Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.64
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1.64.1
वृष्णे॒ शर्धा॑य॒ सुम॑खाय वे॒धसे॒ नोधः॑ सुवृ॒क्तिं प्र भ॑रा म॒रुद्भ्यः॑ ।
अ॒पो न धीरो॒ मन॑सा सु॒हस्त्यो॒ गिरः॒ सम॑ञ्जे वि॒दथे॑ष्वा॒भुवः॑ ॥
O Nodhas, offer a fine hymn to the Maruts, the mighty, strong, well-sacrificing wise ones. For them who come to the rites, I adorn my songs with thought, as the steady, skilled-handed one adorns the waters.
1.64.2
ते ज॑ज्ञिरे दि॒व ऋ॒ष्वास॑ उ॒क्षणो॑ रु॒द्रस्य॒ मर्या॒ असु॑रा अरे॒पसः॑ ।
पा॒व॒कासः॒ शुच॑यः॒ सूर्या॑ इव॒ सत्वा॑नो॒ न द्र॒प्सिनो॑ घो॒रव॑र्पसः ॥
They were born of heaven, bold as strong bulls, the young sons of Rudra, undying and blameless. They are purifiers, like bright suns, strong and enduring, of terrible form.
1.64.3
युवा॑नो रु॒द्रा अ॒जरा॑ अभो॒ग्घनो॑ वव॒क्षुरध्रि॑गावः॒ पर्व॑ता इव ।
दृ॒ळ्हा चि॒द्विश्वा॒ भुव॑नानि॒ पार्थि॑वा॒ प्र च्या॑वयन्ति दि॒व्यानि॑ म॒ज्मना॑ ॥
The young sons of Rudra, unaging and destroyers of the unwary, shook like mountains. By their might they shake the firm earthly worlds, and also the heavenly ones.
1.64.4
चि॒त्रैर॒ञ्जिभि॒र्वपु॑षे॒ व्य॑ञ्जते॒ वक्ष॑स्सु रु॒क्माँ अधि॑ येतिरे शु॒भे ।
अंसे॑ष्वेषां॒ नि मि॑मिक्षु*र्ऋ॒ष्टयः॑ सा॒कं ज॑ज्ञिरे स्व॒धया॑ दि॒वो नरः॑ ॥
With bright, varied ornaments they adorn themselves for beauty; upon their breasts they wear golden decorations, and on their shoulders too. Their bright lances gleam below; by their own strength they were born together from heaven, these leaders.
1.64.5
ई॒शा॒न॒कृतो॒ धुन॑यो रि॒शाद॑सो॒ वाता॑न्वि॒द्युत॒स्तवि॑षीभिरक्रत ।
दु॒हन्त्यूध॑र्दि॒व्यानि॒ धूत॑यो॒ भूमिं॑ पिन्वन्ति॒ पय॑सा॒ परि॑ज्रयः ॥
Lords who make the shaking, destroyers of enemies, with mighty powers they created the winds and lightnings. They milk the heavenly udders; the shakers who surround the earth fill it with milk.
1.64.6
पिन्व॑न्त्य॒पो म॒रुतः॑ सु॒दान॑वः॒ पयो॑ घृ॒तव॑द्वि॒दथे॑ष्वा॒भुवः॑ ।
अत्यं॒ न मि॒हे वि न॑यन्ति वा॒जिन॒मुत्सं॑ दुहन्ति स्त॒नय॑न्त॒मक्षि॑तम् ॥
The generous Maruts fill the waters; those who come to the rites fill them with ghee-rich milk. As one drives a racing horse, they lead the strong one; they milk the thundering, unfailing spring.
1.64.7
म॒हि॒षासो॑ मा॒यिन॑श्चि॒त्रभा॑नवो गि॒रयो॒ न स्वत॑वसो रघु॒ष्यदः॑ ।
मृ॒गा इ॑व ह॒स्तिनः॑ खादथा॒ वना॒ यदारु॑णीषु॒ तवि॑षी॒रयु॑ग्ध्वम् ॥
O Maruts, you are buffalo-like, wondrous, bright-shining, self-strong like mountains and swift in motion; when you yoke your mighty chariots among the red Uṣas, you devour the forests like deer and elephants.
