Sukta 167

सहस्रं त इन्द्रोतयो नः सहस्रमिषो हरिवो गूर्ततमाः। सहस्रं रायो मादयध्यै सहस्रिण उप नो यन्तु वाजाः॥

sahasraṁ ta indrotayo naḥ sahasramiṣo harivo gūrtatamāḥ | sahasraṁ rāyo mādayadhyai sahasriṇa upa no yantu vājāḥ ||

A THOUSAND are thy helps for us, O Indra: a thousand, Lord of Bays, thy choice refreshments. Wealth of a thousand sorts hast thou to cheer us: may precious goods come nigh to us in thousands.

आ नोऽवोभिर्मरुतो यान्त्वच्छा ज्येष्ठेभिर्वा बृहद्दिवैः सुमायाः। अध यदेषां नियुतः परमाः समुद्रस्य चिद्धनयन्त पारे॥

ā no'vobhirmaruto yāntvacchā jyeṣṭhebhirvā bṛhaddivaiḥ sumāyāḥ | adha yadeṣāṁ niyutaḥ paramāḥ samudrasya ciddhanayanta pāre ||

May the most sapient Maruts, with protection, with best boons brought from lofty heaven, approach us, Now when their team of the most noble horses speeds even on the sea's extremest limit.

मिम्यक्ष येषु सुधिता घृताची हिरण्यनिर्णिगुपरा न ऋष्टिः। गुहा चरन्ती मनुषो न योषा सभावती विदथ्येव सं वाक्॥

mimyakṣa yeṣu sudhitā ghṛtācī hiraṇyanirṇiguparā na ṛṣṭiḥ | guhā carantī manuṣo na yoṣā sabhāvatī vidathyeva saṁ vāk ||

Close to them clings one moving in seclusion, like a man's wife, like a spear carried rearward, Well grasped, bright, decked with gold there is Vak also, like to a courtly, eloquent dame, among them.

परा शुभ्रा अयासो यव्या साधारण्येव मरुतो मिमिक्षुः। न रोदसी अप नुदन्त घोरा जुषन्त वृधं सख्याय देवाः॥

parā śubhrā ayāso yavyā sādhāraṇyeva maruto mimikṣuḥ | na rodasī apa nudanta ghorā juṣanta vṛdhaṁ sakhyāya devāḥ ||

Far off the brilliant, never-weary Maruts cling to the young Maid as a joint possession. The fierce Gods drave not Rodasi before them, but wished for her to grow their friend and fellow.

जोषद्यदीमसुर्या सचध्यै विषितस्तुका रोदसी नृमणाः। आ सूर्येव विधतो रथं गात्त्वेषप्रतीका नभसो नेत्या॥

joṣadyadīmasuryā sacadhyai viṣitastukā rodasī nṛmaṇāḥ | ā sūryeva vidhato rathaṁ gāttveṣapratīkā nabhaso netyā ||

When chose immortal Rodasi to follow- she with loose tresses and heroic spirit- She climbed her servant's chariot, she like Surya with cloud-like motion and refulgent aspect.

आस्थापयन्त युवतिं युवानः शुभे निमिश्लां विदथेषु पज्राम्। अर्को यद्वो मरुतो हविष्मान्गायद्गाथं सुतसोमो दुवस्यन्॥

āsthāpayanta yuvatiṁ yuvānaḥ śubhe nimiślāṁ vidatheṣu pajrām | arko yadvo maruto haviṣmāngāyadgāthaṁ sutasomo duvasyan ||

Upon their car the young men set the Maiden wedded to glory, mighty in assemblies, When your song, Maruts, rose, and, with oblation, the Soma-pourer sang his hymn in worship.

प्र तं विवक्मि वक्म्यो य एषां मरुतां महिमा सत्यो अस्ति। सचा यदीं वृषमणा अहंयुः स्थिरा चिज्जनीर्वहते सुभागाः॥

pra taṁ vivakmi vakmyo ya eṣāṁ marutāṁ mahimā satyo asti | sacā yadīṁ vṛṣamaṇā ahaṁyuḥ sthirā cijjanīrvahate subhāgāḥ ||

I will declare the greatness of these Maruts, their real greatness, worthy to be lauded, How, with them, she though firm, strong-minded, haughty, travels to women happy in their fortune.

पान्ति मित्रावरुणाववद्याच्चयत ईमर्यमो अप्रशस्तान्। उत च्यवन्ते अच्युता ध्रुवाणि वावृध ईं मरुतो दातिवारः॥

pānti mitrāvaruṇāvavadyāccayata īmaryamo apraśastān | uta cyavante acyutā dhruvāṇi vāvṛdha īṁ maruto dātivāraḥ ||

Mitra and Varuna they guard from censure: Aryaman too, discovers worthless sinners Firm things are overthrown that ne'er were shaken: he prospers, Maruts, who gives choice oblations.

नही नु वो मरुतो अन्त्यस्मे आरात्ताच्चिच्छवसो अन्तमापुः। ते धृष्णुना शवसा शूशुवांसोऽर्णो न द्वेषो धृषता परि ष्ठुः॥

nahī nu vo maruto antyasme ārāttāccicchavaso antamāpuḥ | te dhṛṣṇunā śavasā śūśuvāṁso'rṇo na dveṣo dhṛṣatā pari ṣṭhuḥ ||

None of us, Maruts, near or at a distance, hath ever reached the limit of your vigour. They in courageous might still waxing boldly have compassed round their foemen like an ocean.

वयमद्येन्द्रस्य प्रेष्ठा वयं श्वो वोचेमहि समर्ये। वयं पुरा महि च नो अनु द्यून्तन्न ऋभुक्षा नरामनु ष्यात्॥

vayamadyendrasya preṣṭhā vayaṁ śvo vocemahi samarye | vayaṁ purā mahi ca no anu dyūntanna ṛbhukṣā narāmanu ṣyāt ||

May we this day be dearest friends of Indra, and let us call on him in fight to-morrow. So were we erst. New might attend us daily! So be with us! Rbhuksan of the Heroes!

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.