Ṛgveda · Sūkta 8.1
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8.1.1
मा चि॑द॒न्यद्वि शं॑सत॒ सखा॑यो॒ मा रि॑षण्यत ।
इन्द्र॒मित्स्तो॑ता॒ वृष॑णं॒ सचा॑ सु॒ते मुहु॑रु॒क्था च॑ शंसत ॥
Friends, praise no other and do not become hostile. At the pressing of soma, praise Indra, the bull, together, and recite the hymns again and again.
8.1.2
अ॒व॒क्र॒क्षिणं॑ वृष॒भं य॑था॒जुरं॒ गां न च॑र्षणी॒सह॑म् ।
वि॒द्वेष॑णं सं॒वन॑नोभयंक॒रं मंहि॑ष्ठमुभया॒विन॑म् ॥
The bull who rushes down, undecaying like a cow, conqueror of peoples, who dispels hostility, unites both, creates both, most mighty, possessor of both.
8.1.3
यच्चि॒द्धि त्वा॒ जना॑ इ॒मे नाना॒ हव॑न्त ऊ॒तये॑ ।
अ॒स्माकं॒ ब्रह्मे॒दमि॑न्द्र भूतु॒ तेऽहा॒ विश्वा॑ च॒ वर्ध॑नम् ॥
When these people variously call you for help, O Indra, let this our prayer be yours; may it bring increase on all days.
8.1.4
वि त॑र्तूर्यन्ते मघवन्विप॒श्चितो॑ अ॒र्यो विपो॒ जना॑नाम् ।
उप॑ क्रमस्व पुरु॒रूप॒मा भ॑र॒ वाजं॒ नेदि॑ष्ठमू॒तये॑ ॥
O bountiful Indra, the wise and skilled singers are eager for you; come near, you of many forms, and bring the nearest strength for help.
8.1.5
म॒हे च॒न त्वाम॑द्रिवः॒ परा॑ शु॒ल्काय॑ देयाम् ।
न स॒हस्रा॑य॒ नायुता॑य वज्रिवो॒ न श॒ताय॑ शतामघ ॥
O possessor of the stone, I would not give you away for a price, not even for a great one; not for a thousand, not for ten thousand, O thunderbolt-bearer; not for a hundred, O hundred-treasured one.
8.1.6
वस्याँ॑ इन्द्रासि मे पि॒तुरु॒त भ्रातु॒रभु॑ञ्जतः ।
मा॒ता च॑ मे छदयथः स॒मा व॑सो वसुत्व॒नाय॒ राध॑से ॥
O Indra, you are wealthy for me from my father, and from the brother who did not share; O good one, you two, mother and you, equally cover me for the state of being rich, for wealth.
8.1.7
क्वे॑यथ॒ क्वेद॑सि पुरु॒त्रा चि॒द्धि ते॒ मनः॑ ।
अल॑र्षि युध्म खजकृत्पुरंदर॒ प्र गा॑य॒त्रा अ॑गासिषुः ॥
Indra, where have you gone, and where are you? Your mind is in many places. O warrior, O digger of wells, O fort-breaker Puraṃdara, you reach them; the singers sang gāyatra songs for you.
8.1.8
प्रास्मै॑ गाय॒त्रम॑र्चत वा॒वातु॒र्यः पु॑रंद॒रः ।
याभिः॑ का॒ण्वस्योप॑ ब॒र्हिरा॒सदं॒ यास॑द्व॒ज्री भि॒नत्पुरः॑ ॥
Sing aloud the gāyatra song for him, the blessed Puraṃdara. May he come to sit on Kāṇva's sacred grass, and may the thunderbolt-wielder come and break the strongholds.
