Sukta 51

चर्षणीधृतं मघवानमुक्थ्यमिन्द्रं गिरो बृहतीरभ्यनूषत। वावृधानं पुरुहूतं सुवृक्तिभिरमर्त्यं जरमाणं दिवेदिवे॥

carṣaṇīdhṛtaṁ maghavānamukthyamindraṁ giro bṛhatīrabhyanūṣata | vāvṛdhānaṁ puruhūtaṁ suvṛktibhiramartyaṁ jaramāṇaṁ divedive ||

HIGH hymns have sounded forth the praise of Maghavan, supporter of mankind, of Indra meet for lauds; Him who hath waxen great, invoked with beauteous songs, Immortal One, whose praise each day is sung aloud.

शतक्रतुमर्णवं शाकिनं नरं गिरो म इन्द्रमुप यन्ति विश्वतः। वाजसनिं पूर्भिदं तूर्णिमप्तुरं धामसाचमभिषाचं स्वर्विदम्॥

śatakratumarṇavaṁ śākinaṁ naraṁ giro ma indramupa yanti viśvataḥ | vājasaniṁ pūrbhidaṁ tūrṇimapturaṁ dhāmasācamabhiṣācaṁ svarvidam ||

To Indra from all sides go forth my songs of praise, the Lord of Hundred Powers, strong, Hero, like the sea, Swift, winner of the booty, breaker-down of forts, faithful and ever-glorious, finder of the light.

आकरे वसोर्जरिता पनस्यतेऽनेहसः स्तुभ इन्द्रो दुवस्यति। विवस्वतः सदन आ हि पिप्रिये सत्रासाहमभिमातिहनं स्तुहि॥

ākare vasorjaritā panasyate'nehasaḥ stubha indro duvasyati | vivasvataḥ sadana ā hi pipriye satrāsāhamabhimātihanaṁ stuhi ||

Where battle's spoil is piled the singer winneth praise, for Indra taketh care of matchless worshippers. He in Vivasvan's dwelling findeth his delight: praise thou the ever-conquering slayer of the foe.

नृणामु त्वा नृतमं गीर्भिरुक्थैरभि प्र वीरमर्चता सबाधः। सं सहसे पुरुमायो जिहीते नमो अस्य प्रदिव एक ईशे॥

nṛṇāmu tvā nṛtamaṁ gīrbhirukthairabhi pra vīramarcatā sabādhaḥ | saṁ sahase purumāyo jihīte namo asya pradiva eka īśe ||

Thee, valorous, most heroic of the heroes, shall the priests glorify with songg and praises. Full of all wondrous power he goes to conquest: worship is his, sole Lord from days aforetime.

पूर्वीरस्य निष्षिधो मर्त्येषु पुरू वसूनि पृथिवी बिभर्ति। इन्द्राय द्याव ओषधीरुतापो रयिं रक्षन्ति जीरयो वनानि॥

pūrvīrasya niṣṣidho martyeṣu purū vasūni pṛthivī bibharti | indrāya dyāva oṣadhīrutāpo rayiṁ rakṣanti jīrayo vanāni ||

Abundant are the gifts he gives to mortals: for him the earth bears a rich store of treasures. The heavens, the growing plants, the living waters, the forest trees preserve their wealth for Indra.

तुभ्यं ब्रह्माणि गिर इन्द्र तुभ्यं सत्रा दधिरे हरिवो जुषस्व। बोध्यापिरवसो नूतनस्य सखे वसो जरितृभ्यो वयो धाः॥

tubhyaṁ brahmāṇi gira indra tubhyaṁ satrā dadhire harivo juṣasva | bodhyāpiravaso nūtanasya sakhe vaso jaritṛbhyo vayo dhāḥ ||

To thee, O Indra, Lord of Bays, for ever are offered prayers and songs: accept them gladly. As Kinsman think thou of some fresh assistance; good Friend, give strength and life to those who praise thee.

इन्द्र मरुत्व इह पाहि सोमं यथा शार्याते अपिबः सुतस्य। तव प्रणीती तव शूर शर्मन्ना विवासन्ति कवयः सुयज्ञाः॥

indra marutva iha pāhi somaṁ yathā śāryāte apibaḥ sutasya | tava praṇītī tava śūra śarmannā vivāsanti kavayaḥ suyajñāḥ ||

Here, Indra, drink thou Soma with the Maruts, as thou didst drink the juice beside Saryata. Under thy guidance, in thy keeping, Hero, the singers serve, skilled in fair sacrifices.

स वावशान इह पाहि सोमं मरुद्भिरिन्द्र सखिभिः सुतं नः। जातं यत्त्वा परि देवा अभूषन्महे भराय पुरुहूत विश्वे॥

sa vāvaśāna iha pāhi somaṁ marudbhirindra sakhibhiḥ sutaṁ naḥ | jātaṁ yattvā pari devā abhūṣanmahe bharāya puruhūta viśve ||

So eagerly desirous drink the Soma, our juice, O Indra, with thy friends the Maruts, Since at thy birth all Deities adorned thee for the great fight, O thou invoked of many.

अप्तूर्ये मरुत आपिरेषोऽमन्दन्निन्द्रमनु दातिवाराः। तेभिः साकं पिबतु वृत्रखादः सुतं सोमं दाशुषः स्वे सधस्थे॥

aptūrye maruta āpireṣo'mandannindramanu dātivārāḥ | tebhiḥ sākaṁ pibatu vṛtrakhādaḥ sutaṁ somaṁ dāśuṣaḥ sve sadhasthe ||

He was your comrade in your zeal, O Maruts: they, rich in noble gifts, rejoiced in Indra. With them together let the Vrtra-slayer drink in his home the worshipper's libation.

इदं ह्यन्वोजसा सुतं राधानां पते। पिबा त्वस्य गिर्वणः॥

idaṁ hyanvojasā sutaṁ rādhānāṁ pate | pibā tvasya girvaṇaḥ ||

So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been pressed for thee with strength Drink of it, thou who lovest song.

यस्ते अनु स्वधामसत्सुते नि यच्छ तन्वम्। स त्वा ममत्तु सोम्यम्॥

yaste anu svadhāmasatsute ni yaccha tanvam | sa tvā mamattu somyam ||

Incline thy body to this juice which suits thy Godlike nature well: May it cheer thee who lovest it.

प्र ते अश्नोतु कुक्ष्योः प्रेन्द्र ब्रह्मणा शिरः। प्र बाहू शूर राधसे॥

pra te aśnotu kukṣyoḥ prendra brahmaṇā śiraḥ | pra bāhū śūra rādhase ||

Brave Indra, let it work through both thy flanks, and through thy head by prayer, And through thine arms, to prosper us.