Ṛgveda · Sūkta 6.75
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6.75.1
जी॒मूत॑स्येव भवति॒ प्रती॑कं॒ यद्व॒र्मी याति॑ स॒मदा॑मु॒पस्थे॑ ।
अना॑विद्धया त॒न्वा॑ जय॒ त्वं स त्वा॒ वर्म॑णो महि॒मा पि॑पर्तु ॥
Like the sign of the thundercloud it appears, when the armored one goes into the lap of battles. With an unpierced body, conquer; may the greatness of the armor protect you.
6.75.2
धन्व॑ना॒ गा धन्व॑ना॒जिं ज॑येम॒ धन्व॑ना ती॒व्राः स॒मदो॑ जयेम ।
धनुः॒ शत्रो॑रपका॒मं कृ॑णोति॒ धन्व॑ना॒ सर्वाः॑ प्र॒दिशो॑ जयेम ॥
With the bow let us win cows; with the bow let us win battle; with the bow let us win sharp contests. The bow makes the enemy retreat; with the bow let us win all directions.
6.75.3
व॒क्ष्यन्ती॒वेदा ग॑नीगन्ति॒ कर्णं॑ प्रि॒यं सखा॑यं परिषस्वजा॒ना ।
योषे॑व शिङ्क्ते॒ वित॒ताधि॒ धन्व॒ञ्ज्या इ॒यं सम॑ने पा॒रय॑न्ती ॥
Like a woman about to speak, she comes to the ear, embracing the dear companion all around. As a woman clings, this bowstring stretched upon the bow spreads, carrying across in battle.
6.75.4
ते आ॒चर॑न्ती॒ सम॑नेव॒ योषा॑ मा॒तेव॑ पु॒त्रं बि॑भृतामु॒पस्थे॑ ।
अप॒ शत्रू॑न्विध्यतां संविदा॒ने आर्त्नी॑ इ॒मे वि॑ष्फु॒रन्ती॑ अ॒मित्रा॑न् ॥
Those two, moving together like a like-minded woman, may they bear you as a mother bears her son in her lap. In agreement, may they pierce the enemies from afar; these two quivering arms, the enemies.
6.75.5
ब॒ह्वी॒नां पि॒ता ब॒हुर॑स्य पु॒त्रश्चि॒श्चा कृ॑णोति॒ सम॑नाव॒गत्य॑ ।
इ॒षु॒धिः सङ्काः॒ पृत॑नाश्च॒ सर्वाः॑ पृ॒ष्ठे निन॑द्धो जयति॒ प्रसू॑तः ॥
Father of many, of this one many sons; swiftly he makes battle-contests, having gone. The quiver, all arrows and all battles, bound on the back, set forth and impelled, conquers.
6.75.6
रथे॒ तिष्ठ॑न्नयति वा॒जिनः॑ पु॒रो यत्र॑यत्र का॒मय॑ते सुषार॒थिः ।
अ॒भीशू॑नां महि॒मानं॑ पनायत॒ मनः॑ प॒श्चादनु॑ यच्छन्ति र॒श्मयः॑ ॥
Standing on the chariot, the good charioteer leads the horses forward wherever he desires; follow the greatness of the reins, the mind is drawn back after them.
6.75.7
ती॒व्रान्घोषा॑न्कृण्वते॒ वृष॑पाण॒योऽश्वा॒ रथे॑भिः स॒ह वा॒जय॑न्तः ।
अ॒व॒क्राम॑न्तः॒ प्रप॑दैर॒मित्रा॑न्क्षि॒णन्ति॒ शत्रूँ॒रन॑पव्ययन्तः ॥
They raise sharp war-cries, with mailed horses and chariots, desiring victory. Advancing with forward-thrusting spears, they destroy the enemies, never turning back.
6.75.8
र॒थ॒वाह॑नं ह॒विर॑स्य॒ नाम॒ यत्रायु॑धं॒ निहि॑तमस्य॒ वर्म॑ ।
तत्रा॒ रथ॒मुप॑ श॒ग्मं स॑देम वि॒श्वाहा॑ व॒यं सु॑मन॒स्यमा॑नाः ॥
The oblation that carries the chariot is its name. There, where its weapon is placed and its armour is set, may we ever sit beside the auspicious chariot, well-minded.
6.75.9
स्वा॒दु॒षं॒सदः॑ पि॒तरो॑ वयो॒धाः कृ॑च्छ्रे॒श्रितः॒ शक्ती॑वन्तो गभी॒राः ।
चि॒त्रसे॑ना॒ इषु॑बला॒ अमृ॑ध्राः स॒तोवी॑रा उ॒रवो॑ व्रातसा॒हाः ॥
Sweet-seated fathers, givers of vigour, won in distress, mighty and deep; possessed of bright armies, with arrows and strength, unharmed, true heroes, wide-ranging, conquerors of hosts.