8.1.9
ये ते॒ सन्ति॑ दश॒ग्विनः॑ श॒तिनो॒ ये स॑ह॒स्रिणः॑ ।
अश्वा॑सो॒ ये ते॒ वृष॑णो रघु॒द्रुव॒स्तेभि॑र्न॒स्तूय॒मा ग॑हि ॥
With those ten-fold, hundred-fold, and thousand-fold riches that are yours, with your horses, bulls, and swift-running steeds, Indra, come swiftly hither to us.
8.1.10
आ त्व॑द्य स॑ब॒र्दुघां॑ हु॒वे गा॑य॒त्रवे॑पसम् ।
इन्द्रं॑ धे॒नुं सु॒दुघा॒मन्या॒मिष॑मु॒रुधा॑रामरं॒कृत॑म् ॥
Today I call upon Indra, worshipped with gāyatra song, the cow that gives abundant milk, easily milked, another nourishment, full-uddered, all-satisfying.
8.1.11
यत्तु॒दत्सूर॒ एत॑शं व॒ङ्कू वात॑स्य प॒र्णिना॑ ।
वह॒त्कुत्स॑मार्जुने॒यं श॒तक्र॑तुः॒ त्सर॑द्गन्ध॒र्वमस्तृ॑तम् ॥
When you drove the sun's steed Etaśa with the two feathered reins of the wind, the hundred-deeded Indra carried Kutsa, Arjuna's son, and carried the unharmed Gandharva across.
8.1.12
य ऋ॒ते चि॑दभि॒श्रिषः॑ पु॒रा ज॒त्रुभ्य॑ आ॒तृदः॑ ।
संधा॑ता सं॒धिं म॒घवा॑ पुरू॒वसु॒रिष्क॑र्ता॒ विह्रु॑तं॒ पुनः॑ ॥
He who, even without battle, protects from former assaults and from the jaws, is the uniter who joins the bond. Maghavan, the rich in wealth, the maker of ample gifts, mends what is broken again.
8.1.13
मा भू॑म॒ निष्ट्या॑ इ॒वेन्द्र॒ त्वदर॑णा इव ।
वना॑नि॒ न प्र॑जहि॒तान्य॑द्रिवो दु॒रोषा॑सो अमन्महि ॥
O Indra, may we not be far from you, like homeless men or trees abandoned in the forest. O wielder of the stone, may we not think like the ill-disposed.
8.1.14
अम॑न्म॒हीद॑ना॒शवो॑ अनु॒ग्रास॑श्च वृत्रहन् ।
स॒कृत्सु ते॑ मह॒ता शू॑र॒ राध॑सा॒ ऋनु॒ स्तोमं॑ मुदीमहि ॥
We have honored you; O slayer of Vṛtra, you are unharmed and favoring. O hero, once, with your great wealth, may we rejoice in accordance with the hymn.
8.1.15
यदि॒ स्तोमं॒ मम॒ श्रव॑द॒स्माक॒मिन्द्र॒मिन्द॑वः ।
ति॒रः प॒वित्रं॑ ससृ॒वांस॑ आ॒शवो॒ मन्द॑न्तु तुग्र्या॒वृधः॑ ॥
If my praise is heard by our Indra, may the swift drops of soma, flowing across the sacred filter, strengthening the strong, delight him.
8.1.16
आ त्व॑द्य स॒धस्तु॑तिं वा॒वातुः॒ सख्यु॒रा ग॑हि ।
उप॑स्तुतिर्म॒घोनां॒ प्र त्वा॑वतु॒ अधा॑ ते वश्मि सुष्टु॒तिम् ॥
Today come near to my praise, come to your friend. May the praise of the gifts protect you; then I offer you good praise.
8.1.17
सोता॒ हि सोम॒मद्रि॑भि॒रेमे॑नम॒प्सु धा॑वत ।
ग॒व्या वस्त्रे॑व वा॒सय॑न्त॒ इन्नरो॒ निर्धु॑क्षन्व॒क्षणा॑भ्यः ॥
Press the soma with stones, for it flows in the waters. As men cover cows with garments, so may the leaders milk it out from the milking vessels.
