Ṛgveda · Sūkta 5.54
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5.54.1
प्र शर्धा॑य॒ मारु॑ताय॒ स्वभा॑नव इ॒मां वाच॑मनजा पर्वत॒च्युते॑ ।
घ॒र्म॒स्तुभे॑ दि॒व आ पृ॑ष्ठ॒यज्व॑ने द्यु॒म्नश्र॑वसे॒ महि॑ नृ॒म्णम॑र्चत ॥
I offer this speech to the mighty Maruts, self-shining, mountain-shaking; sing the great strength of those who from heaven accept the sacrifice, glorious in renown.
5.54.2
प्र वो॑ मरुतस्तवि॒षा उ॑द॒न्यवो॑ वयो॒वृधो॑ अश्व॒युजः॒ परि॑ज्रयः ।
सं वि॒द्युता॒ दध॑ति॒ वाश॑ति त्रि॒तः स्वर॒न्त्यापो॒ऽवना॒ परि॑ज्रयः ॥
O Maruts, to you for your might, rich in waters, life-increasing, yoked to horses, moving round: together with lightning they hold the cloud; the third thunders; the waters resound, encircling in the space.
5.54.3
वि॒द्युन्म॑हसो॒ नरो॒ अश्म॑दिद्यवो॒ वात॑त्विषो म॒रुतः॑ पर्वत॒च्युतः॑ ।
अ॒ब्द॒या चि॒न्मुहु॒रा ह्रा॑दुनी॒वृतः॑ स्त॒नय॑दमा रभ॒सा उदो॑जसः ॥
Great as lightning, heroes of men, shining like stone, wind-brilliant, the Maruts, mountain-shakers. Encircled by the thundering cloud, again and again they roar, vehement and full of might.
5.54.4
व्य॑क्तून्रु॑द्रा॒ व्यहा॑नि शिक्वसो॒ व्य॑न्तरि॑क्षं॒ वि रजां॑सि धूतयः ।
वि यदज्राँ॒ अज॑थ॒ नाव॑ ईं यथा॒ वि दु॒र्गाणि॑ मरुतो॒ नाह॑ रिष्यथ ॥
O Rudras, you divided the nights, O mighty ones, you divided the days; you parted the atmosphere, the realms, O shakers. When you drove the unbound heroes like boats, you also opened the strongholds; O Maruts, you have never perished.
5.54.5
तद्वी॒र्यं॑ वो मरुतो महित्व॒नं दी॒र्घं त॑तान॒ सूर्यो॒ न योज॑नम् ।
एता॒ न यामे॒ अगृ॑भीतशोचि॒षोऽन॑श्वदां॒ यन्न्यया॑तना गि॒रिम् ॥
O Maruts, that heroic power of yours, your greatness, is stretched long like the sun stretching its course. Like those who move on the chariot-way, whose light is unrestrained, when you descended to the mountain.
5.54.6
अभ्रा॑जि॒ शर्धो॑ मरुतो॒ यद॑र्ण॒सं मोष॑था वृ॒क्षं क॑प॒नेव॑ वेधसः ।
अध॑ स्मा नो अ॒रम॑तिं सजोषस॒श्चक्षु॑रिव॒ यन्त॒मनु॑ नेषथा सु॒गम् ॥
O Maruts, when your might was made to shine, you shook the cloud as a wise man shakes a tree. Then, for us also, O companions, guide your favor onward on an easy path, as an eye leads the one who goes.
5.54.7
न स जी॑यते मरुतो॒ न ह॑न्यते॒ न स्रे॑धति॒ न व्य॑थते॒ न रि॑ष्यति ।
नास्य॒ राय॒ उप॑ दस्यन्ति॒ नोतय॒ ऋषिं॑ वा॒ यं राजा॑नं वा॒ सुषू॑दथ ॥
O Maruts, he is not conquered, not struck down, not harmed, not troubled, not destroyed; neither his wealth nor protections come near him, whether he is a seer or a king whom you have impelled.
5.54.8
नि॒युत्व॑न्तो ग्राम॒जितो॒ यथा॒ नरो॑ अर्य॒मणो॒ न म॒रुतः॑ कब॒न्धिनः॑ ।
पिन्व॒न्त्युत्सं॒ यदि॒नासो॒ अस्व॑र॒न्व्यु॑न्दन्ति पृथि॒वीं मध्वो॒ अन्ध॑सा ॥
Lords of teams, conquerors of villages, like heroic men, like Aryaman, like the Maruts wearing bracelets—they swell the spring when the warriors rush forth, and with the sweet soma they split open the earth.
