Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.167
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1.167.1
स॒हस्रं॑ त इन्द्रो॒तयो॑ नः स॒हस्र॒मिषो॑ हरिवो गू॒र्तत॑माः ।
स॒हस्रं॒ रायो॑ माद॒यध्यै॑ सह॒स्रिण॒ उप॑ नो यन्तु॒ वाजाः॑ ॥
Indra, may your thousand aids come to us; O possessor of bay horses, may thousand nourishments be most desired. May thousand riches be for delight, and may thousandfold prizes come to us.
1.167.2
आ नोऽवो॑भिर्म॒रुतो॑ या॒न्त्वच्छा॒ ज्येष्ठे॑भिर्वा बृ॒हद्दि॑वैः सुमा॒याः ।
अध॒ यदे॑षां नि॒युतः॑ पर॒माः स॑मु॒द्रस्य॑ चिद्ध॒नय॑न्त पा॒रे ॥
O Maruts, come to us with your protections, or with your supreme, mighty-bright, skilled companions. When their highest reins race beyond the ocean, they too press on.
1.167.3
मि॒म्यक्ष॒ येषु॒ सुधि॑ता घृ॒ताची॒ हिर॑ण्यनिर्णि॒गुप॑रा॒ न ऋ॒ष्टिः ।
गुहा॒ चर॑न्ती॒ मनु॑षो॒ न योषा॑ स॒भाव॑ती विद॒थ्ये॑व॒ सं वाक् ॥
Among whom the well-prepared, ghee-bright, gold-tinged, lofty stream of rain has mingled, like a secret-moving human woman, the assembly-bearing, rite-loving speech has come together.
1.167.4
परा॑ शु॒भ्रा अ॒यासो॑ य॒व्या सा॑धार॒ण्येव॑ म॒रुतो॑ मिमिक्षुः ।
न रो॑द॒सी अप॑ नुदन्त घो॒रा जु॒षन्त॒ वृधं॑ स॒ख्याय॑ दे॒वाः ॥
The bright, tireless Maruts pressed forward as though on an ordinary path, and the fierce Maruts thrust heaven and earth apart; the gods enjoyed their growth for friendship.
1.167.5
जोष॒द्यदी॑मसु॒र्या॑ स॒चध्यै॒ विषि॑तस्तुका रोद॒सी नृ॒मणाः॑ ।
आ सू॒र्येव॑ विध॒तो रथं॑ गात्त्वे॒षप्र॑तीका॒ नभ॑सो॒ नेत्या ॥
When the lordly, mighty-spirited Viṣitastukā, the men-adorning heaven and earth, were set to join, then like the sun the chariot of the disposer came forth, flame-faced, of the sky, not an ordinary rising.
1.167.6
आ स्था॑पयन्त युव॒तिं युवा॑नः शु॒भे निमि॑श्लां वि॒दथे॑षु प॒ज्राम् ।
अ॒र्को यद्वो॑ मरुतो ह॒विष्मा॒न्गाय॑द्गा॒थं सु॒तसो॑मो दुव॒स्यन् ॥
The young men have set up a young woman, for beauty, skilled at the assemblies, bright as a flower. When the oblation-bearing arka sings to you, O Maruts, let the soma-pressing patron sing the song and serve.
1.167.7
प्र तं वि॑वक्मि॒ वक्म्यो॒ य ए॑षां म॒रुतां॑ महि॒मा स॒त्यो अस्ति॑ ।
सचा॒ यदी॒ं वृष॑मणा अहं॒युः स्थि॒रा चि॒ज्जनी॒र्वह॑ते सुभा॒गाः ॥
I proclaim that greatness of the Maruts, which is indeed true, when they, strong-moving like bulls, carry steady and well-adorned women along with them.
1.167.8
पान्ति॑ मि॒त्रावरु॑णावव॒द्याच्चय॑त ईमर्य॒मो अप्र॑शस्तान् ।
उ॒त च्य॑वन्ते॒ अच्यु॑ता ध्रु॒वाणि॑ वावृ॒ध ईं॑ मरुतो॒ दाति॑वारः ॥
Mitra and Varuṇa protect from harm; Aryaman drives away the unpraised. And, O Maruts, you bountiful ones make the unfalling, steadfast things grow, and they do not fall.
1.167.9
न॒ही नु वो॑ मरुतो॒ अन्त्य॒स्मे आ॒रात्ता॑च्चि॒च्छव॑सो॒ अन्त॑मा॒पुः ।
ते धृ॒ष्णुना॒ शव॑सा शूशु॒वांसोऽर्णो॒ न द्वेषो॑ धृष॒ता परि॑ ष्ठुः ॥
O Maruts, you are near to us and even from afar, you have reached the limit of strength. Roaring with bold might, like a river, you stood around hostility, overcoming it by your power.
1.167.10
व॒यम॒द्येन्द्र॑स्य॒ प्रेष्ठा॑ व॒यं श्वो वो॑चेमहि सम॒र्ये ।
व॒यं पु॒रा महि॑ च नो॒ अनु॒ द्यून्तन्न॑ ऋभु॒क्षा न॒रामनु॑ ष्यात् ॥
Today may we be the dearest to Indra; tomorrow may we speak in the contest. Both formerly and now, through the long days for us, may Ṛbhukṣan be among the leaders of men.
1.167.11
ए॒ष व॒ स्तोमो॑ मरुत इ॒यं गीर्मा॑न्दा॒र्यस्य॑ मा॒न्यस्य॑ का॒रोः ।
एषा या॑सीष्ट त॒न्वे॑ व॒यां वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम् ॥
O Maruts, this is your praise, and this song is of Māndārya and the honored poet Kāru. May it go to you with this refreshment, and may we obtain food for our bodies, a prize, and wealth that bestows long life.