Sukta 166

तन्नु वोचाम रभसाय जन्मने पूर्वं महित्वं वृषभस्य केतवे। ऐधेव यामन्मरुतस्तुविष्वणो युधेव शक्रास्तविषाणि कर्तन॥

tannu vocāma rabhasāya janmane pūrvaṁ mahitvaṁ vṛṣabhasya ketave | aidheva yāmanmarutastuviṣvaṇo yudheva śakrāstaviṣāṇi kartana ||

Now let us publish, for the vigorous company the herald of the Strong One, their primeval might. With fire upon your way, O Maruts loud of voice, with battle, Mighty Ones, achieve your deeds of strength.

नित्यं न सूनुं मधु बिभ्रत उप क्रीळन्ति क्रीळा विदथेषु घृष्वयः। नक्षन्ति रुद्रा अवसा नमस्विनं न मर्धन्ति स्वतवसो हविष्कृतम्॥

nityaṁ na sūnuṁ madhu bibhrata upa krīḻanti krīḻā vidatheṣu ghṛṣvayaḥ | nakṣanti rudrā avasā namasvinaṁ na mardhanti svatavaso haviṣkṛtam ||

Bringing the pleasant mcath as 'twere their own dear son, they sport in sportive wise gay at their gatherings. The Rudras come with succour to the worshipper; self-strong they fail not him who offers sacrifice.

यस्मा ऊमासो अमृता अरासत रायस्पोषं च हविषा ददाशुषे। उक्षन्त्यस्मै मरुतो हिता इव पुरू रजांसि पयसा मयोभुवः॥

yasmā ūmāso amṛtā arāsata rāyaspoṣaṁ ca haviṣā dadāśuṣe | ukṣantyasmai maruto hitā iva purū rajāṁsi payasā mayobhuvaḥ ||

To whomsoever, bringer of oblations, they immortal guardians, have given plenteous wealth, For him, like loving friends, the Maruts bringing bliss bedew the regions round with milk abundantly.

आ ये रजांसि तविषीभिरव्यत प्र व एवासः स्वयतासो अध्रजन्। भयन्ते विश्वा भुवनानि हर्म्या चित्रो वो यामः प्रयतास्वृष्टिषु॥

ā ye rajāṁsi taviṣībhiravyata pra va evāsaḥ svayatāso adhrajan | bhayante viśvā bhuvanāni harmyā citro vo yāmaḥ prayatāsvṛṣṭiṣu ||

Ye who with mighty powers have stirred the regions up, your coursers have sped forth directed by themselves. All creatures of the earth, all dwellings are afraid, for brilliant is your coming with your spears advanced.

यत्त्वेषयामा नदयन्त पर्वतान्दिवो वा पृष्ठं नर्या अचुच्यवुः। विश्वो वो अज्मन्भयते वनस्पती रथीयन्तीव प्र जिहीत ओषधिः॥

yattveṣayāmā nadayanta parvatāndivo vā pṛṣṭhaṁ naryā acucyavuḥ | viśvo vo ajmanbhayate vanaspatī rathīyantīva pra jihīta oṣadhiḥ ||

When they in dazzling rush have made the mountains roar, and shaken heaven's high back in their heroic strength, Each sovran of the forest fears as ye drive near, aid the shrubs fly before you swift as whirling wheels.

यूयं न उग्रा मरुतः सुचेतुनारिष्टग्रामाः सुमतिं पिपर्तन। यत्रा वो दिद्युद्रदति क्रिविर्दती रिणाति पश्वः सुधितेव बर्हणा॥

yūyaṁ na ugrā marutaḥ sucetunāriṣṭagrāmāḥ sumatiṁ pipartana | yatrā vo didyudradati krivirdatī riṇāti paśvaḥ sudhiteva barhaṇā ||

Terrible Maruts, ye with ne'er-diminished host, with grcat benevolence fulfil our heart's desire. Where'er your lightning bites armed with its gory teeth it crunches up the cattle like a well-aimed dart.

प्र स्कम्भदेष्णा अनवभ्रराधसोऽलातृणासो विदथेषु सुष्टुताः। अर्चन्त्यर्कं मदिरस्य पीतये विदुर्वीरस्य प्रथमानि पौंस्या॥

pra skambhadeṣṇā anavabhrarādhaso'lātṛṇāso vidatheṣu suṣṭutāḥ | arcantyarkaṁ madirasya pītaye vidurvīrasya prathamāni pauṁsyā ||

Givers of during gifts whose bounties never fail, free from ill-will, at sacrifices glorified, They sing their song aloud that they may drink sweet juice: well do they know the Hero's first heroic deeds.

