Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.168
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1.168.1
य॒ज्ञाय॑ज्ञा वः सम॒ना तु॑तु॒र्वणि॒र्धियं॑धियं वो देव॒या उ॑ दधिध्वे ।
आ वो॒ऽर्वाचः॑ सुवि॒ताय॒ रोद॑स्योर्म॒हे व॑वृत्या॒मव॑से सुवृ॒क्तिभिः॑ ॥
O Maruts, at every sacrifice and in every thought, swift praises are set for you in one accord. For the great welfare of Heaven and Earth, for protection, I call you hither with good hymns.
1.168.2
व॒व्रासो॒ न ये स्व॒जाः स्वत॑वस॒ इषं॒ स्व॑रभि॒जाय॑न्त॒ धूत॑यः ।
स॒ह॒स्रिया॑सो अ॒पां नोर्मय॑ आ॒सा गावो॒ वन्द्या॑सो॒ नोक्षणः॑ ॥
Self-born, mighty in their own strength, they arose like herds for food and for light. Thousand-strong, they are like the waves of the waters, like praiseworthy cows, like full-uddered cows.
1.168.3
सोमा॑सो॒ न ये सु॒तास्तृ॒प्तांश॑वो हृ॒त्सु पी॒तासो॑ दु॒वसो॒ नास॑ते ।
ऐषा॒मंसे॑षु र॒म्भिणी॑व रारभे॒ हस्ते॑षु खा॒दिश्च॑ कृ॒तिश्च॒ सं द॑धे ॥
Like pressed Soma, they whose limbs are sated; drunk in the hearts, they sit bountiful. On their shoulders I mount like a drummer; in my hands I hold both the sword and the deed.
1.168.4
अव॒ स्वयु॑क्ता दि॒व आ वृथा॑ ययु॒रम॑र्त्याः॒ कश॑या चोदत॒ त्मना॑ ।
अ॒रे॒णव॑स्तुविजा॒ता अ॑चुच्यवुर्दृ॒ळ्हानि॑ चिन्म॒रुतो॒ भ्राज॑दृष्टयः ॥
Self-yoked, they came down from heaven, immortal, not in vain. With the whip, urge yourselves on. Dust-stirring, widely born Maruts, you shake even firm things, O Maruts of bright aspect.
1.168.5
को वो॒ऽन्तर्म॑रुत ऋष्टिविद्युतो॒ रेज॑ति॒ त्मना॒ हन्वे॑व जि॒ह्वया॑ ।
ध॒न्व॒च्युत॑ इ॒षां न याम॑नि पुरु॒प्रैषा॑ अह॒न्यो॑ नैत॑शः ॥
O Maruts, which of you, with lightning-flashes, trembles of his own accord, like a jaw, like a tongue? Driven by the bow, like the rains in their course, many-impulsed, ever unchanging, swift from afar.
1.168.6
क्व॑ स्विद॒स्य रज॑सो म॒हस्परं॒ क्वाव॑रं मरुतो॒ यस्मि॑न्नाय॒य ।
यच्च्या॒वय॑थ विथु॒रेव॒ संहि॑तं॒ व्यद्रि॑णा पतथ त्वे॒षम॑र्ण॒वम् ॥
O Maruts, where is the far end of this great space, and where the near end, where you came? When you shook what was compacted like a threshing-floor, you cast apart the clouds with the stone, and hurled them down onto the bright ocean.
1.168.7
सा॒तिर्न वोऽम॑वती॒ स्व॑र्वती त्वे॒षा विपा॑का मरुतः॒ पिपि॑ष्वती ।
भ॒द्रा वो॑ रा॒तिः पृ॑ण॒तो न दक्षि॑णा पृथु॒ज्रयी॑ असु॒र्ये॑व॒ जञ्ज॑ती ॥
O Maruts, your gift is helpful, luminous, powerful and fruitful, like a giver's present; it is wide-spreading and thundering like the roar of a lord.
1.168.8
प्रति॑ ष्टोभन्ति॒ सिन्ध॑वः प॒विभ्यो॒ यद॒भ्रियां॒ वाच॑मुदी॒रय॑न्ति ।
अव॑ स्मयन्त वि॒द्युतः॑ पृथि॒व्यां यदी॑ घृ॒तं म॒रुतः॑ प्रुष्णु॒वन्ति॑ ॥
For the thunderbolt the rivers resound forward when they raise their thundering voice; the lightnings smile upon the earth, O Maruts, when they pour down ghee (water).
1.168.9
असू॑त॒ पृश्नि॑र्मह॒ते रणा॑य त्वे॒षम॒यासां॑ म॒रुता॒मनी॑कम् ।
ते स॑प्स॒रासो॑ (ऽ)जनय॒न्ताभ्व॒मादित्स्व॒धामि॑षि॒रां पर्य॑पश्यन् ॥
The spotted cow (earth) bore the mighty, tireless host of the Maruts for the great contest; they are warriors moving together, who then saw the nourishing svadhā all around.
1.168.10
ए॒ष व॒ स्तोमो॑ मरुत इ॒यं गीर्मा॑न्दा॒र्यस्य॑ मा॒न्यस्य॑ का॒रोः ।
एषा या॑सीष्ट त॒न्वे॑ व॒यां वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम् ॥
O Maruts, this is your praise, and this is the song of the honored poet Māndārya; with this food may you come to our body, that we may obtain nourishment, strength, and the ever-young giver.