6.75.10
ब्राह्म॑णासः॒ पित॑रः॒ सोम्या॑सः शि॒वे नो॒ द्यावा॑पृथि॒वी अ॑ने॒हसा॑ ।
पू॒षा नः॑ पातु दुरि॒तादृ॑तावृधो॒ रक्षा॒ माकि॑र्नो अ॒घशं॑स ईशत ॥
O Brahmins, O fathers, O soma-drinkers: for our well-being may Heaven and Earth both be harmless. May Pūṣan protect us from distress; O increasers of truth, protect us; let no evil-speaker rule over us.
6.75.11
सु॒प॒र्णं व॑स्ते मृ॒गो अ॑स्या॒ दन्तो॒ गोभिः॒ संन॑द्धा पतति॒ प्रसू॑ता ।
यत्रा॒ नरः॒ सं च॒ वि च॒ द्रव॑न्ति॒ तत्रा॒स्मभ्य॒मिष॑वः॒ शर्म॑ यंसन् ॥
Eagle-feathered is its arrow, like a deer's tooth, bound with cowhide, flying when sent forth. Where men flee together or apart, there may the arrows extend shelter to us.
6.75.12
ऋजी॑ते॒ परि॑ वृङ्धि॒ नोऽश्मा॑ भवतु नस्त॒नूः ।
सोमो॒ अधि॑ ब्रवीतु॒ नोऽदि॑तिः॒ शर्म॑ यच्छतु ॥
O Ṛjīti, surround us; may the stone be our body. May Soma speak of us; may Aditi extend shelter.
6.75.13
आ ज॑ङ्घन्ति॒ सान्वे॑षां ज॒घनाँ॒ उप॑ जिघ्नते ।
अश्वा॑जनि॒ प्रचे॑त॒सोऽश्वा॑न्त्स॒मत्सु॑ चोदय ॥
They strike at their backs and fall upon their thighs. O horse-driving one, clear-thinking one, urge the horses on in the battles.
6.75.14
अहि॑रिव भो॒गैः पर्ये॑ति बा॒हुं ज्याया॑ हे॒तिं प॑रि॒बाध॑मानः ।
ह॒स्त॒घ्नो विश्वा॑ व॒युना॑नि वि॒द्वान्पुमा॒न्पुमां॑सं॒ परि॑ पातु वि॒श्वतः॑ ॥
As a serpent with its coils, so the bowstring winds around the arm, pressing back the missile as it goes. May the man who strikes with his hand, who knows all skilful deeds, protect man on every side.
6.75.15
आला॑क्ता॒ या रुरु॑शीर्ष्णी॒ अथो॒ यस्या॒ अयो॒ मुख॑म् ।
इ॒दं प॒र्जन्य॑रेतस॒ इष्वै॑ दे॒व्यै बृ॒हन्नमः॑ ॥
That arrow which is smeared, red-headed, and whose mouth is of iron—to the goddess of the arrow born of the rain-cloud, this is a great homage.
6.75.16
अव॑सृष्टा॒ परा॑ पत॒ शर॑व्ये॒ ब्रह्म॑संशिते ।
गच्छा॒मित्रा॒न्प्र प॑द्यस्व॒ मामीषां॒ कं च॒नोच्छि॑षः ॥
Released, fly away far, O arrow, sharpened by the sacred word! Go toward the enemies, press forward, and leave not one of them alive.
6.75.17
यत्र॑ बा॒णाः स॒म्पत॑न्ति कुमा॒रा वि॑शि॒खा इ॑व॒ तत्रा॑ नो॒ ब्रह्म॑ण॒स्पति॑र् ।
अदि॑तिः॒ शर्म॑ यच्छतु वि॒श्वाहा॒ शर्म॑ यच्छतु ॥
Where the arrows fall together like young warriors with sharp shafts, there may the lord of the sacred word be our shelter; may Aditi give shelter, may she always give shelter.
6.75.18
मर्मा॑णि ते॒ वर्म॑णा छादयामि॒ सोम॑स्त्वा॒ राजा॒मृते॒नानु॑ वस्ताम् ।
उ॒रोर्वरी॑यो॒ वरु॑णस्ते कृणोतु॒ जय॑न्तं॒ त्वानु॑ दे॒वा म॑दन्तु ॥
I cover your vital limbs with armor. May King Soma clothe you round about with immortality; may Varuna make for you a space wider than the wide. May the gods rejoice after you, the conqueror.
6.75.19
यो नः॒ स्वो अर॑णो॒ यश्च॒ निष्ट्यो॒ जिघां॑सति ।
दे॒वास्तं सर्वे॑ धूर्वन्तु॒ ब्रह्म॒ वर्म॒ ममान्त॑रम् ॥
Whoever among us, kinsman or stranger, or the enemy who desires to slay us, may all the gods strike him down; let the sacred word (brahman) be my armor and guard me from within.