1.64.8
सिं॒हा इ॑व नानदति॒ प्रचे॑तसः पि॒शा इ॑व सु॒पिशो॑ वि॒श्ववे॑दसः ।
क्षपो॒ जिन्व॑न्तः॒ पृष॑तीभिर्ऋ॒ष्टिभिः॒ समित्स॒बाधः॒ शव॒साहि॑मन्यवः ॥
Roaring like lions, wise and beautifully adorned like spotted creatures, all-knowing and possessing all wealth, you drive away the nights with spears; together, with might and fury, you hinder the foes.
1.64.9
रोद॑सी॒ आ व॑दता गणश्रियो॒ नृषा॑चः शूराः॒ शव॒साहि॑मन्यवः ।
आ व॒न्धुरे॑ष्व॒मति॒र्न द॑र्श॒ता वि॒द्युन्न त॑स्थौ मरुतो॒ रथे॑षु वः ॥
O heroic Maruts, sharers of the troops, guides of men, proclaim heaven and earth; you are impelled by might and fury; like a thought upon the chariot-poles, like visible lightning, you stand upon your chariots.
1.64.10
वि॒श्ववे॑दसो र॒यिभिः॒ समो॑कसः॒ सम्मि॑श्लास॒स्तवि॑षीभिर्विर॒प्शिनः॑ ।
अस्ता॑र॒ इषुं॑ दधिरे॒ गभ॑स्त्योरन॒न्तशु॑ष्मा॒ वृष॑खादयो॒ नरः॑ ॥
All-knowing, dwelling together with wealth, joined with one another, shining with might, the archer Maruts have placed arrows in both hands; of boundless strength, bull-devouring heroes, they are men.
1.64.11
हि॒र॒ण्यये॑भिः प॒विभिः॑ पयो॒वृध॒ उज्जि॑घ्नन्त आप॒थ्यो॑ न पर्व॑तान् ।
म॒खा अ॒यासः॑ स्व॒सृतो॑ ध्रुव॒च्युतो॑ दुध्र॒कृतो॑ म॒रुतो॒ भ्राज॑दृष्टयः ॥
With golden thunderbolts, you milk-increasers strike up the mountains like a traveller; you are sacrificers, tireless, self-born, firmly moving, shaking Maruts, of shining vision.
1.64.12
घृषुं॑ पाव॒कं व॒निनं॒ विच॑र्षणिं रु॒द्रस्य॑ सू॒नुं ह॒वसा॑ गृणीमसि ।
र॒ज॒स्तुरं॑ त॒वसं॒ मारु॑तं ग॒णमृ॑जी॒षिणं॒ वृष॑णं सश्चत श्रि॒ये ॥
With invocation we praise the sons of Rudra, the bright purifiers, lords of the forests, far-shining, dust-raising, strong, the troop of Maruts who shake the atmosphere; straight-going rain-bulls, join us for prosperity.
1.64.13
प्र नू स मर्तः॒ शव॑सा॒ जनाँ॒ अति॑ त॒स्थौ व॑ ऊ॒ती म॑रुतो॒ यमाव॑त ।
अर्व॑द्भि॒र्वाजं॑ भरते॒ धना॒ नृभि॑रा॒पृच्छ्यं॒ क्रतु॒मा क्षे॑ति॒ पुष्य॑ति ॥
That mortal, protected by your help, O Maruts, rises above other men through his strength. With swift horses he brings wealth and prize; with his leaders, in the resolve to be sought, he dwells and thrives.
1.64.14
च॒र्कृत्यं॑ मरुतः पृ॒त्सु दु॒ष्टरं॑ द्यु॒मन्तं॒ शुष्मं॑ म॒घव॑त्सु धत्तन ।
ध॒न॒स्पृत॑मु॒क्थ्यं॑ वि॒श्वच॑र्षणिं तो॒कं पु॑ष्येम॒ तन॑यं श॒तं हिमाः॑ ॥
O Maruts, set in the bountiful lords the shining strength that cannot be crossed in battles, the active one. May we obtain it, the guardian of wealth, praiseworthy, all-seeing. May we thrive with child and offspring, and live a hundred winters.
1.64.15
नू ष्ठि॒रं म॑रुतो वी॒रव॑न्तमृती॒षाहं॑ र॒यिम॒स्मासु॑ धत्त ।
स॒ह॒स्रिणं॑ श॒तिनं॑ शूशु॒वांसं॑ प्रा॒तर्म॒क्षू धि॒याव॑सुर्जगम्यात् ॥
Now, O Maruts, grant us firm wealth, rich in heroic sons, conquering the cosmic order. Place in us wealth that swells a thousandfold and a hundredfold. At dawn, swiftly, may he come to us, rich in insight.