Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.173
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1.173.1
गाय॒त्साम॑ नभ॒न्यं॑ यथा॒ वेरर्चा॑म॒ तद्वा॑वृधा॒नं स्व॑र्वत् ।
गावो॑ धे॒नवो॑ ब॒र्हिष्यद॑ब्धा॒ आ यत्स॒द्मानं॑ दि॒व्यं विवा॑सान् ॥
As a singer chants the Sāman, so let us praise him who grows, bringing heaven's light. May the milch-cows, unharmed, come to the sacred grass and enjoy the heavenly abode.
1.173.2
अर्च॒द्वृषा॒ वृष॑भिः॒ स्वेदु॑हव्यैर्मृ॒गो नाश्नो॒ अति॒ यज्जु॑गु॒र्यात् ।
प्र म॑न्द॒युर्म॒नां गू॑र्त॒ होता॒ भर॑ते॒ मर्यो॑ मिथु॒ना यज॑त्रः ॥
May the valiant Indra, with his mighty companions, be praised — with well-milked offerings, like a deer, outrunning the horse when he approaches. Eager for joy, may he proclaim the prayer with delight; may the priest bear both man and the worthy one.
1.173.3
नक्ष॒द्धोता॒ परि॒ सद्म॑ मि॒ता यन्भर॒द्गर्भ॒मा श॒रदः॑ पृथि॒व्याः ।
क्रन्द॒दश्वो॒ नय॑मानो रु॒वद्गौर॒न्तर्दू॒तो न रोद॑सी चर॒द्वाक् ॥
May the priest come and sit around the appointed seats, when he brings the embryo of the earth's years. The horse neighs, leading and roaring; like a messenger among the cows, speech moves between the two worlds.
1.173.4
ता क॒र्माष॑तरास्मै॒ प्र च्यौ॒त्नानि॑ देव॒यन्तो॑ भरन्ते ।
जुजो॑ष॒दिन्द्रो॑ द॒स्मव॑र्चा॒ नास॑त्येव॒ सुग्म्यो॑ रथे॒ष्ठाः ॥
Those who desire the gods bring for him those more excellent deeds and glorious exploits. May Indra of mighty fame rejoice — easy of approach like the Nāsatyas, riding on the chariot.
1.173.5
तमु॑ ष्टु॒हीन्द्रं॒ यो ह॒ सत्वा॒ यः शूरो॑ म॒घवा॒ यो र॑थे॒ष्ठाः ।
प्र॒ती॒चश्चि॒द्योधी॑या॒न्वृष॑ण्वान्वव॒व्रुष॑श्चि॒त्तम॑सो विह॒न्ता ॥
So praise that Indra, who is truly mighty, a hero and bountiful, who rides the chariot; who is stronger in battle even than those who stand before him, of bull-like power, and the destroyer of even the slayer of Vr̥tra, the destroyer of darkness.
1.173.6
प्र यदि॒त्था म॑हि॒ना नृभ्यो॒ अस्ति॒ अरं॒ रोद॑सी क॒क्ष्ये॑ नास्मै॑ ।
सं वि॑व्य॒ इन्द्रो॑ वृ॒जनं॒ न भूमा॒ भर्ति॑ स्व॒धावाँ॑ ओप॒शमि॑व॒ द्याम् ॥
When Indra, through his greatness, thus expands for men, the two worlds become his girdle. Like a great enclosure he embraces all; self-sustaining, he holds the sky as though it were a boundary.
1.173.7
स॒मत्सु॑ त्वा शूर स॒तामु॑रा॒णं प्र॑प॒थिन्त॑मं परितंस॒यध्यै॑ ।
स॒जोष॑स॒ इन्द्रं॒ मदे॑ क्षो॒णीः सू॒रिं चि॒द्ये अ॑नु॒मद॑न्ति॒ वाजैः॑ ॥
O hero, you who strike down a hundred foes and lead the way in battles, we call you to make the enemies tremble. Together, heaven and earth gladden Indra in his exhilaration, and the inspired singers too delight him with their spoils and strength.
1.173.8
ए॒वा हि ते॒ शं सव॑ना समु॒द्र आपो॒ यत्त॑ आ॒सु मद॑न्ति दे॒वीः ।
विश्वा॑ ते॒ अनु॒ जोष्या॑ भू॒द्गौः सू॒रींश्चि॒द्यदि॑ धि॒षा वेषि॒ जना॑न् ॥
Thus the Soma offerings are auspicious for you, and the waters of the ocean, in which the divine waters rejoice, are auspicious for you. All have become pleasing to you, if by prayer you reach the inspired singers and the people.
1.173.9
असा॑म॒ यथा॑ सुष॒खाय॑ एन स्वभि॒ष्टयो॑ न॒रां न शंसैः॑ ।
अस॒द्यथा॑ न॒ इन्द्रो॑ वन्दने॒ष्ठास्तु॒रो न कर्म॒ नय॑मान उ॒क्था ॥
May we be like good friends, seeking our own welfare, like the praises of men; so that Indra may be for us worthy of praise, swift in deed, leading the hymns forward.
1.173.10
विष्प॑र्धसो न॒रां न शंसै॑र॒स्माका॑स॒दिन्द्रो॒ वज्र॑हस्तः ।
मि॒त्रा॒युवो॒ न पूर्प॑तिं॒ सुशि॑ष्टौ मध्या॒युव॒ उप॑ शिक्षन्ति य॒ज्ञैः ॥
As men striving to surpass in praises, may Indra with the thunderbolt in hand be our helper. As those who seek friendship draw near to the lord of the city, so the middle-path sacrificers instruct him near by good teaching through sacrifices.
1.173.11
य॒ज्ञो हि ष्मेन्द्रं॒ कश्चि॑दृ॒न्धञ्जु॑हुरा॒णश्चि॒न्मन॑सा परि॒यन् ।
ती॒र्थे नाच्छा॑ तातृषा॒णमोको॑ दी॒र्घो न सि॒ध्रमा कृ॑णो॒त्यध्वा॑ ॥
Indeed the sacrifice calls upon Indra; even the one who prospers and pours oblations, circling with his mind, calls him. As water is at the ford for the thirsty, and as a long road leads the parched man to his resting place, so the sacrifice brings the thirsty one near.
1.173.12
मो षू ण॑ इ॒न्द्रात्र॑ पृ॒त्सु दे॒वैरस्ति॒ हि ष्मा॑ ते शुष्मिन्नव॒याः ।
म॒हश्चि॒द्यस्य॑ मी॒ळ्हुषो॑ य॒व्या ह॒विष्म॑तो म॒रुतो॒ वन्द॑ते॒ गीः ॥
O Indra, do not abandon us in battles among the gods; surely you are our helper, O mighty one. The song that praises the Maruts of the bountiful sacrificer with his oblations reaches you.
1.173.13
ए॒ष स्तोम॑ इन्द्र॒ तुभ्य॑म॒स्मे ए॒तेन॑ गा॒तुं ह॑रिवो विदो नः ।
आ नो॑ ववृत्याः सुवि॒ताय॑ देव वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम् ॥
Indra, this hymn is for you and for us. Lord of the tawny steeds, show us the path by it. God, turn toward us for welfare, so that we may obtain food, strength, and the gift that gives long life.