शतभुजिभिस्तमभिह्रुतेरघात्पूर्भी रक्षता मरुतो यमावत। जनं यमुग्रास्तवसो विरप्शिनः पाथना शंसात्तनयस्य पुष्टिषु॥

śatabhujibhistamabhihruteraghātpūrbhī rakṣatā maruto yamāvata | janaṁ yamugrāstavaso virapśinaḥ pāthanā śaṁsāttanayasya puṣṭiṣu ||

With castles hundredfold, O Maruts, guard ye well the man whom ye have loved from ruin and from sin,- The man whom ye the fierce, the Mighty ones who roar, preserve from calumny by cherishing his seed.

विश्वानि भद्रा मरुतो रथेषु वो मिथस्पृध्येव तविषाण्याहिता। अंसेष्वा वः प्रपथेषु खादयोऽक्षो वश्चक्रा समया वि वावृते॥

viśvāni bhadrā maruto ratheṣu vo mithaspṛdhyeva taviṣāṇyāhitā | aṁseṣvā vaḥ prapatheṣu khādayo'kṣo vaścakrā samayā vi vāvṛte ||

O Maruts, in your cars are all things that are good: great powers are set as 'twere in rivalry therein. Rings are upon your shoulders when ye journey forth: your axle turns together both the chariot wheels.

भूरीणि भद्रा नर्येषु बाहुषु वक्षस्सु रुक्मा रभसासो अञ्जयः। अंसेष्वेताः पविषु क्षुरा अधि वयो न पक्षान्व्यनु श्रियो धिरे॥

bhūrīṇi bhadrā naryeṣu bāhuṣu vakṣassu rukmā rabhasāso añjayaḥ | aṁseṣvetāḥ paviṣu kṣurā adhi vayo na pakṣānvyanu śriyo dhire ||

Held in your manly arms are many goodly things, gold chains are on your chests, and glistering ornaments, Deer-skins are on their shoulders, on their fellies knives: they spread their glory out as birds spread out their wings.

महान्तो मह्ना विभ्वो विभूतयो दूरेदृशो ये दिव्या इव स्तृभिः। मन्द्राः सुजिह्वाः स्वरितार आसभिः सम्मिश्ला इन्द्रे मरुतः परिष्टुभः॥

mahānto mahnā vibhvo vibhūtayo dūredṛśo ye divyā iva stṛbhiḥ | mandrāḥ sujihvāḥ svaritāra āsabhiḥ sammiślā indre marutaḥ pariṣṭubhaḥ ||

Mighty in mightiness, pervading, passing strong, visible from afar as 'twere with stars of heaven, Lovely with pleasant tongues, sweet singers with their mouths, the Maruts, joined with Indra, shout forth all around.

तद्वः सुजाता मरुतो महित्वनं दीर्घं वो दात्रमदितेरिव व्रतम्। इन्द्रश्चन त्यजसा वि ह्रुणाति तज्जनाय यस्मै सुकृते अराध्वम्॥

tadvaḥ sujātā maruto mahitvanaṁ dīrghaṁ vo dātramaditeriva vratam | indraścana tyajasā vi hruṇāti tajjanāya yasmai sukṛte arādhvam ||

This is your majesty, ye Maruts nobly born, far as the sway of Adid your bounty spreads. Even Indra by desertion never disannuls the boon bestowed by you upon the pious man.

तद्वो जामित्वं मरुतः परे युगे पुरू यच्छंसममृतास आवत। अया धिया मनवे श्रुष्टिमाव्या साकं नरो दंसनैरा चिकित्रिरे॥

tadvo jāmitvaṁ marutaḥ pare yuge purū yacchaṁsamamṛtāsa āvata | ayā dhiyā manave śruṣṭimāvyā sākaṁ naro daṁsanairā cikitrire ||

This is your kinship, Maruts, that, Immortals, ye were oft in olden time regardful of our call, Having vouchsafed to man a hearing through this prayer, by wondrous deeds the Heroes have displayed their might.

येन दीर्घं मरुतः शूशवाम युष्माकेन परीणसा तुरासः। आ यत्ततनन्वृजने जनास एभिर्यज्ञेभिस्तदभीष्टिमश्याम्॥

yena dīrghaṁ marutaḥ śūśavāma yuṣmākena parīṇasā turāsaḥ | ā yattatananvṛjane janāsa ebhiryajñebhistadabhīṣṭimaśyām ||

That, O ye Maruts, we may long time flourish through your abundant riches, O swift movers, And that our men may spread in the encampment, let me complete the rite with these oblations.

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 laud, 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.