Sukta 139

अस्तु श्रौषट् पुरो अग्निं धिया दध आ नु तच्छर्धो दिव्यं वृणीमह इन्द्रवायू वृणीमहे। यद्ध क्राणा विवस्वति नाभा संदायि नव्यसी। अध प्र सू न उप यन्तु धीतयो देवाँ अच्छा न धीतयः॥

astu śrauṣaṭ puro agniṁ dhiyā dadha ā nu tacchardho divyaṁ vṛṇīmaha indravāyū vṛṇīmahe | yaddha krāṇā vivasvati nābhā saṁdāyi navyasī | adha pra sū na upa yantu dhītayo devā acchā na dhītayaḥ ||

HEARD be our prayer! In thought I honour Agni first: now straightway we elect this heavenly company, Indra and Vayu we elect. For when our latest thought is raised and on Vivasvan centred well, Then may our holy songs go forward on their way, our songs as 'twere unto the Gods.

यद्ध त्यन्मित्रावरुणावृतादध्याददाथे अनृतं स्वेन मन्युना दक्षस्य स्वेन मन्युना। युवोरित्थाधि सद्मस्वपश्याम हिरण्ययम्। धीभिश्चन मनसा स्वेभिरक्षभिः सोमस्य स्वेभिरक्षभिः॥

yaddha tyanmitrāvaruṇāvṛtādadhyādadāthe anṛtaṁ svena manyunā dakṣasya svena manyunā | yuvoritthādhi sadmasvapaśyāma hiraṇyayam | dhībhiścana manasā svebhirakṣabhiḥ somasya svebhirakṣabhiḥ ||

As there ye, Mitra, Varuna, above the true have taken to yourselves the untrue with your mind, with wisdom's mental energy, So in the seats wherein ye dwell have we beheld the Golden One, Not with our thoughts or spirit, but with these our eyes, yea, with the eyes that Soma gives.

युवां स्तोमेभिर्देवयन्तो अश्विनाश्रावयन्त इव श्लोकमायवो युवां हव्याभ्यायवः। युवोर्विश्वा अधि श्रियः पृक्षश्च विश्ववेदसा। प्रुषायन्ते वां पवयो हिरण्यये रथे दस्रा हिरण्यये॥

yuvāṁ stomebhirdevayanto aśvināśrāvayanta iva ślokamāyavo yuvāṁ havyābhyāyavaḥ | yuvorviśvā adhi śriyaḥ pṛkṣaśca viśvavedasā | pruṣāyante vāṁ pavayo hiraṇyaye rathe dasrā hiraṇyaye ||

Asvins, the pious call you with their hymns of praise, sounding their loud song forth to you, these living men, to their oblations, living men. All glories and all nourishment, Lords of all wealth! depend on you. The fellies of your golden chariot scatter drops, Mighty Ones! of your golden car.

अचेति दस्रा व्यु नाकमृण्वथो युञ्जते वां रथयुजो दिविष्टिष्वध्वस्मानो दिविष्टिषु। अधि वां स्थाम वन्धुरे रथे दस्रा हिरण्यये। पथेव यन्तावनुशासता रजोऽञ्जसा शासता रजः॥

aceti dasrā vyu nākamṛṇvatho yuñjate vāṁ rathayujo diviṣṭiṣvadhvasmāno diviṣṭiṣu | adhi vāṁ sthāma vandhure rathe dasrā hiraṇyaye | patheva yantāvanuśāsatā rajo'ñjasā śāsatā rajaḥ ||

Well is it known, O Mighty Ones: ye open heaven; for you the chariotsteeds are yoked for morning rites, unswerving steeds for morning rites, We set you on the chariot-scat, ye Mighty, on the golden car. Ye seek mid-air as by a path that leads aright, as by a path that leads direct.

शचीभिर्नः शचीवसू दिवा नक्तं दशस्यतम्। मा वां रातिरुप दसत्कदा चनास्मद्रातिः कदा चन॥

śacībhirnaḥ śacīvasū divā naktaṁ daśasyatam | mā vāṁ rātirupa dasatkadā canāsmadrātiḥ kadā cana ||

O Rich in Strength, through your great power vouchsafe us blessings day and night. The offerings which we bring to you shall never fail, gifts brought by us shall never fail.

वृषन्निन्द्र वृषपाणास इन्दव इमे सुता अद्रिषुतास उद्भिदस्तुभ्यं सुतास उद्भिदः। ते त्वा मन्दन्तु दावने महे चित्राय राधसे। गीर्भिर्गिर्वाहः स्तवमान आ गहि सुमृळीको न आ गहि॥

vṛṣannindra vṛṣapāṇāsa indava ime sutā adriṣutāsa udbhidastubhyaṁ sutāsa udbhidaḥ | te tvā mandantu dāvane mahe citrāya rādhase | gīrbhirgirvāhaḥ stavamāna ā gahi sumṛḻīko na ā gahi ||

These Soma-drops, strong Indra! drink for heroes, poured, pressed out by pressing-stones, are welling forth for thee, for thee the drops are welling forth. They shall make glad thy heart to give, to give wealth great and wonderful. Thou who acceptest praise come glorified by hymns, come thou to us benevolent.

