Ṛgveda · Sūkta 5.58
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5.58.1
तमु॑ नू॒नं तवि॑षीमन्तमेषां स्तु॒षे ग॒णं मारु॑तं॒ नव्य॑सीनाम् ।
य आ॒श्व॑श्वा॒ अम॑व॒द्वह॑न्त उ॒तेशि॑रे अ॒मृत॑स्य स्व॒राजः॑ ॥
I now praise that mighty host of the Maruts, the newer ones among them, who as horsemen carry the chariots with strength, and who rule as self-ruling lords of immortality.
5.58.2
त्वे॒षं ग॒णं त॒वसं॒ खादि॑हस्तं॒ धुनि॑व्रतं मा॒यिनं॒ दाति॑वारम् ।
म॒यो॒भुवो॒ ये अमि॑ता महि॒त्वा वन्द॑स्व विप्र तुवि॒राध॑सो॒ नॄन् ॥
Praise that brilliant, mighty host, with weapons in hand, who shake the vow, wondrous and bountiful. O sage, praise those men, immeasurable in greatness, bringers of joy, rich in gifts.
5.58.3
आ वो॑ यन्तूदवा॒हासो॑ अ॒द्य वृ॒ष्टिं ये विश्वे॑ म॒रुतो॑ जु॒नन्ति॑ ।
अ॒यं यो अ॒ग्निर्म॑रुतः॒ समि॑द्ध ए॒तं जु॑षध्वं कवयो युवानः ॥
Today may your water-bearing Maruts come hither, all of them who stir up the rain. O Maruts, O sages, O young ones, accept this fire, now kindled.
5.58.4
यू॒यं राजा॑न॒मिर्यं॒ जना॑य विभ्वत॒ष्टं ज॑नयथा यजत्राः ।
यु॒ष्मदे॑ति मुष्टि॒हा बा॒हुजू॑तो यु॒ष्मद्सद॑श्वो मरुतः सु॒वीरः॑ ॥
You, O worshipful ones, produce a king for the people, one impelled and widely ruling. From you comes the fist-slaying warrior, driven by the arm; from you comes the lord of horses with good heroes, O Maruts.
5.58.5
अ॒रा इ॒वेदच॑रमा॒ अहे॑व॒ प्रप्र॑ जायन्ते॒ अक॑वा॒ महो॑भिः ।
पृश्नेः॑ पु॒त्रा उ॑प॒मासो॒ रभि॑ष्ठाः॒ स्वया॑ म॒त्या म॒रुतः॒ सं मि॑मिक्षुः ॥
Like unmoving wheels, like days, they are born again and again by might, though silent. The sons of Pṛśni, like their father, most radiant, have mingled with their own wisdom, the Maruts.
5.58.6
यत्प्राया॑सिष्ट॒ पृष॑तीभि॒रश्वै॑र्वीळुप॒विभि॑र्मरुतो॒ रथे॑भिः ।
क्षोद॑न्त॒ आपो॑ रिण॒ते वना॑नि॒ अवो॒स्रियो॑ वृष॒भः क्र॑न्दतु॒ द्यौः ॥
When you went forth, O Maruts, with spotted horses and swift chariots, the waters were stirred and the forests rent asunder. Let the bull roar; let the sky thunder.
5.58.7
प्रथि॑ष्ट॒ याम॑न्पृथि॒वी चि॑देषां॒ भर्ते॑व॒ गर्भं॒ स्वमिच्छवो॑ धुः ।
वाता॒न्ह्यश्वा॑न्धु॒र्या॑युयु॒ज्रे व॒र्षं स्वेदं॑ चक्रिरे रु॒द्रिया॑सः ॥
Along the Maruts' path the earth itself spread wide; as a bearer holds his own unborn child, so they held their own strength. The sons of Rudra yoked the wind-horses to the pole, and made the rain their sweat.
5.58.8
ह॒ये नरो॒ मरु॑तो मृ॒ळता॑ न॒स्तुवी॑मघासो॒ अमृ॑ता॒ ऋत॑ज्ञाः ।
सत्य॑श्रुतः॒ कव॑यो॒ युवा॑नो॒ बृह॑द्गिरयो बृ॒हदु॒क्षमा॑णाः ॥
O Maruts, O heroes, be gracious to us! O bountiful in wealth, O immortal ones, O knowers of cosmic order, O true-hearing ones, O seers, O youthful ones, O you of great hymns, praising with a mighty voice.