Sukta 87

प्रत्वक्षसः प्रतवसो विरप्शिनोऽनानता अविथुरा ऋजीषिणः। जुष्टतमासो नृतमासो अञ्जिभिर्व्यानज्रे के चिदुस्रा इव स्तृभिः॥

pratvakṣasaḥ pratavaso virapśino'nānatā avithurā ṛjīṣiṇaḥ | juṣṭatamāso nṛtamāso añjibhirvyānajre ke cidusrā iva stṛbhiḥ ||

LOUD Singers, never humbled, active, full of strength, immovable, impetuous, manliest, best- beloved, They have displayed themselves with glittering ornaments, a few in number only, like the heavens with stars.

उपह्वरेषु यदचिध्वं ययिं वय इव मरुतः केन चित्पथा। श्चोतन्ति कोशा उप वो रथेष्वा घृतमुक्षता मधुवर्णमर्चते॥

upahvareṣu yadacidhvaṁ yayiṁ vaya iva marutaḥ kena citpathā | ścotanti kośā upa vo ratheṣvā ghṛtamukṣatā madhuvarṇamarcate ||

When, Maruts, on the steeps ye pile the moving cloud, ye are like birds on whatsoever path it be. Clouds everywhere shed forth the rain upon your cars. Drop fatness, honey-hued, for him who sings your praise.

प्रैषामज्मेषु विथुरेव रेजते भूमिर्यामेषु यद्ध युञ्जते शुभे। ते क्रीळयो धुनयो भ्राजदृष्टयः स्वयं महित्वं पनयन्त धूतयः॥

praiṣāmajmeṣu vithureva rejate bhūmiryāmeṣu yaddha yuñjate śubhe | te krīḻayo dhunayo bhrājadṛṣṭayaḥ svayaṁ mahitvaṁ panayanta dhūtayaḥ ||

Earth at their racings trembles as if weak and worn, when on their ways they yoke their cars for victory. They, sportive, loudly roaring, armed with glittering spears, shakers of all, themselves admire their mightiness.

स हि स्वसृत्पृषदश्वो युवा गणोऽया ईशानस्तविषीभिरावृतः। असि सत्य ऋणयावानेद्योऽस्या धियः प्राविताथा वृषा गणः॥

sa hi svasṛtpṛṣadaśvo yuvā gaṇo'yā īśānastaviṣībhirāvṛtaḥ | asi satya ṛṇayāvānedyo'syā dhiyaḥ prāvitāthā vṛṣā gaṇaḥ ||

Self-moving is that youthful band, with spotted steeds; thus it hath lordly sway, endued with power and might. Truthful art thou, and blameless, searcher out of sin: so thou, Strong Host, wilt be protector of this prayer.

पितुः प्रत्नस्य जन्मना वदामसि सोमस्य जिह्वा प्र जिगाति चक्षसा। यदीमिन्द्रं शम्यृक्वाण आशतादिन्नामानि यज्ञियानि दधिरे॥

pituḥ pratnasya janmanā vadāmasi somasya jihvā pra jigāti cakṣasā | yadīmindraṁ śamyṛkvāṇa āśatādinnāmāni yajñiyāni dadhire ||

We speak by our descent from our primeval Sire; our tongue, when we behold the Soma, stirs itself. When, shouting, they had joined Indra in toil of fight, then only they obtained their sacrificial names.

श्रियसे कं भानुभिः सं मिमिक्षिरे ते रश्मिभिस्त ऋक्वभिः सुखादयः। ते वाशीमन्त इष्मिणो अभीरवो विद्रे प्रियस्य मारुतस्य धाम्नः॥

śriyase kaṁ bhānubhiḥ saṁ mimikṣire te raśmibhista ṛkvabhiḥ sukhādayaḥ | te vāśīmanta iṣmiṇo abhīravo vidre priyasya mārutasya dhāmnaḥ ||

Splendours they gained for glory, they who wear bright rings; rays they obtained, and men to celebrate their praise. Armed with their swords, impetuous and fearing naught, they have possessed the Maruts' own beloved home.