Ṛgveda · Sūkta 8.20
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8.20.1
आ ग॑न्ता॒ मा रि॑षण्यत॒ प्रस्था॑वानो॒ माप॑ स्थाता समन्यवः ।
स्थि॒रा चि॑न्नमयिष्णवः ॥
Come, do not harm us, you who advance, O Maruts of one fury; do not stand aside. O bending ones, bend even the firm things.
8.20.2
वी॒ळु॒प॒विभि॑र्मरुत ऋभुक्षण॒ आ रु॑द्रासः सुदी॒तिभिः॑ ।
इ॒षा नो॑ अ॒द्या ग॑ता पुरुस्पृहो य॒ज्ञमा सो॑भरी॒यवः॑ ॥
O Maruts with the wind-ropes, O Ṛbhukṣans, O Rudras, come hither with bright splendors. O much-invoked ones desiring the Sobharī offering, come today with refreshment to our sacrifice.
8.20.3
वि॒द्मा हि रु॒द्रिया॑णां॒ शुष्म॑मु॒ग्रं म॒रुतां॒ शिमी॑वताम् ।
विष्णो॑रे॒षस्य॑ मी॒ळ्हुषा॑म् ॥
Indeed we know the fierce strength of the Rudras, of the Maruts, of the Śīmīvat ones, and of Viṣṇu, of this bountiful one.
8.20.4
वि द्वी॒पानि॒ पाप॑त॒न्तिष्ठ॑द्दु॒च्छुनो॒भे यु॑जन्त॒ रोद॑सी ।
प्र धन्वा॑न्यैरत शुभ्रखादयो॒ यदेज॑थ स्वभानवः ॥
The islands fell apart; the two worlds with their ropes were yoked. O white-toothed, self-shining Maruts, when you shake, the bows of the storms set in motion.
8.20.5
अच्यु॑ता चिद्वो॒ अज्म॒~न्ना नान॑दति॒ पर्व॑तासो॒ वन॒स्पतिः॑ ।
भूमि॒र्यामे॑षु रेजते ॥
Even the unshaken mountains roar at your going; the lord of the forest roars, and the earth trembles on your journeys.
8.20.6
अमा॑य वो मरुतो॒ यात॑वे॒ द्यौर्जिही॑त॒ उत्त॑रा बृ॒हत् ।
यत्रा॒ नरो॒ देदि॑शते त॒नू~ष्वा त्वक्षां॑सि बा॒ह्वो॑जसः ॥
For your going, O Maruts, the upper sky opens wide; where men are shown in their bodies, there, O strong-armed ones, you appear in your forms.
8.20.7
स्व॒धामनु॒ श्रियं॒ नरो॒ महि॑ त्वे॒षा अम॑वन्तो॒ वृष॑प्सवः ।
वह॑न्ते॒ अह्रु॑तप्सवः ॥
Heroes, by your own nature, with great brilliance and strength, bull-like in force, unbroken in power, you carry splendour onward.
8.20.8
गोभि॑र्वा॒णो अ॑ज्यते॒ सोभ॑रीणां॒ रथे॒ कोशे॑ हिर॒ण्यये॑ ।
गोब॑न्धवः सुजा॒तास॑ इ॒षे भु॒जे म॒हान्तो॑ न॒ स्पर॑से॒ नु ॥
With the cows, the voice is driven in the chariot of the Sobharis, in the golden vessel. Bound to cattle wealth, well-born and mighty, may they now reach out for our food and enjoyment.
8.20.9
प्रति॑ वो वृषदञ्जयो॒ वृष्णे॒ शर्धा॑य॒ मारु॑ताय भरध्वम् ।
ह॒व्या वृष॑प्रयाव्णे ॥
O conquerors of bulls, bring your offerings toward the bull, toward the might of the Maruts, toward the one who drives with bulls.
8.20.10
वृ॒ष॒ण॒श्वेन॑ मरुतो॒ वृष॑प्सुना॒ रथे॑न॒ वृष॑नाभिना ।
आ श्ये॒नासो॒ न प॒क्षिणो॒ वृथा॑ नरो ह॒व्या नो॑ वी॒तये॑ गत ॥
O Maruts, with your bull-horsed, bull-footed, bull-hubbed chariot, winged like hawks, come here to us with offerings, O heroes, for our enjoyment.
8.20.11
स॒मा॒नम॒ञ्ज्ये॑षां॒ वि भ्रा॑जन्ते रु॒क्मासो॒ अधि॑ बा॒हुषु॑ ।
दवि॑द्युतत्यृ॒ष्टयः॑ ॥
The same adornment shines on them all; golden ornaments gleam upon their arms. They blaze with lightning, the bright Maruts.
8.20.12
त उ॒ग्रासो॒ वृष॑ण उ॒ग्रबा॑हवो॒ नकि॑ष्ट॒नूषु॑ येतिरे ।
स्थि॒रा धन्वा॒न्यायु॑धा॒ रथे॑षु॒ वोऽनी॑के॒ष्वधि॒ श्रियः॑ ॥
Those fierce, bull-like, mighty-armed ones never slacken in their bodies. On the chariots are firm bows and weapons; upon your banners shines splendour.
8.20.13
येषा॒मर्णो॒ न स॒प्रथो॒ नाम॑ त्वे॒षं शश्व॑ता॒मेक॒मिद्भु॒जे ।
वयो॒ न पित्र्यं॒ सहः॑ ॥
Whose name is like the wide-spreading flood, whose brilliance is everlasting, and whose one strength is for enjoyment—like a bird, they fly with their ancestral might.
