Ṛgveda · Sūkta 2.19
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2.19.1
अपा॑य्य॒स्यान्ध॑सो॒ मदा॑य॒ मनी॑षिणः सुवा॒नस्य॒ प्रय॑सः ।
यस्मि॒न्निन्द्रः॑ प्र॒दिवि॑ वावृधा॒न ओको॑ द॒धे ब्र॑ह्म॒ण्यन्त॑श्च॒ नरः॑ ॥
O thoughtful ones, this exhilarating soma juice has been drunk, pressed out. In it Indra, growing strong in the bright realm, makes his dwelling, and the men who make prayers as well.
2.19.2
अ॒स्य म॑न्दा॒नो मध्वो॒ वज्र॑ह॒स्तोऽहि॒मिन्द्रो॑ अर्णो॒वृतं॒ वि वृ॑श्चत् ।
प्र यद्वयो॒ न स्वस॑रा॒ण्यच्छा॒ प्रयां॑सि च न॒दीनां॒ चक्र॑मन्त ॥
Exhilarated by this honey-juice, Indra with the thunderbolt in hand split open the serpent that enveloped the waters. Like birds flying to their nests, the waters of the rivers moved forward of their own accord.
2.19.3
स माहि॑न॒ इन्द्रो॒ अर्णो॑ अ॒पां प्रैर॑यदहि॒हाच्छा॑ समु॒द्रम् ।
अज॑नय॒त्सूर्यं॑ वि॒दद्गा अ॒क्तुनाह्नां॑ व॒युना॑नि साधत् ॥
That mighty Indra sets the flood of waters moving forth toward the ocean, slayer of Ahi. He generated the sun, found the cows, and with the night accomplished the courses of the days.
2.19.4
सो अ॑प्र॒तीनि॒ मन॑वे पु॒रूणीन्द्रो॑ दाशद्दा॒शुषे॒ हन्ति॑ वृ॒त्रम् ।
स॒द्यो यो नृभ्यो॑ अत॒साय्यो॒ भूत्प॑स्पृधा॒नेभ्यः॒ सूर्य॑स्य सा॒तौ ॥
He, Indra, gives many unfailing gifts to Manu; he gives to the one who offers, and at once strikes down Vritra. He who becomes a ready helper for men, unrestrained, proves unconquered among rivals in the winning of the sun.
2.19.5
स सु॑न्व॒त इन्द्रः॒ सूर्य॒मा दे॒वो रि॑ण॒ङ्मर्त्या॑य स्त॒वान् ।
आ यद्र॒यिं गु॒हद॑वद्यमस्मै॒ भर॒दंशं॒ नैत॑शो दश॒स्यन् ॥
That god Indra gives the sun to the presser of soma; when praised he gives it to the mortal. When he brings to him faultless hidden wealth, he bestows a portion as the share of Etaśa.
2.19.6
स र॑न्धयत्स॒दिवः॒ सार॑थये॒ शुष्ण॑म॒शुषं॒ कुय॑वं॒ कुत्सा॑य ।
दिवो॑दासाय नव॒तिं च॒ नवेन्द्रः॒ पुरो॒ व्यै॑र॒च्छम्ब॑रस्य ॥
He bored open Śuṣṇa for the charioteer of Sadiva, the unswift Kuyava for Kutsa, and for Divodāsa. Ninety and ninety-nine forts Indra, from the strongholds of Śambara, broke asunder.
2.19.7
ए॒वा त॑ इन्द्रो॒चथ॑महेम श्रव॒स्या न त्मना॑ वा॒जय॑न्तः ।
अ॒श्याम॒ तत्साप्त॑माशुषा॒णा न॒नमो॒ वध॒रदे॑वस्य पी॒योः ॥
Thus, O Indra, we have brought you this hymn, seeking fame and striving for the prize by our own strength. May we win that sevenfold wealth, panting in the fight, and may we bring low the stronghold of the godless foe.
2.19.8
ए॒वा ते॑ गृत्सम॒दाः शू॑र॒ मन्मा॑व॒स्यवो॒ न व॒युना॑नि तक्षुः ।
ब्र॒ह्म॒ण्यन्त॑ इन्द्र ते॒ नवी॑य॒ इष॒मूर्जं॑ सुक्षि॒तिं सु॒म्नम॑श्युः ॥
Thus, O hero, the Gṛtsamada poets fashion their hymn for you, as suppliants fashion their deeds. O Indra, may they, desiring to speak the sacred word, obtain food, strength, a fair dwelling and happiness through your new praise.
2.19.9
नू॒नं सा ते॒ प्रति॒ वरं॑ जरि॒त्रे दु॑ही॒यदि॑न्द्र॒ दक्षि॑णा म॒घोनी॑ ।
शिक्षा॑ स्तो॒तृभ्यो॒ माति॑ ध॒ग्भगो॑ नो बृ॒हद्व॑देम वि॒दथे॑ सु॒वीराः॑ ॥
Now may that gift of yours, O Indra, rich in bounty, truly come to the one who praises you. Teach the singers and do not consume them; may we speak a great word in the assembly, blessed with good heroic sons.