Sukta 63

ऋतस्य गोपावधि तिष्ठथो रथं सत्यधर्माणा परमे व्योमनि। यमत्र मित्रावरुणावथो युवं तस्मै वृष्टिर्मधुमत्पिन्वते दिवः॥

ṛtasya gopāvadhi tiṣṭhatho rathaṁ satyadharmāṇā parame vyomani | yamatra mitrāvaruṇāvatho yuvaṁ tasmai vṛṣṭirmadhumatpinvate divaḥ ||

GUARDIANS of Order, ye whose Laws are ever true, in the sublimest heaven your chariot ye ascend. O Mitra-Varuna whomsoe'er ye: favour, here, to him the rain with sweetness streameth down from heaven.

सम्राजावस्य भुवनस्य राजथो मित्रावरुणा विदथे स्वर्दृशा। वृष्टिं वां राधो अमृतत्वमीमहे द्यावापृथिवी वि चरन्ति तन्यवः॥

samrājāvasya bhuvanasya rājatho mitrāvaruṇā vidathe svardṛśā | vṛṣṭiṁ vāṁ rādho amṛtatvamīmahe dyāvāpṛthivī vi caranti tanyavaḥ ||

This world's imperial Kings, O Mitra-Varuna, ye rule in holy synod, looking on the light. We pray for rain, your boon, and immortality. Through heaven and over earth the thunderers take their way.

सम्राजा उग्रा वृषभा दिवस्पती पृथिव्या मित्रावरुणा विचर्षणी। चित्रेभिरभ्रैरुप तिष्ठथो रवं द्यां वर्षयथो असुरस्य मायया॥

samrājā ugrā vṛṣabhā divaspatī pṛthivyā mitrāvaruṇā vicarṣaṇī | citrebhirabhrairupa tiṣṭhatho ravaṁ dyāṁ varṣayatho asurasya māyayā ||

Imperial Kings, strong, Heroes, Lords of earth and heaven, Mitra and Varuna, ye ever active Ones, Ye wait on thunder with the many-tinted clouds, and by the Asura's magic power cause Heaven to rain.

माया वां मित्रावरुणा दिवि श्रिता सूर्यो ज्योतिश्चरति चित्रमायुधम्। तमभ्रेण वृष्ट्या गूहथो दिवि पर्जन्य द्रप्सा मधुमन्त ईरते॥

māyā vāṁ mitrāvaruṇā divi śritā sūryo jyotiścarati citramāyudham | tamabhreṇa vṛṣṭyā gūhatho divi parjanya drapsā madhumanta īrate ||

Your magic, Mitra-Varuna, resteth in the heaven. The Sun, the wondrous weapon, cometh forth as light. Ye hide him in the sky with cloud and flood of rain, and water-drops, Parjanya! full of sweetness flow.

रथं युञ्जते मरुतः शुभे सुखं शूरो न मित्रावरुणा गविष्टिषु। रजांसि चित्रा वि चरन्ति तन्यवो दिवः सम्राजा पयसा न उक्षतम्॥

rathaṁ yuñjate marutaḥ śubhe sukhaṁ śūro na mitrāvaruṇā gaviṣṭiṣu | rajāṁsi citrā vi caranti tanyavo divaḥ samrājā payasā na ukṣatam ||

The Maruts yoke their easy car for victory, O Mitra-Varuna, as a hero in the wars. The thunderers roam through regions varied in their hues. Imperial Kings, bedew us with the milk of heaven.

वाचं सु मित्रावरुणाविरावतीं पर्जन्यश्चित्रां वदति त्विषीमतीम्। अभ्रा वसत मरुतः सु मायया द्यां वर्षयतमरुणामरेपसम्॥

vācaṁ su mitrāvaruṇāvirāvatīṁ parjanyaścitrāṁ vadati tviṣīmatīm | abhrā vasata marutaḥ su māyayā dyāṁ varṣayatamaruṇāmarepasam ||

Refreshing is your voice, O Mitra-Varuna: Parjanya sendeth out a wondrous mighty voice. With magic power the Maruts clothe them with the clouds. Ye Two cause Heaven to rain, the red, the spotless One.

धर्मणा मित्रावरुणा विपश्चिता व्रता रक्षेथे असुरस्य मायया। ऋतेन विश्वं भुवनं वि राजथः सूर्यमा धत्थो दिवि चित्र्यं रथम्॥

dharmaṇā mitrāvaruṇā vipaścitā vratā rakṣethe asurasya māyayā | ṛtena viśvaṁ bhuvanaṁ vi rājathaḥ sūryamā dhattho divi citryaṁ ratham ||

Wise, with your Law and through the Asura's magic power ye guard the ordinances, Mitra-Varuna. Ye by eternal Order govern all the world. Ye set the Sun in heaven as a refulgent car.