8.1.18
अध॒ ज्मो अध॑ वा दि॒वो बृ॑ह॒तो रो॑च॒नादधि॑ ।
अ॒या व॑र्धस्व त॒न्वा॑ गि॒रा ममा जा॒ता सु॑क्रतो पृण ॥
Then from the earth, or above from the brilliance of the vast heaven, increase yourself with this praise and with your body. O good-doer, fill what has been born in me.
8.1.19
इन्द्रा॑य॒ सु म॒दिन्त॑मं॒ सोमं॑ सोता॒ वरे॑ण्यम् ।
श॒क्र ए॑णं पीपय॒द्विश्व॑या धि॒या हि॑न्वा॒नं न वा॑ज॒युम् ॥
For Indra, press out the most exhilarating, choicest soma. May the mighty Indra be gladdened by every devotion, as one who impels the prize-seeker.
8.1.20
मा त्वा॒ सोम॑स्य॒ गल्द॑या॒ सदा॒ याच॑न्न॒हं गि॒रा ।
भूर्णिं॑ मृ॒गं न सव॑नेषु चुक्रुधं॒ क ईशा॑नं॒ न या॑चिषत् ॥
Never may I, begging you with song and with the intoxication of soma, hold you back. Who would dare to provoke you like a deer at the pressings, or who would not ask the lord?
8.1.21
मदे॑नेषि॒तं मद॑मु॒ग्रमु॒ग्रेण॒ शव॑सा ।
विश्वे॑षां तरु॒तारं॑ मद॒च्युतं॒ मदे॒ हि ष्मा॒ ददा॑ति नः ॥
Impelled by exhilaration, the fierce Indra grants exhilaration with fierce might. The deliverer of all, rejoicing in the joy of soma, truly gives to us.
8.1.22
शेवा॑रे॒ वार्या॑ पु॒रु दे॒वो मर्ता॑य दा॒शुषे॑ ।
स सु॑न्व॒ते च॑ स्तुव॒ते च॑ रासते वि॒श्वगू॑र्तो अरिष्टु॒तः ॥
In prosperity, the god gives much to the mortal who gives choice goods. May he grant it to the soma-presser and the praiser; invoked by all, unharmed, may he give.
8.1.23
एन्द्र॑ याहि॒ मत्स्व॑ चि॒त्रेण॑ देव॒ राध॑सा ।
सरो॒ न प्रा॑स्यु॒दरं॒ सपी॑तिभि॒रा सोमे॑भिरु॒रु स्फि॒रम् ॥
Come hither, Indra! O god, rejoice with bright wealth. As a pool fills, so fill your broad belly with drinking-companions and with the streams of soma.
8.1.24
आ त्वा॑ स॒हस्र॒मा श॒तं यु॒क्ता रथे॑ हिर॒ण्यये॑ ।
ब्र॒ह्म॒युजो॒ हर॑य इन्द्र के॒शिनो॒ वह॑न्तु॒ सोम॑पीतये ॥
A thousand and a hundred, yoked to the golden chariot: O Indra, may the mane-bearing bay horses, yoked by sacred formula, bring you hither for the drinking of soma.
8.1.25
आ त्वा॒ रथे॑ हिर॒ण्यये॒ हरी॑ म॒यूर॑शेप्या ।
शि॒ति॒पृ॒ष्ठा व॑हतां॒ मध्वो॒ अन्ध॑सो वि॒वक्ष॑णस्य पी॒तये॑ ॥
In a golden chariot, let the two tawny steeds with peacock-plumed manes and white-spotted backs bring you hither, to drink the sweet soma, for the eloquent one.
8.1.26
पिबा॒ त्व॑स्य गि॑र्वणः सु॒तस्य॑ पूर्व॒पा इ॑व ।
परि॑ष्कृतस्य र॒सिन॑ इ॒यमा॑सु॒तिश्चारु॒र्मदा॑य पत्यते ॥
Drink of this pressed soma, O lord of songs, as the first drinker does. This sweet pressing of the cleansed, juicy soma is offered for exhilaration.
