Sukta 165

कया शुभा सवयसः सनीळाः समान्या मरुतः सं मिमिक्षुः। कया मती कुत एतास एतेऽर्चन्ति शुष्मं वृषणो वसूया॥

kayā śubhā savayasaḥ sanīḻāḥ samānyā marutaḥ saṁ mimikṣuḥ | kayā matī kuta etāsa ete'rcanti śuṣmaṁ vṛṣaṇo vasūyā ||

WITH what bright beauty are the Maruts jointly invested, peers in age, who dwell together? From what place have they come? With what intention? Sing they their strength through love of wealth, these Heroes?

कस्य ब्रह्माणि जुजुषुर्युवानः को अध्वरे मरुत आ ववर्त। श्येनाँ इव ध्रजतो अन्तरिक्षे केन महा मनसा रीरमाम॥

kasya brahmāṇi jujuṣuryuvānaḥ ko adhvare maruta ā vavarta | śyenā iva dhrajato antarikṣe kena mahā manasā rīramāma ||

Whose prayers have they, the Youthful Ones, accepted? Who to his sacrifice hath turned the Maruts? We will delay them on their journey sweeping-with what high spirit!-through the air like eagles.

कुतस्त्वमिन्द्र माहिनः सन्नेको यासि सत्पते किं त इत्था। सं पृच्छसे समराणः शुभानैर्वोचेस्तन्नो हरिवो यत्ते अस्मे॥

kutastvamindra māhinaḥ sanneko yāsi satpate kiṁ ta itthā | saṁ pṛcchase samarāṇaḥ śubhānairvocestanno harivo yatte asme ||

Whence comest thou alone, thou who art mighty, Indra, Lord of the Brave? What is thy purpose? Thou greetest us when meeting us the Bright Ones. Lord of Bay Steeds, say what thou hast against us.

ब्रह्माणि मे मतयः शं सुतासः शुष्म इयर्ति प्रभृतो मे अद्रिः। आ शासते प्रति हर्यन्त्युक्थेमा हरी वहतस्ता नो अच्छ॥

brahmāṇi me matayaḥ śaṁ sutāsaḥ śuṣma iyarti prabhṛto me adriḥ | ā śāsate prati haryantyukthemā harī vahatastā no accha ||

Mine are devotions, hymns; sweet are libations. Strength stirs, and hurled forth is my bolt of thunder. They call for me, their lauds are longing for me. These my Bay Steeds bear me to these oblations.

अतो वयमन्तमेभिर्युजानाः स्वक्षत्रेभिस्तन्वः शुम्भमानाः। महोभिरेताँ उप युज्महे न्विन्द्र स्वधामनु हि नो बभूथ॥

ato vayamantamebhiryujānāḥ svakṣatrebhistanvaḥ śumbhamānāḥ | mahobhiretā upa yujmahe nvindra svadhāmanu hi no babhūtha ||

Therefore together with our strong companions, having adorned our bodies, now we harness, Our spotted deer with might, for thou, O Indra, hast learnt and understood our Godlike nature.

क्व स्या वो मरुतः स्वधासीद्यन्मामेकं समधत्ताहिहत्ये। अहं ह्युग्रस्तविषस्तुविष्मान्विश्वस्य शत्रोरनमं वधस्नैः॥

kva syā vo marutaḥ svadhāsīdyanmāmekaṁ samadhattāhihatye | ahaṁ hyugrastaviṣastuviṣmānviśvasya śatroranamaṁ vadhasnaiḥ ||

Where was that nature then of yours, O Maruts, that ye charged me alone to slay the Dragon? For I in truth am fierce and strong and mighty. I bent away from every foeman's weapons.

भूरि चकर्थ युज्येभिरस्मे समानेभिर्वृषभ पौंस्येभिः। भूरीणि हि कृणवामा शविष्ठेन्द्र क्रत्वा मरुतो यद्वशाम॥

bhūri cakartha yujyebhirasme samānebhirvṛṣabha pauṁsyebhiḥ | bhūrīṇi hi kṛṇavāmā śaviṣṭhendra kratvā maruto yadvaśāma ||

Yea, much hast thou achieved with us for comrades, with manly valour like thine own, thou Hero. Much may we too achieve, O mightiest Indra, with our great power, we Maruts, when we will it.

