Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.166
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1.166.1
तन्नु वो॑चाम रभ॒साय॒ जन्म॑ने॒ पूर्वं॑ महि॒त्वं वृ॑ष॒भस्य॑ के॒तवे॑ ।
ऐ॒धेव॒ याम॑न्मरुतस्तुविष्वणो यु॒धेव॑ शक्रास्तवि॒षाणि॑ कर्तन ॥
Let us now proclaim that ancient greatness, made for the swift birth and for the bull's knowing. O roaring Maruts, like with kindled fuel, like in battle, O mighty ones, make your forms of power manifest.
1.166.2
नित्यं॒ न सू॒नुं मधु॒ बिभ्र॑त॒ उप॒ क्रीळ॑न्ति क्री॒ळा वि॒दथे॑षु॒ घृष्व॑यः ।
नक्ष॑न्ति रु॒द्रा अव॑सा नम॒स्विनं॒ न म॑र्धन्ति॒ स्वत॑वसो हवि॒ष्कृत॑म् ॥
Always like a son, bearing sweetness, they play playfully, bold in the contests. The Rudras reach the reverent one with their help; they delight the oblation-maker with their own strength.
1.166.3
यस्मा॒ ऊमा॑सो अ॒मृता॒ अरा॑सत रा॒यस्पोषं॑ च ह॒विषा॑ ददा॒शुषे॑ ।
उ॒क्षन्त्य॑स्मै म॒रुतो॑ हि॒ता इ॑व पु॒रू रजां॑सि॒ पय॑सा मयो॒भुवः॑ ॥
For whom the glowing immortal Maruts bring wealth and nourishment, and give gifts to the oblation-giver, the beneficent Maruts, bringers of blessing, pour many realms with milk, with water, for him.
1.166.4
आ ये रजां॑सि॒ तवि॑षीभि॒रव्य॑त॒ प्र व॒ एवा॑सः॒ स्वय॑तासो अध्रजन् ।
भय॑न्ते॒ विश्वा॒ भुव॑नानि ह॒र्म्या चि॒त्रो वो॒ यामः॒ प्रय॑तास्वृ॒ष्टिषु॑ ॥
The Maruts, who fill the realms with their might, rush forth like self-moving youths. All your worlds and dwellings tremble; your brilliant march, O Maruts, is in the strivings and in the lightning-bolts.
1.166.5
यत्त्वे॒षया॑मा न॒दय॑न्त॒ पर्व॑तान्दि॒वो वा॑ पृ॒ष्ठं नर्या॒ अचु॑च्यवुः ।
विश्वो॑ वो॒ अज्म॑न्भयते॒ वन॒स्पतिः॑ रथी॒यन्ती॑व॒ प्र जि॑हीत॒ ओष॑धिः ॥
When you, the shaking ones, make the mountains resound, or the back of the sky, O men, every tree trembles at your movement, and like a charioteer the herbs are let loose forward.
1.166.6
यू॒यं न॑ उग्रा मरुतः सुचे॒तुनारि॑ष्टग्रामाः सुम॒तिं पि॑पर्तन ।
यत्रा॑ वो दि॒द्युद्रद॑ति॒ क्रिवि॑र्दती रि॒णाति॑ प॒श्वः सुधि॑तेव ब॒र्हणा॑ ॥
You, O fierce Maruts, with good insight and with unharmed host, bring us good favor. Where your lightning flashes, it separates cattle as the well-threshed grain is parted.
1.166.7
प्र स्क॒म्भदे॑ष्णा अनव॒भ्ररा॑धसो अलातृ॒णासो॑ वि॒दथे॑षु॒ सुष्टु॑ताः ।
अर्च॑न्त्य॒र्कं म॑दि॒रस्य॑ पी॒तये॑ वि॒दुर्वी॒रस्य॑ प्रथ॒मानि॒ पौंस्या॑ ॥
Firm-footed, of unfailing wealth, unhindered, well praised at the contests of the rite, the Maruts press forward. They chant the hymn to drink the exhilarating soma; they know the first manly deeds of the hero.