8.1.27
य एको॒ अस्ति॑ दं॒सना॑ म॒हाँ उ॒ग्रो अ॒भि व्र॒तैः ।
गम॒त्स शि॒प्री न स यो॑ष॒दा ग॑म॒द्हवं॒ न परि॑ वर्जति ॥
He who alone is great and fierce by his deeds, let him go against the enemies; let him not turn away like one helmeted. Let him come to this call, as though he were not rejecting it.
8.1.28
त्वं पुरं॑ चरि॒ष्ण्वं॑ व॒धैः शुष्ण॑स्य॒ सं पि॑णक् ।
त्वं भा अनु॑ चरो॒ अध॑ द्वि॒ता यदि॑न्द्र॒ हव्यो॒ भुवः॑ ॥
You crushed the moving fortress together with the blows of Śuṣṇa. You moved after the lights; then twice, O Indra, you became worthy to be invoked.
8.1.29
मम॑ त्वा॒ सूर॒ उदि॑ते॒ मम॑ म॒ध्यंदि॑ने दि॒वः ।
मम॑ प्रपि॒त्वे अ॑पिशर्व॒रे व॑स॒वा स्तोमा॑सो अवृत्सत ॥
For me, at the rising of the sun, and for me at midday of the sky; for me at the first offering, and even at night, O Vasu, these hymns have been sung.
8.1.30
स्तु॒हि स्तु॒हीदे॒ते घा॑ ते॒ मंहि॑ष्ठासो म॒घोना॑म् ।
नि॒न्दि॒ताश्वः॑ प्रप॒थी प॑रम॒ज्या म॒घस्य॑ मेध्यातिथे ॥
Praise, yes, praise; these are yours, the mightiest of the bountiful ones. Ninditāśva, the leader, the yoked one of supreme victory; O Medhyātithi, for wealth.
8.1.31
आ यदश्वा॒न्वन॑न्वतः श्र॒द्धया॒हं रथे॑ रु॒हम् ।
उ॒त वा॒मस्य॒ वसु॑नश्चिकेतति॒ यो अस्ति॒ याद्वः॑ प॒शुः ॥
When with faith I mount the chariot yoked to strong horses, may our wealthy lord of cattle come to know it.
8.1.32
य ऋ॒ज्रा मह्यं॑ माम॒हे स॒ह त्व॒चा हि॑र॒ण्यया॑ ।
ए॒ष विश्वा॑न्य॒भ्य॑स्तु॒ सौभ॑गास॒ङ्गस्य॑ स्व॒नद्र॑थः ॥
He who with me honored for me the two swift golden-hided horses — may he obtain all these good fortunes; may his chariot resound.
8.1.33
अध॒ प्लायो॑गि॒रति॑ दासद॒न्याना॑स॒ङ्गो अ॑ग्ने द॒शभिः॑ स॒हस्रैः॑ ।
अधो॒क्षणो॒ दश॒ मह्यं॒ रुश॑न्तो न॒ळा इ॑व॒ सर॑सो॒ निर॑तिष्ठन् ॥
Then the Plāyogi passed beyond the others; O Agni, Āsaṅga with tens and with thousands. Then ten shining bulls for me stood up out from the lake, like reeds.
8.1.34
अन्व॑स्य स्थू॒रं द॑दृशे पु॒रस्ता॑दन॒स्थ ऊ॒रुर॑व॒रम्ब॑माणः ।
शश्व॑ती॒ नार्य॑भि॒चक्ष्या॑ह॒ सुभ॑द्रमर्य॒ भोज॑नं बिभर्षि ॥
After this one the mighty form was seen before, unsupported, wide and roaring. The eternal woman spoke a thing worth seeing: O noble one, you bear auspicious food.