ओ षू णो अग्ने शृणुहि त्वमीळितो देवेभ्यो ब्रवसि यज्ञियेभ्यो राजभ्यो यज्ञियेभ्यः। यद्ध त्यामङ्गिरोभ्यो धेनुं देवा अदत्तन। वि तां दुह्रे अर्यमा कर्तरी सचाँ एष तां वेद मे सचा॥

o ṣū ṇo agne śṛṇuhi tvamīḻito devebhyo bravasi yajñiyebhyo rājabhyo yajñiyebhyaḥ | yaddha tyāmaṅgirobhyo dhenuṁ devā adattana | vi tāṁ duhre aryamā kartarī sacā eṣa tāṁ veda me sacā ||

Quickly, O Agni, hear us: magnified by us thou shalt speck for us to the Gods adorable yea, to the Kings adorable: When, O ye Deities, ye gave that Milch-cow to the Angirases, They milked her: Aryaman, joined with them, did the work: he knoweth her as well as I.

मो षु वो अस्मदभि तानि पौंस्या सना भूवन्द्युम्नानि मोत जारिषुरस्मत्पुरोत जारिषुः। यद्वश्चित्रं युगेयुगे नव्यं घोषादमर्त्यम्। अस्मासु तन्मरुतो यच्च दुष्टरं दिधृता यच्च दुष्टरम्॥

mo ṣu vo asmadabhi tāni pauṁsyā sanā bhūvandyumnāni mota jāriṣurasmatpurota jāriṣuḥ | yadvaścitraṁ yugeyuge navyaṁ ghoṣādamartyam | asmāsu tanmaruto yacca duṣṭaraṁ didhṛtā yacca duṣṭaram ||

Ne'er may these manly deeds of yours for us grow old, never may your bright glories fall into decay, never before our time decay. What deed of yours, new every age, wondrous, surpassing man, rings forth, Whatever, Maruts! may be difficult to gain, grant us, whate'er is hard to gain.

दध्यङ्ह मे जनुषं पूर्वो अङ्गिराः प्रियमेधः कण्वो अत्रिर्मनुर्विदुस्ते मे पूर्वे मनुर्विदुः। तेषां देवेष्वायतिरस्माकं तेषु नाभयः। तेषां पदेन मह्या नमे गिरेन्द्राग्नी आ नमे गिरा॥

dadhyaṅha me januṣaṁ pūrvo aṅgirāḥ priyamedhaḥ kaṇvo atrirmanurviduste me pūrve manurviduḥ | teṣāṁ deveṣvāyatirasmākaṁ teṣu nābhayaḥ | teṣāṁ padena mahyā name girendrāgnī ā name girā ||

Dadhyac of old, Anigiras, Priyamedha these, and Kanva, Atri, Manu knew my birth, yea, tbose of ancient days and Manu knew. Their long line stretcheth to the Gods, our birth-connexions are with them. To these, for their high station, 1 bow down with song, to Indra, Agni, bow with song.

होता यक्षद्वनिनो वन्त वार्यं बृहस्पतिर्यजति वेन उक्षभिः पुरुवारेभिरुक्षभिः। जगृभ्मा दूरआदिशं श्लोकमद्रेरध त्मना। अधारयदररिन्दानि सुक्रतुः पुरू सद्मानि सुक्रतुः॥

hotā yakṣadvanino vanta vāryaṁ bṛhaspatiryajati vena ukṣabhiḥ puruvārebhirukṣabhiḥ | jagṛbhmā dūraādiśaṁ ślokamadreradha tmanā | adhārayadararindāni sukratuḥ purū sadmāni sukratuḥ ||

Let the Invoker bless: let offerers bring choice gifts; Brhaspati the Friend doth sacrifice with Steers, Steers that have many an excellence. Now with our ears we catch the sound of the press-stone that rings afar. The very Strong hath gained the waters by himself, the strong gained many a resting-place.

ये देवासो दिव्येकादश स्थ पृथिव्यामध्येकादश स्थ। अप्सुक्षितो महिनैकादश स्थ ते देवासो यज्ञमिमं जुषध्वम्॥

ye devāso divyekādaśa stha pṛthivyāmadhyekādaśa stha | apsukṣito mahinaikādaśa stha te devāso yajñamimaṁ juṣadhvam ||

O ye Eleven Gods whose home is heaven, O ye Eleven who make earth your dwelling, Ye who with might, Eleven, live in waters, accept this sacrifice, O Gods, with pleasure.