया॑नं सि॒रासु॑ म॒हो वज्रे॑ण सिष्वपो व॒राहु॑म् ॥

For you, may the great, strong, unwrought heaven and earth rejoice, O Indra in the deed; you struck Vṛtra lying in the streams, and with the bolt you cut through the great boar (Śuṣṇa).

1.121.12

त्वमि॑न्द्र॒ नर्यो॒ याँ अवो॒ नॄन्तिष्ठा॒ वात॑स्य सु॒युजो॒ वहि॑ष्ठान् ।
यं ते॑ का॒व्य उ॒शना॑ म॒न्दिनं॒ दाद्वृ॑त्र॒हणं॒ पार्यं॑ ततक्ष॒ वज्र॑म् ॥

You, O Indra, protect the heroes from below; you stand upon the best, well-yoked horses of the wind; for the slayer of Vṛtra, to whom the poet Uśanā gave you the exhilarating Soma, you fashioned the wielded (bolt) that the wielder of the thunderbolt bears.