Sukta 40

उत्तिष्ठ ब्रह्मणस्पते देवयन्तस्त्वेमहे। उप प्र यन्तु मरुतः सुदानव इन्द्र प्राशूर्भवा सचा॥

uttiṣṭha brahmaṇaspate devayantastvemahe | upa pra yantu marutaḥ sudānava indra prāśūrbhavā sacā ||

O BRAMANASPATI, stand up: God-serving men we pray to thee. May they who give good gifts, the Maruts, come to us. Indra, most swift, be thou with them.

त्वामिद्धि सहसस्पुत्र मर्त्य उपब्रूते धने हिते। सुवीर्यं मरुत आ स्वश्व्यं दधीत यो व आचके॥

tvāmiddhi sahasasputra martya upabrūte dhane hite | suvīryaṁ maruta ā svaśvyaṁ dadhīta yo va ācake ||

O Son of Strength, each mortal calls to thee for aid when spoil of battle waits for him. O Maruts, may this man who loves you well obtain wealth of good steeds and hero might.

प्रैतु ब्रह्मणस्पतिः प्र देव्येतु सूनृता। अच्छा वीरं नर्यं पङ्क्तिराधसं देवा यज्ञं नयन्तु नः॥

praitu brahmaṇaspatiḥ pra devyetu sūnṛtā | acchā vīraṁ naryaṁ paṅktirādhasaṁ devā yajñaṁ nayantu naḥ ||

May Brahmanaspati draw nigh, may Sunrta the Goddess come, And Gods bring to this rite which gives the five-fold gift the Hero, lover of mankind.

यो वाघते ददाति सूनरं वसु स धत्ते अक्षिति श्रवः। तस्मा इळां सुवीरामा यजामहे सुप्रतूर्तिमनेहसम्॥

yo vāghate dadāti sūnaraṁ vasu sa dhatte akṣiti śravaḥ | tasmā iḻāṁ suvīrāmā yajāmahe supratūrtimanehasam ||

He who bestows a noble guerdon on the priest wins fame that never shall decay. For him we offer sacred hero-giving food, peerless and conquering easily.

प्र नूनं ब्रह्मणस्पतिर्मन्त्रं वदत्युक्थ्यम्। यस्मिन्निन्द्रो वरुणो मित्रो अर्यमा देवा ओकांसि चक्रिरे॥

pra nūnaṁ brahmaṇaspatirmantraṁ vadatyukthyam | yasminnindro varuṇo mitro aryamā devā okāṁsi cakrire ||

Now Brahmanaspati speaks forth aloud the solemn hymn of praise, Wherein Indra and Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, the Gods, have made their dwelling place.

तमिद्वोचेमा विदथेषु शम्भुवं मन्त्रं देवा अनेहसम्। इमां च वाचं प्रतिहर्यथा नरो विश्वेद्वामा वो अश्नवत्॥

tamidvocemā vidatheṣu śambhuvaṁ mantraṁ devā anehasam | imāṁ ca vācaṁ pratiharyathā naro viśvedvāmā vo aśnavat ||

May we in holy synods, Gods! recite that hymn, peerless, that brings felicity. If you, O Heroes, graciously accept this word, may it obtain all bliss from you.

को देवयन्तमश्नवज्जनं को वृक्तबर्हिषम्। प्रप्र दाश्वान्पस्त्याभिरस्थितान्तर्वावत्क्षयं दधे॥

ko devayantamaśnavajjanaṁ ko vṛktabarhiṣam | prapra dāśvānpastyābhirasthitāntarvāvatkṣayaṁ dadhe ||

Who shall approach the pious? who the man whose sacred grass is trimmed? The offerer with his folk advances more and more: he fills his house with precious things.

उप क्षत्रं पृञ्चीत हन्ति राजभिर्भये चित्सुक्षितिं दधे। नास्य वर्ता न तरुता महाधने नार्भे अस्ति वज्रिणः॥

upa kṣatraṁ pṛñcīta hanti rājabhirbhaye citsukṣitiṁ dadhe | nāsya vartā na tarutā mahādhane nārbhe asti vajriṇaḥ ||

He amplifies his lordly might, with kings he slays: e'en mid alarms he dwells secure In great or lesser fight none checks him, none subdues,-the wielder of the thunderbolt.