5.54.9
प्र॒वत्व॑ती॒यं पृ॑थि॒वी म॒रुद्भ्यः॑ प्र॒वत्व॑ती॒ द्यौर्भ॑वति प्र॒यद्भ्यः॑ ।
प्र॒वत्व॑तीः प॒थ्या॑ अ॒न्तरि॑क्ष्याः प्र॒वत्व॑न्तः॒ पर्व॑ता जी॒रदा॑नवः ॥
This earth becomes rich in winds for the Maruts, and the sky becomes rich in winds for those who go; the paths of the mid-region are rich in winds, and the mountains, bearers of old bows, are rich in winds.
5.54.10
यन्म॑रुतः सभरसः स्वर्णरः॒ सूर्य॒ उदि॑ते॒ मद॑था दिवो नरः ।
न वोऽश्वाः॑ श्रथय॒न्ताह॒ सिस्र॑तः स॒द्यो अ॒स्याध्व॑नः पा॒रम॑श्नुथ ॥
O Maruts, O companions of the assembly, O self-shining ones, when you rejoice at the rising sun—O heroes, may your horses not be unharnessed; they have gone forth, and at once you have reached the far shore of this path.
5.54.11
अंसे॑षु व ऋ॒ष्टयः॑ प॒त्सु खा॒दयो॒ वक्ष॑स्सु रु॒क्मा म॑रुतो॒ रथे॒ शुभः॑ ।
अ॒ग्निभ्रा॑जसो वि॒द्युतो॒ गभ॑स्त्योः॒ शिप्राः॑ शी॒र्षसु॒ वित॑ता हिर॒ण्ययीः॑ ॥
O Maruts, on your shoulders are lances, on your feet anklets, on your chests golden ornaments; you shine on the chariot; your lightnings are bright and fire-shining, brooches are on your cheeks, and golden radiance is spread over your heads.
5.54.12
तं नाक॑म॒र्यो अगृ॑भीतशोचिषं॒ रुश॒त्पिप्प॑लं मरुतो॒ वि धू॑नुथ ।
सम॑च्यन्त वृ॒जनाति॑त्विषन्त॒ यत्स्वर॑न्ति॒ घोषं॒ वित॑तमृता॒यवः॑ ॥
That heaven, noble and of unseized brightness, you shake, O Maruts, like a roaring peepal tree; when the followers of Ṛta raise their wide roar, their strengths come together and shine.
5.54.13
यु॒ष्माद॑त्तस्य मरुतो विचेतसो रा॒यः स्या॑म र॒थ्यो॑ वय॑स्वतः ।
न यो युच्छ॑ति ति॒ष्यो॑ यथा॑ दि॒वोऽस्मे रा॑रन्त मरुतः सह॒स्रिण॑म् ॥
O Maruts of far-seeing mind, may we be rich in chariots and vigor through the wealth you have given. As the bright light of heaven never fails, O Maruts, you have bestowed on us a thousandfold.
5.54.14
यू॒यं र॒यिं म॑रुत स्पा॒र्हवी॑रं यू॒यमृषि॑मवथ॒ साम॑विप्रम् ।
यू॒यमर्व॑न्तं भर॒ताय॒ वाजं॑ यू॒यं ध॑त्थ॒ राजा॑नं श्रुष्टि॒मन्त॑म् ॥
O Maruts, give the wealth that heroes desire; protect the seer who is wise in the sāman chants. Give swift horses and strength to the Bharata; you yourselves establish the swift king.
5.54.15
तद्वो॑ यामि॒ द्रवि॑णं सद्यऊतयो॒ येना॒ स्व॑र्ण त॒तना॑म॒ नॄँर॒भि ।
इ॒दं सु मे॑ मरुतो हर्यता॒ वचो॒ यस्य॒ तरे॑म॒ तर॑सा श॒तं हिमाः॑ ॥
O swift helpers, Maruts, I seek that wealth of yours, by which we may spread among men like the sun. O Maruts, hear well this speech of mine, by whose strength we may cross a hundred winters.