1.166.8
श॒तभु॑जिभि॒स्तम॒भिह्रु॑तेर॒घात्पू॒र्भी र॑क्षता मरुतो॒ यमाव॑त ।
जनं॒ यमु॑ग्रास्तवसो विरप्शिनः पा॒थना॒ शंसा॒त्तन॑यस्य पु॒ष्टिषु॑ ॥
With hundred-armed fortresses, O Maruts, protect from the assault of harm the man you have guarded. O fierce, strong, bright-spear-bearing Maruts, protect in the prosperity of offspring the man whom you protect.
1.166.9
विश्वा॑नि भ॒द्रा म॑रुतो॒ रथे॑षु वो मिथ॒स्पृध्ये॑व तवि॒षाण्याहि॑ता ।
अंसे॒ष्वा वः॒ प्रप॑थेषु खा॒दयोऽक्षो॑ वश्च॒क्रा स॒मया॒ वि वा॑वृते ॥
O Maruts, on your chariots are all auspicious treasures, set like forces vying with each other. Upon the shoulders and upon your paths the wheels of your axle have turned evenly.
1.166.10
भूरी॑णि भ॒द्रा नर्ये॑षु बा॒हुषु॒ वक्ष॑स्सु रु॒क्मा र॑भ॒सासो॑ अ॒ञ्जयः॑ ।
अंसे॒ष्वेताः॑ प॒विषु॑ क्षु॒रा अधि॒ वयो॒ न प॒क्षान्व्यनु॒ श्रियो॑ धिरे ॥
O Maruts, among men there are many auspicious golden ornaments on the arms and on the chests, swiftly shining. Upon the shoulders are these razor-edges; as birds spread their wings, so they spread their glories apart.
1.166.11
म॒हान्तो॑ म॒ह्ना वि॒भ्वो॑ विभू॑तयो दूरे॒दृशो॒ ये दि॒व्या इ॑व॒ स्तृभिः॑ ।
म॒न्द्राः सु॑जि॒ह्वाः स्वरि॑तार आ॒सभिः॒ सम्मि॑श्ला॒ इन्द्रे॑ म॒रुतः॑ परि॒ष्टुभः॑ ॥
Great ones, mighty by their greatness, manifold in power, far-seeing, who are like the heavenly ones with their supports; gentle, well-tongued, self-praising, well mingled with their horses in Indra, O Maruts, encircling.
1.166.12
तद्वः॑ सुजाता मरुतो महित्व॒नं दी॒र्घं वो॑ दा॒त्रमदि॑तेरिव व्र॒तम् ।
इन्द्र॑श्च॒न त्यज॑सा॒ वि ह्रु॑णाति॒ तज्जना॑य॒ यस्मै॑ सु॒कृते॒ अरा॑ध्वम् ॥
O well-born Maruts, that greatness of yours and your long gift are like Aditi's vow. Not even Indra destroys it with his force, for the man for whom you have been worshipped with a good deed.
1.166.13
तद्वो॑ जामि॒त्वं म॑रुतः॒ परे॑ यु॒गे पु॒रू यच्छंस॑ममृतास॒ आव॑त ।
अ॒या धि॒या मन॑वे श्रु॒ष्टिमाव्या॑ सा॒कं नरो॑ दं॒सनै॒रा चि॑कित्रिरे ॥
O Maruts, great is that kinship of yours in the former age, O immortals, you heard the praise. With this insight you protected the gift for Manu; the heroic Maruts have shown themselves here with their deeds.
1.166.14
येन॑ दी॒र्घं म॑रुतः शू॒शवा॑म यु॒ष्माके॑न॒ परी॑णसा तुरासः ।
आ यत्त॒तन॑न्वृ॒जने॒ जना॑स ए॒भिर्य॒ज्ञेभि॒स्तद॒भीष्टि॑मश्याम् ॥
By that help of yours, O Maruts, may we thrive for long; with that aid of yours, O swift ones, O people, when they stretch out in conflict, may we attain that desired goal through these sacrifices.
1.166.15
ए॒ष व॒ स्तोमो॑ मरुत इ॒यं गीर्मा॑न्दा॒र्यस्य॑ मा॒न्यस्य॑ का॒रोः ।
एषा या॑सीष्ट त॒न्वे॑ व॒यां वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम् ॥
O Maruts, this praise is for you, this song of Māndārya, the honored poet. May it reach our bodies with nourishment; may we obtain strength and that wealth which grows ever richer.