Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.165
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1.165.1
कया॑ शु॒भा सव॑यसः॒ सनी॑ळाः समा॒न्या म॒रुतः॒ सं मि॑मिक्षुः ।
कया॑ म॒ती कुत॒ एता॑स ए॒ते अर्च॑न्ति॒ शुष्मं॒ वृष॑णो वसू॒या ॥
By what radiance did the Maruts, of one age and one household, mingle together? By what thought, from where, do these coming and going heroes, desiring wealth, praise their strength?
1.165.2
कस्य॒ ब्रह्मा॑णि जुजुषु॒र्युवा॑नः॒ को अ॑ध्व॒रे म॒रुत॒ आ व॑वर्त ।
श्ये॒नाँ इ॑व॒ ध्रज॑तो अ॒न्तरि॑क्षे॒ केन॑ म॒हा मन॑सा रीरमाम ॥
Whose prayers did the young Maruts delight in? Who turned the Maruts back hither at the sacrifice? Like hawks soaring in mid-air, with what great mind shall we gladden them?
1.165.3
कुत॒स्त्वमि॑न्द्र॒ माहि॑नः॒ सन्नेको॑ यासि सत्पते॒ किं त॑ इ॒त्था ।
सं पृ॑च्छसे समरा॒णः शु॑भा॒नैर्वो॒चेस्तन्नो॑ हरिवो॒ यत्ते॑ अ॒स्मे ॥
Indra, mighty one, from where do you go alone? O lord of the good, what is this with you? Fighting together with the Maruts, you are questioned by splendid deeds. O lord of the bay steeds, speak to us that word which is yours.
1.165.4
ब्रह्मा॑णि मे म॒तयः॒ शं सु॒तासः॒ शुष्म॑ इयर्ति॒ प्रभृ॑तो मे॒ अद्रिः॑ ।
आ शा॑सते॒ प्रति॑ हर्यन्त्यु॒क्थेमा हरी॑ वहत॒स्ता नो॒ अच्छ॑ ॥
My prayers, my thoughts, and the pressed soma bring peace. Stirring my strength, my pressing stone has been brought forward. They praise; with hymn they bring those two bay steeds toward us.
1.165.5
अतो॑ व॒यम॑न्त॒मेभि॑र्युजा॒नाः स्वक्ष॑त्रेभिस्त॒न्वः॑ शुम्भ॑मानाः ।
महो॑भि॒रेताँ॒ उप॑ युज्महे॒ नु इन्द्र॑ स्व॒धामनु॒ हि नो॑ ब॒भूथ॑ ॥
Therefore, yoked with the most excellent, adorning our bodies with heroic strength, we harness these near with greatnesses. O Indra, now you have become ours, following our portion.
1.165.6
क्व॑ स्या वो॑ मरुतः स्व॒धासी॒द्यन्मामेकं॑ स॒मध॑त्ताहि॒हत्ये॑ ।
अ॒हं ह्यू॑ग्रस्त॑वि॒षस्तुवि॑ष्मा॒न्विश्व॑स्य॒ शत्रो॒रन॑मं वध॒स्नैः ॥
O Maruts, where was your strength, when you placed me alone in the battle against the serpent? I indeed am fierce, mighty, possessing might; I bent every enemy with my weapons.
1.165.7
भूरि॑ चकर्थ॒ युज्ये॑भिर॒स्मे स॑मा॒नेभि॑र्वृषभ॒ पौंस्ये॑भिः ।
भूरी॑णि॒ हि कृ॒णवा॑मा शवि॒ष्ठेन्द्र॒ क्रत्वा॑ मरुतो॒ यद्वशा॑म ॥
O bull, you have done much for us with your equal, manly deeds. O most mighty Indra, O Maruts, may we perform many things by your will, whenever we desire them.
