Ṛgveda · Sūkta 1.85
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1.85.1
प्र ये शुम्भ॑न्ते॒ जन॑यो॒ न सप्त॑यो॒ याम॑न्रु॒द्रस्य॑ सू॒नवः॑ सु॒दंस॑सः ।
रोद॑सी॒ हि म॒रुत॑श्चक्रि॒रे वृ॒धे मद॑न्ति वी॒रा वि॒दथे॑षु॒ घृष्व॑यः ॥
The Maruts, the generous sons of Rudra, adorn themselves on their path like women or like troops. They made heaven and earth for their own increase; these bold heroes rejoice at the contests and in the rites.
1.85.2
त उ॑क्षि॒तासो॑ महि॒मान॑माशत दि॒वि रु॒द्रासो॒ अधि॑ चक्रिरे॒ सदः॑ ।
अर्च॑न्तो अ॒र्कं ज॒नय॑न्त इन्द्रि॒यमधि॒ श्रियो॑ दधिरे॒ पृश्नि॑मातरः ॥
Anointed, they attained their greatness; the Rudras made their seat in heaven. Singing praise and generating the hymn, they produced strength; the sons of the spotted mothers placed glories upon themselves.
1.85.3
गोमा॑तरो॒ यच्छु॒भय॑न्ते अ॒ञ्जिभि॑स्त॒नूषु॑ शु॒भ्रा द॑धिरे वि॒रुक्म॑तः ।
बाध॑न्ते॒ विश्व॑मभिमा॒तिन॒मप॒ वर्त्मा॑न्येषा॒मनु॑ रीयते घृ॒तम् ॥
The Maruts, having cows for mothers, when they shine on their bodies with unguents, put on bright ornaments of red spots. They strike down every hostile foe, and ghee flows along their paths.
1.85.4
वि ये भ्राज॑न्ते॒ सुम॑खास ऋ॒ष्टिभिः॑ प्रच्या॒वय॑न्तो॒ अच्यु॑ता चि॒दोज॑सा ।
म॒नो॒जुवो॒ यन्म॑रुतो॒ रथे॒~ष्वा वृष॑व्रातासः॒ पृष॑ती॒रयु॑ग्ध्वम् ॥
The Maruts, the well-sacrificing ones, shine with their storms and make even the unshaken tremble by their might. O mind-impelling Maruts, when you came on the chariots, the bull-troops yoked the spotted mares.
1.85.5
प्र यद्रथे॑षु॒ पृष॑ती॒रयु॑ग्ध्वं॒ वाजे॒ अद्रिं॑ मरुतो रं॒हय॑न्तः ।
उ॒तारु॒षस्य॒ वि ष्य॑न्ति॒ धारा॒श्चर्मे॑वो॒दभि॒र्व्यु॑न्दन्ति॒ भूम॑ ॥
When you, O Maruts, yoked the spotted mares to your chariots and drove the cloud-stone in the contest, the streams of the ruddy one are released; as one soaks a hide, they drench the earth with water.
1.85.6
आ वो॑ वहन्तु॒ सप्त॑यो रघु॒ष्यदो॑ रघु॒पत्वा॑नः॒ प्र जि॑गात बा॒हुभिः॑ ।
सीद॒ता ब॒र्हिरु॒रु वः॒ सद॑स्कृ॒तं मा॒दय॑ध्वं मरुतो॒ मध्वो॒ अन्ध॑सः ॥
Let the horses bring you hither — they that dwell in the grain-cleansing and drink the raghu drink. Come forward with the strength of your arms, sit down on the sacred grass; your wide seat is made. O Maruts, rejoice with honey and the juice of the drink.
1.85.7
ते॑ऽवर्धन्त॒ स्वत॑वसो महित्व॒ना नाकं॑ त॒स्थुरु॒रु च॑क्रिरे॒ सदः॑ ।
विष्णु॒र्यद्धाव॒द्वृष॑णं मद॒च्युतं॒ वयो॒ न सी॑द॒न्नधि॑ ब॒र्हिषि॑ प्रि॒ये ॥
The self-strong Maruts grew by their greatness; they stood up in the sky and made their seat wide. When Viṣṇu rushed like an exhilarated bull, they sat down on the dear sacred grass like birds.
1.85.8
शूरा॑ इ॒वेद्युयु॑धयो॒ न जग्म॑यः श्रव॒स्यवो॒ न पृत॑नासु येतिरे ।
भय॑न्ते॒ विश्वा॒ भुव॑ना म॒रुद्भ्यो॒ राजा॑न इव त्वे॒षसं॑दृशो॒ नरः॑ ॥
Like heroes, like fighters in combat, like men seeking fame, they strive in battles. Before the Maruts all beings tremble, like kings of brilliant appearance.
1.85.9
त्वष्टा॒ यद्वज्रं॒ सुकृ॑तं हिर॒ण्ययं॑ स॒हस्र॑भृष्टिं॒ स्वपा॒ अव॑र्तयत् ।
ध॒त्त इन्द्रो॒ नर्यपां॑सि॒ कर्त॒वेऽह॑न्वृ॒त्रं निर॒पामौ॑ब्जदर्ण॒वम् ॥
When Tvaṣṭṛ set turning the well-made golden thunderbolt with a thousand spikes, Indra, the man, grips it for his deeds; he slew Vṛtra and released the ocean of waters.
1.85.10
ऊ॒र्ध्वं नु॑नुद्रेऽव॒तं त ओज॑सा दादृहा॒णं चि॑द्बिभिदु॒र्वि पर्व॑तम् ।
धम॑न्तो वा॒णं म॒रुतः॑ सु॒दान॑वो॒ मदे॒ सोम॑स्य॒ रण्या॑नि चक्रिरे ॥
By their strength they pushed upward even the firmly fixed protector, and they split apart even the mountain. Roaring, the bountiful Maruts made delightful things in the exhilaration of soma.
1.85.11
जि॒ह्मं नु॑नुद्रेऽव॒तं तया॑ दि॒शासि॑ञ्च॒न्नुत्सं॒ गोत॑माय तृ॒ष्णजे॑ ।
आ ग॑च्छन्ती॒मव॑सा चि॒त्रभा॑नवः॒ कामं॒ विप्र॑स्य तर्पयन्त॒ धाम॑भिः ॥
They pushed aside the crooked protector from that direction and poured a spring for Gotama, the thirsty one. The bright-radiant Maruts come with their help and satisfy the desire of the seer with their abodes.
1.85.12
या वः॒ शर्म॑ शशमा॒नाय॒ सन्ति॑ त्रि॒धातू॑नि दा॒शुषे॑ यच्छ॒ताधि॑ ।
अ॒स्मभ्यं॒ तानि॑ मरुतो॒ वि य॑न्त र॒यिं नो॑ धत्त वृषणः सु॒वीर॑म् ॥
The shelters that are yours, which sustain threefold for the one who praises, grant them to the giver. May they be revealed for us, O Maruts; O showering heroes, grant us wealth with good offspring.