Sukta 48

कदु प्रियाय धाम्ने मनामहे स्वक्षत्राय स्वयशसे महे वयम्। आमेन्यस्य रजसो यदभ्र आँ अपो वृणाना वितनोति मायिनी॥

kadu priyāya dhāmne manāmahe svakṣatrāya svayaśase mahe vayam | āmenyasya rajaso yadabhra ā apo vṛṇānā vitanoti māyinī ||

WHAT may we meditate for the beloved Power, mighty in native strength and glorious in itself, Which as a magic energy seeking waters spreads even to theimmeasurable middle region's cloud?

ता अत्नत वयुनं वीरवक्षणं समान्या वृतया विश्वमा रजः। अपो अपाचीरपरा अपेजते प्र पूर्वाभिस्तिरते देवयुर्जनः॥

tā atnata vayunaṁ vīravakṣaṇaṁ samānyā vṛtayā viśvamā rajaḥ | apo apācīraparā apejate pra pūrvābhistirate devayurjanaḥ ||

O'er all the region with their uniform advance these have spread out the lore that giveth heroes strength. Back, with their course reversed, the others pass away: the pious lengthens life with those that are before.

आ ग्रावभिरहन्येभिरक्तुभिर्वरिष्ठं वज्रमा जिघर्ति मायिनि। शतं वा यस्य प्रचरन्स्वे दमे संवर्तयन्तो वि च वर्तयन्नहा॥

ā grāvabhirahanyebhiraktubhirvariṣṭhaṁ vajramā jigharti māyini | śataṁ vā yasya pracaransve dame saṁvartayanto vi ca vartayannahā ||

With pressing-stones and with the bright beams of the day he hurls his broadest bolt against the Guileful One. Even he whose hundred wander in his own abode, driving the days afar and bringing them again.

तामस्य रीतिं परशोरिव प्रत्यनीकमख्यं भुजे अस्य वर्पसः। सचा यदि पितुमन्तमिव क्षयं रत्नं दधाति भरहूतये विशे॥

tāmasya rītiṁ paraśoriva pratyanīkamakhyaṁ bhuje asya varpasaḥ | sacā yadi pitumantamiva kṣayaṁ ratnaṁ dadhāti bharahūtaye viśe ||

I, to enjoy the beauty of his form, behold that rapid rush of his as 'twere an axe's edge, What time he gives the man who calls on him in fight wealth like a dwelling-house filled full with store of food.

स जिह्वया चतुरनीक ऋञ्जते चारु वसानो वरुणो यतन्नरिम्। न तस्य विद्म पुरुषत्वता वयं यतो भगः सविता दाति वार्यम्॥

sa jihvayā caturanīka ṛñjate cāru vasāno varuṇo yatannarim | na tasya vidma puruṣatvatā vayaṁ yato bhagaḥ savitā dāti vāryam ||

Four-faced and nobly clad, Varuna, urging on the pious to his task, stirs himself with the tongue. Naught by our human nature do we know of him, him from whom Bhaga Savitar bestows the boon.