1.165.8
वधीं॑ वृ॒त्रं म॑रुत इन्द्रि॒येण॒ स्वेन॒ भामे॑न तवि॒षो ब॑भू॒वान् ।
अ॒हमे॒ता मन॑वे वि॒श्वश्च॑न्द्राः सु॒गा अ॒पश्च॑कर॒ वज्र॑बाहुः ॥
O Maruts, with your own vigor and radiance, you became mighty and slew Vritra. I, wielder of the thunderbolt in my arm, made these all-glorious, easily crossed waters for Manu.
1.165.9
अनु॑त्त॒मा ते॑ मघव॒न्नकि॒र्नु न त्वावाँ॑ अस्ति दे॒वता॒ विदा॑नः ।
न जाय॑मानो॒ नश॑ते॒ न जा॒तो यानि॑ करि॒ष्याः* कृ॑णु॒हि प्र॑वृद्ध ॥
O bountiful one, you are unsurpassed; no god is equal to you in knowing. Neither the one being born nor the one born perishes. O greatly strengthened one, do what you are about to do.
1.165.10
एक॑स्य चिन्मे वि॒भ्व॑स्त्वोजो॒ या नु द॑धृ॒ष्वान्कृ॒णवै॑ मनी॒षा ।
अ॒हं ह्यू॑ग्रो म॑रुतो॒ विदा॑नो॒ यानि॒ च्यव॒मिन्द्र॒ इदी॑श एषाम् ॥
May my single strength be all-pervasive. Now, boldly, let me accomplish what I must through insight. You know, O Maruts, that I am fierce; Indra is indeed lord of those whom I overthrow.
1.165.11
अम॑न्दन्मा मरुत॒ स्तोमो॒ अत्र॒ यन्मे॑ नरः॒ श्रुत्यं॒ ब्रह्म॑ च॒क्र ।
इन्द्रा॑य॒ वृष्णे॒ सुम॑खाय॒ मह्यं॒ सख्ये॒ सखा॑यस्त॒न्वे॑ त॒नूभिः॑ ॥
O Maruts, may this praise delight me here, which you, O men, made as a sacred word worthy of hearing for me. For the bull Indra, for me who offer good sacrifice, O friends, in friendship, body joined to body.
1.165.12
ए॒वेदे॒ते प्रति॑ मा॒ रोच॑माना॒ अने॑द्यः॒ श्रव॒ एषो॒ दधा॑नाः ।
सं॒चक्ष्या॑ मरुतश्च॒न्द्रव॑र्णा॒ अच्छा॑न्त मे छ॒दया॑था च नू॒नम् ॥
Thus these shining Maruts came toward me, unassailable, bestowing food and nourishments. O Maruts of moon-hued radiance, look upon me, and surely cover and protect me now.
1.165.13
को न्वत्र॑ मरुतो मामहे वः॒ प्र या॑तन॒ सखीँ॒रच्छा॑ सखायः ।
मन्मा॑नि चित्रा अपिवा॒तय॑न्त ए॒षां भू॑त॒ नवे॑दा म ऋ॒ताना॑म् ॥
O Maruts, who here praises you? Come forth, friends, toward your friends. O brilliant ones, move swiftly within their thoughts, and be knowers of the cosmic order for me.
1.165.14
आ यद्दु॑व॒स्याद्दु॒वसे॒ न का॒रुर॒स्माञ्च॒क्रे मा॒न्यस्य॑ मे॒धा ।
ओ षु व॑र्त्त मरुतो॒ विप्र॒मच्छे॒मा ब्रह्मा॑णि जरि॒ता वो॑ अर्चत् ॥
When he, like a praiser, made us dear to the wisdom of the honored one, so that the giver may give — O Maruts, turn well toward this inspired seer; let the singer praise you with these prayers.
1.165.15
ए॒ष व॒ स्तोमो॑ मरुत इ॒यं गीर्मा॑न्दा॒र्यस्य॑ मा॒न्यस्य॑ का॒रोः ।
एषा या॑सीष्ट त॒न्वे॑ व॒यां वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम् ॥
O Maruts, this hymn is for you — this song of Māndārya, the honored poet. May he come here with nourishment; may strength come to our bodies. May we win the wealth of conquest and food that moves swiftly.