वधीं वृत्रं मरुत इन्द्रियेण स्वेन भामेन तविषो बभूवान्। अहमेता मनवे विश्वश्चन्द्राः सुगा अपश्चकर वज्रबाहुः॥

vadhīṁ vṛtraṁ maruta indriyeṇa svena bhāmena taviṣo babhūvān | ahametā manave viśvaścandrāḥ sugā apaścakara vajrabāhuḥ ||

Vrtra I slew by mine own strength, O Maruts, having waxed mighty in mine indignation. I with the thunder in my hand created for man these lucid softly flowing waters.

अनुत्तमा ते मघवन्नकिर्नु न त्वावाँ अस्ति देवता विदानः। न जायमानो नशते न जातो यानि करिष्या कृणुहि प्रवृद्ध॥

anuttamā te maghavannakirnu na tvāvā asti devatā vidānaḥ | na jāyamāno naśate na jāto yāni kariṣyā kṛṇuhi pravṛddha ||

Nothing, O Maghavan, stands firm before thee; among the Gods not one is found thine equal. None born or springing into life comes nigh thee. Do what thou hast to do, exceeding mighty?

एकस्य चिन्मे विभ्वस्त्वोजो या नु दधृष्वान्कृणवै मनीषा। अहं ह्युग्रो मरुतो विदानो यानि च्यवमिन्द्र इदीश एषाम्॥

ekasya cinme vibhvastvojo yā nu dadhṛṣvānkṛṇavai manīṣā | ahaṁ hyugro maruto vidāno yāni cyavamindra idīśa eṣām ||

Mine only be transcendent power, whatever I, daring in my spirit, may accomplish. For I am known as terrible, O Maruts I, Indra, am the Lord of what I ruined.

अमन्दन्मा मरुतः स्तोमो अत्र यन्मे नरः श्रुत्यं ब्रह्म चक्र। इन्द्राय वृष्णे सुमखाय मह्यं सख्ये सखायस्तन्वे तनूभिः॥

amandanmā marutaḥ stomo atra yanme naraḥ śrutyaṁ brahma cakra | indrāya vṛṣṇe sumakhāya mahyaṁ sakhye sakhāyastanve tanūbhiḥ ||

Now, O ye Maruts, hath your praise rejoiced me, the glorious hymn which ye have made me, Heroes! For me, for Indra, champion strong in battle, for me, yourselves, as lovers for a lover.

एवेदेते प्रति मा रोचमाना अनेद्यः श्रव एषो दधानाः। संचक्ष्या मरुतश्चन्द्रवर्णा अच्छान्त मे छदयाथा च नूनम्॥

evedete prati mā rocamānā anedyaḥ śrava eṣo dadhānāḥ | saṁcakṣyā marutaścandravarṇā acchānta me chadayāthā ca nūnam ||

Here, truly, they send forth their sheen to meet me, wearing their blameless glory and their vigour. When I have seen you, Matuts, in gay splendour, ye have delighted me, so now delight me.

को न्वत्र मरुतो मामहे वः प्र यातन सखीँरच्छा सखायः। मन्मानि चित्रा अपिवातयन्त एषां भूत नवेदा म ऋतानाम्॥

ko nvatra maruto māmahe vaḥ pra yātana sakhīracchā sakhāyaḥ | manmāni citrā apivātayanta eṣāṁ bhūta navedā ma ṛtānām ||

Who here hath magnified you, O ye Maruts? speed forward, O ye lovers, to your lovers. Ye Radiant Ones, assisting their devotions, of these my holy rites he ye regardful.

आ यद्दुवस्याद्दुवसे न कारुरस्माञ्चक्रे मान्यस्य मेधा। ओ षु वर्त्त मरुतो विप्रमच्छेमा ब्रह्माणि जरिता वो अर्चत्॥

ā yadduvasyādduvase na kārurasmāñcakre mānyasya medhā | o ṣu vartta maruto vipramacchemā brahmāṇi jaritā vo arcat ||

To this hath Minya's wisdom brought us, so as to aid, as aids the poet him who worships. Bring hither quick! On to the sage, ye Maruts! These prayers for you the singer hath recited.

एष वः स्तोमो मरुत इयं गीर्मान्दार्यस्य मान्यस्य कारोः। एषा यासीष्ट तन्वे वयां विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम्॥

eṣa vaḥ stomo maruta iyaṁ gīrmāndāryasya mānyasya kāroḥ | eṣā yāsīṣṭa tanve vayāṁ vidyāmeṣaṁ vṛjanaṁ jīradānum ||

May this your praise, may this your song, O Maruts, sung by the poet, Mana's son, Mandarya, Bring offspring for ourselves with food to feed us. May we find strengthening food in full abundance!