Sāmaveda · Section 1.48
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त्रि꣡क꣢द्रुकेषु महि꣣षो꣡ यवा꣢꣯शिरं तुविशु꣣ष्म꣢स्तृ꣣म्प꣡त्सोम꣢꣯मपिब꣣द्वि꣡ष्णु꣢ना सु꣣तं꣡ य꣢थाव꣣श꣢म् ।
स꣡ ईं꣢ ममाद꣣ म꣢हि꣣ क꣢र्म꣣ क꣡र्त्त꣢वे म꣣हा꣢मु꣣रु꣡ꣳ सैन꣢꣯ꣳ सश्चद्दे꣣वो꣢ दे꣣व꣢ꣳ स꣣त्य꣡ इन्दुः꣢꣯ स꣣त्य꣡मिन्द्र꣢꣯म् ॥ ४५७ ॥
In three cups the mighty one drank his fill of barley-mixed soma, pressed with Viṣṇu as he willed. He rejoiced to perform a great deed; the true Indu joined the god to the god, truly to Indra.
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अ꣣य꣢ꣳ स꣣ह꣢स्र꣣मा꣡न꣢वो दृ꣣शः꣡ क꣢वी꣣नां꣢ म꣣ति꣢उज्योति꣢र्वि꣡ध꣢र्म ।
ब्र꣣ध्नः꣢ स꣣मी꣡ची꣢रु꣣ष꣢सः꣣ स꣡मै꣢रयदरे꣣प꣢सः꣣ स꣡ चेत꣢सः꣣ स्व꣡स꣢रे मन्यु꣣म꣡न्त꣢श्चि꣣ता꣢ गोः ॥ ४५८ ॥
This is the thought of the thousand-seeing poets, the bearer of light who sustains order. The base set the blameless, bright-minded Dawns together in motion, full of zeal in their path of light, roused for the cows.
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ए꣡न्द्र꣢ या꣣ह्यु꣡प꣢ नः परा꣣व꣢तो꣣ ना꣡यमच्छा꣢꣯ वि꣣द꣡था꣢नीव꣣ स꣡त्प꣢ति꣣र꣢स्ता꣣ रा꣡जे꣢व꣣ स꣡त्प꣢तिः ।
ह꣡वा꣢महे त्वा꣣ प्र꣡य꣢स्वन्तः सु꣣ते꣢꣫ष्वा पु꣣त्रा꣢सो꣣ न꣢ पि꣣त꣢रं꣣ वा꣡ज꣢सातये महिष्ठं वाजसातये ॥ ४५९ ॥
O Indra, come to us from afar, as if to the sacrifices, like the lord of the good, the charioteer, like a king who is lord of the good. At the pressings we call you with offerings, as sons call their father, to win wealth, O most bountiful one.
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त꣡मिन्द्रं꣢꣯ जोहवीमि म꣣घ꣡वा꣢नमु꣣ग्र꣢ꣳ स꣣त्रा꣡ दधा꣢꣯न꣣म꣡प्र꣢तिष्कुत꣣ꣳ श्र꣡वा꣢ꣳसि꣣ भू꣡रि꣢ ।
म꣡ꣳहि꣢ष्ठो गी꣣र्भि꣡रा च꣢꣯ य꣣ज्ञि꣡यो꣢ ववर्त्त रा꣣ये꣢ नो꣣ वि꣡श्वा꣢ सु꣣प꣡था꣢ कृणोतु व꣣ज्री꣢ ॥ ४६० ॥
That Indra I call upon: the bountiful, the fierce, truly upholding, unopposed, rich in glories. Most bounteous, worthy of sacrifice, he came with songs and turned back; may the thunder-wielder make all good paths lead us to wealth.
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अ꣢स्तु꣣ श्रौ꣡षट्꣢ पु꣣रो꣢ अ꣣ग्निं꣢ धि꣣या꣡ द꣢ध꣣ आ꣡ नु त्यच्छर्धो꣢꣯ दि꣣व्यं꣡ वृ꣡णीमह इन्द्रवा꣣यू꣡ वृ꣢णीमहे ।
य꣡द्ध꣢ क्रा꣣णा꣢ वि꣣व꣢स्व꣢ते꣣ ना꣡भा꣢ स꣣न्दा꣣य न꣡व्य꣢से ।
अ꣢ध꣣ प्र꣢ नू꣣न꣡मुप꣢꣯ यन्ति धी꣣त꣡यो꣢ दे꣣वा꣢꣫ꣳअच्छा꣣ न꣢ धी꣣त꣡यः꣢ ॥ ४६१ ॥
Before Agni I set myself with thought; now we choose that divine strength, we choose Indra and Vāyu. When they make the new offering at the centre for Vivasvān, surely our praises go forward to the gods, like thoughts.