8.20.14
तान्व॑न्दस्व म॒रुत॒स्ताँ उप॑ स्तुहि॒ तेषां॒ हि धुनी॑नाम् ।
अ॒राणां॒ न च॑र॒मस्तदे॑षां दा॒ना म॒ह्ना तदे॑षाम् ॥
Praise those Maruts, extol them; their motion is like the rim of a wheel. That gift of theirs and that greatness are theirs alone.
8.20.15
सु॒भगः॒ स व॑ ऊ॒तिषु॒ आस॒ पूर्वा॑सु मरुतो॒ व्यु॑ष्टिषु ।
यो वा॑ नू॒नमु॒तास॑ति ॥
O Maruts, whoever was in your former protections and in the breaking of dawns is blessed; and whoever is with you now, may he be so as well.
8.20.16
यस्य॑ वा यू॒यं प्रति॑ वा॒जिनो॑ नर॒ आ ह॒व्या वी॒तये॑ ग॒थ ।
अ॒भि ष द्यु॒म्नैरु॒त वाज॑सातिभिः सु॒म्ना वो॑ धूतयो नशत् ॥
Toward whom you, O heroic men, press on toward oblations for enjoyment—may he, filled with brilliances and prize-winning strength, attain your delight, O shaking Maruts.
8.20.17
यथा॑ रु॒द्रस्य॑ सू॒नवो॑ दि॒वो वश॒न्त्यसु॑रस्य वे॒धसः॑ ।
युवा॑न॒स्तथेद॑सत् ॥
As the sons of Rudra, of heaven, the wise ordainers of the Lord shine forth, so may the youthful Maruts be as well.
8.20.18
ये चार्ह॑न्ति म॒रुतः॑ सु॒दान॑वः॒ स्मन्मी॒ळ्हुष॒श्चर॑न्ति॒ ये ।
अत॑श्चि॒दा न॒ उप॒ वस्य॑सा हृ॒दा युवा॑न॒ आ व॑वृध्वम् ॥
Those Maruts who are worthy and generous givers, who move from near and also from thence—O youths, for that very reason, come to us with a desiring heart, and grow strong.
8.20.19
यून॑ ऊ॒ षु नवि॑ष्ठया॒ वृष्णः॑ पाव॒काँ अ॒भि सो॑भरे गि॒रा ।
गाय॒ गा इ॑व॒ चर्कृ॑षत् ॥
O Sobhari, sing with your newest hymn toward those young, mighty, purifying Maruts, as a ploughman drives his cows.
8.20.20
सा॒हा ये सन्ति॑ मुष्टि॒हेव॒ हव्यो॒ विश्वा॑सु पृ॒त्सु होतृ॑षु ।
वृष्ण॑श्च॒न्द्रान्न सु॒श्रव॑स्तमान्गि॒रा वन्द॑स्व म॒रुतो॒ अह॑ ॥
Victorious in all battles, to be invoked like the fist-holder, praised among the priests: with song, hail the brightest and most glorious of those mighty ones, O Maruts, indeed.
8.20.21
गाव॑श्चिद्घा समन्यवः सजा॒त्ये॑न मरुतः॒ सब॑न्धवः ।
रि॒ह॒ते क॒कुभो॑ मि॒थः ॥
Indeed the cows, of one mind and one kind, with the same kin, O Maruts, lick the quarters of the sky, apart from one another.
8.20.22
मर्त॑श्चिद्वो नृतवो रुक्मवक्षस॒ उप॑ भ्रातृ॒त्वमाय॑ति ।
अधि॑ नो गात मरुतः॒ सदा॒ हि व॑ आपि॒त्वमस्ति॒ निध्रु॑वि ॥
O lords of order, gold-chested Maruts, even a mortal comes toward brotherhood. Come to us, O Maruts; your kinship is always in the house.
8.20.23
मरु॑तो॒ मारु॑तस्य न॒ आ भे॑ष॒जस्य॑ वहता सुदानवः ।
यू॒यं स॑खायः सप्तयः ॥
O Maruts, O bountiful givers, bring the remedy of the Maruts hither to us; you, O friends, swift horses.
8.20.24
याभिः॒ सिन्धु॒मव॑थ॒ याभि॒स्तूर्व॑थ॒ याभि॑र्दश॒स्यथा॒ क्रिवि॑म् ।
मयो॑ नो भूतो॒तिभि॑र्मयोभुवः शि॒वाभि॑रसचद्विषः ॥
By whatever aids you protected the river Sindhu, by which you carried Turvati across, by which you gave to Krivi, with those same aids be nourishment for us, O joy-givers, O foeless ones, with auspicious help.
8.20.25
यत्सिन्धौ॒ यदसि॑क्न्यां॒ यत्स॑मु॒द्रेषु॑ मरुतः सुबर्हिषः ।
यत्पर्व॑तेषु भेष॒जम् ॥
O Maruts, with fine sacrificial grass, whatever healing remedy is in the Sindhu, whatever is in the dark Asiknī, whatever is in the oceans, and whatever is in the mountains, tell us of it.
8.20.26
विश्वं॒ पश्य॑न्तो बिभृथा त॒नू~ष्वा तेना॑ नो॒ अधि॑ वोचत ।
क्ष॒मा रपो॑ मरुत॒ आतु॑रस्य न॒ इष्क॑र्ता॒ विह्रु॑तं॒ पुनः॑ ॥
Seeing everything, you bear the remedy in bodies; by it, tell us. O Maruts, make the disease depart; for the afflicted one, bring back the separated one again.