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प्र꣡ वो꣢ म꣣हे꣢ म꣣त꣡यो꣢ यन्तु꣣ वि꣡ष्ण꣢वे म꣣रु꣡त्व꣢ते गिरि꣣जा꣡ ए꣢व꣣या꣡म꣢रुत् ।
प्र꣡ शर्धा꣢꣯य꣣ प्र꣡ यज्य꣢꣯वे सुखा꣣द꣡ये꣢ त꣣व꣡से भ꣣न्द꣡दि꣢ष्टये꣣ धु꣡नि꣢व्रताय꣣ श꣡व꣢से ॥ ४६२ ॥
For you, for great Viṣṇu and for the god with the Maruts, let our thoughts go forward; let songs come with the swift Maruts. For strength, for the worshipful one, for the giver of joy, for the mighty one, for the one who shines praising, for the one of trembling vows, for strength, let our hymns go forward.
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अ꣣या꣢ रु꣣चा꣡ हरि꣢꣯ण्या पुना꣣नो꣢꣫ विश्वा꣣ द्वे꣡षा꣢ꣳसि तरति स꣣यु꣡ग्व꣢भिः꣣ सू꣢रो꣣ न꣢ स꣣यु꣡ग्व꣢भिः ।
धा꣡रा꣢ पृ꣣ष्ठ꣡स्य꣢ रोचते पुना꣣नो꣡ अ꣢रु꣣षो꣡ हरिः꣢꣯ ।
वि꣢श्वा꣣ य꣢द्रू꣣पा꣡ प꣢रि꣣या꣡स्यृक्व꣢꣯भिः स꣣प्ता꣡स्ये꣢भि꣣र्ऋ꣡ क्व꣢भिः ॥ ४६३ ॥
Purifying itself with this bright golden light, he crosses over all hostile powers, with companion rays, as the sun crosses with companion rays. The stream on the back of the vessel shines, purifying, the ruddy tawny one. When you go around all forms with the verses, with the verses of the seven mouths.
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अ꣣भि꣢꣫ त्यं दे꣣व꣡ स꣢वि꣣ता꣡र꣢मो꣣꣬ण्योः꣢꣯ क꣣वि꣡क्र꣢तु꣣मर्चा꣡मि꣢ स꣣त्य꣡स꣢वꣳ रत्न꣣धा꣢म꣣भि꣢ प्रि꣣यं꣢म꣣ति꣢म् ।
ऊ꣣र्ध्वा꣢꣫ यस्या꣣म꣢ति꣣र्भा꣡ अदि꣢꣯द्युत꣣त्स꣡वी꣢मनि꣣ हि꣡र꣢ण्यपाणिरमिमीत सु꣣क्र꣡तुः꣢ कृ꣣पा꣡ स्वः꣢ ॥ ४६४ ॥
I praise that god Savitṛ, skilled in both hands, wise in purpose, true in impulsion, holder of treasures; I raise a prayer toward his beloved thought. Upward his light shines; at the moment of impulsion he gleams; golden-handed, of good purpose, he measures out heaven.
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अ꣣ग्नि꣡ꣳ होता꣢꣯रं मन्ये꣣ दा꣡स्व꣢न्तं꣣ व꣡सोः꣢ सू꣣नु꣡ꣳ सह꣢꣯सो जा꣣त꣡वे꣢दसं꣣ वि꣢प्रं꣣ न꣢ जा꣣त꣡वे꣢दसम् ।
य꣢ ऊ꣣र्ध्व꣡या꣢ स्वध्व꣣रो꣢ दे꣣वो꣢ दे꣣वा꣡च्या꣢ कृ꣣पा꣢ ।
घृ꣣त꣢स्य꣣ वि꣡भ्रा꣢ष्टि꣣म꣡नु꣢ शु꣣क्र꣡शो꣢चिष आ꣣जु꣡ह्वा꣢नस्य स꣣र्पि꣡षः꣢ ॥ ४६५ ॥
I think of Agni, the priest, the bountiful, son of wealth, son of strength, Jātavedas, all-knowing like an inspired seer. Upward in the divine way the god of good sacrifice rises skilfully; in accord with the flame of ghee, bright and shining, he is called by the offered stream of clarified butter.
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त꣢व꣣ त्य꣡न्न꣢꣯र्यं नृ꣣तो꣡ऽप꣢ इन्द्र प्रथ꣣मं꣢ पू꣣र्व्यं꣢ दि꣣वि꣢ प्र꣣वा꣡च्यं꣢ कृ꣣त꣢म् ।
यो꣢ दे꣣व꣢स्य꣣ श꣡व꣢सा꣣ प्रा꣡रि꣢णा꣣ अ꣡सु꣢ रि꣣ण꣢न्न꣣पः꣢ ।
भु꣢वो꣣ वि꣡श्व꣢म꣣भ्य꣡दे꣢व꣣मो꣡ज꣢सा वि꣣दे꣡दूर्ज꣢꣯ꣳ श꣣त꣡क्र꣢तुर्वि꣣दे꣡दिष꣢꣯म् ॥ ४६६ ॥
Indra, that first and ancient deed of yours, fit for men and for the leaders, is to be proclaimed in heaven: he who, roused by the strength of the god, unleashes the waters. By your might you master all that is not divine; may Indra of a hundred powers obtain vigour and nourishment.