Sukta 83

अच्छा वद तवसं गीर्भिराभिः स्तुहि पर्जन्यं नमसा विवास। कनिक्रदद्वृषभो जीरदानू रेतो दधात्योषधीषु गर्भम्॥

acchā vada tavasaṁ gīrbhirābhiḥ stuhi parjanyaṁ namasā vivāsa | kanikradadvṛṣabho jīradānū reto dadhātyoṣadhīṣu garbham ||

SING with these songs thy welcome to the Mighty, with adoration praise and call Parjanya. The Bull, loud roaring, swift to send his bounty, lays in the plants the seed. for germination.

वि वृक्षान्हन्त्युत हन्ति रक्षसो विश्वं बिभाय भुवनं महावधात्। उतानागा ईषते वृष्ण्यावतो यत्पर्जन्यः स्तनयन्हन्ति दुष्कृतः॥

vi vṛkṣānhantyuta hanti rakṣaso viśvaṁ bibhāya bhuvanaṁ mahāvadhāt | utānāgā īṣate vṛṣṇyāvato yatparjanyaḥ stanayanhanti duṣkṛtaḥ ||

He smites the trees apart, he slays the demons: all life fears him who wields the mighty weapon. From him exceeding strong fices e'en the guiltless, when thundering Parjanya smites the wicked.

रथीव कशयाश्वाँ अभिक्षिपन्नाविर्दूतान्कृणुते वर्ष्याँ अह। दूरात्सिंहस्य स्तनथा उदीरते यत्पर्जन्यः कृणुते वर्ष्यं नभः॥

rathīva kaśayāśvā abhikṣipannāvirdūtānkṛṇute varṣyā aha | dūrātsiṁhasya stanathā udīrate yatparjanyaḥ kṛṇute varṣyaṁ nabhaḥ ||

Like a car-driver whipping on his horses, he makes the messengers of rain spring forward. Far off resounds the roaring of the lion, what time Parjanya fills the sky with rain-cloud.

प्र वाता वान्ति पतयन्ति विद्युत उदोषधीर्जिहते पिन्वते स्वः। इरा विश्वस्मै भुवनाय जायते यत्पर्जन्यः पृथिवीं रेतसावति॥

pra vātā vānti patayanti vidyuta udoṣadhīrjihate pinvate svaḥ | irā viśvasmai bhuvanāya jāyate yatparjanyaḥ pṛthivīṁ retasāvati ||

Forth burst the winds, down come the lightning-flashes: the plants shoot up, the realm of light is streaming. Food springs abundant for all living creatures, what time Parjanya quickens earth with moisture.

यस्य व्रते पृथिवी नन्नमीति यस्य व्रते शफवज्जर्भुरीति। यस्य व्रत ओषधीर्विश्वरूपाः स नः पर्जन्य महि शर्म यच्छ॥

yasya vrate pṛthivī nannamīti yasya vrate śaphavajjarbhurīti | yasya vrata oṣadhīrviśvarūpāḥ sa naḥ parjanya mahi śarma yaccha ||

Thou at whose bidding earth bows low before thee, at whose command hoofed cattle fly in terror, At whose behest the plants assume all colours, even thou Parjanya, yield us great protection.

दिवो नो वृष्टिं मरुतो ररीध्वं प्र पिन्वत वृष्णो अश्वस्य धाराः। अर्वाङेतेन स्तनयित्नुनेह्यपो निषिञ्चन्नसुरः पिता नः॥

divo no vṛṣṭiṁ maruto rarīdhvaṁ pra pinvata vṛṣṇo aśvasya dhārāḥ | arvāṅetena stanayitnunehyapo niṣiñcannasuraḥ pitā naḥ ||

Send down for us the rain of heaven, ye Maruts, and let the Stallion's flood descend in torrents. Come hither with this thunder while thou pourest the waters down, our heavenly Lord and Father.

अभि क्रन्द स्तनय गर्भमा धा उदन्वता परि दीया रथेन। दृतिं सु कर्ष विषितं न्यञ्चं समा भवन्तूद्वतो निपादाः॥

abhi kranda stanaya garbhamā dhā udanvatā pari dīyā rathena | dṛtiṁ su karṣa viṣitaṁ nyañcaṁ samā bhavantūdvato nipādāḥ ||

Thunder and roar: the germ of life deposit. Fly round us on thy chariot waterladen. Thine opened water-skin draw with thee downward, and let the hollows and the heights be level.

महान्तं कोशमुदचा नि षिञ्च स्यन्दन्तां कुल्या विषिताः पुरस्तात्। घृतेन द्यावापृथिवी व्युन्धि सुप्रपाणं भवत्वघ्न्याभ्यः॥

mahāntaṁ kośamudacā ni ṣiñca syandantāṁ kulyā viṣitāḥ purastāt | ghṛtena dyāvāpṛthivī vyundhi suprapāṇaṁ bhavatvaghnyābhyaḥ ||

Lift up the mighty vessel, pour down water, and let the liberated streams rush forward. Saturate both the earth and heaven with fatness, and for the cows let there be drink abundant.

यत्पर्जन्य कनिक्रदत्स्तनयन्हंसि दुष्कृतः। प्रतीदं विश्वं मोदते यत्किं च पृथिव्यामधि॥

yatparjanya kanikradatstanayanhaṁsi duṣkṛtaḥ | pratīdaṁ viśvaṁ modate yatkiṁ ca pṛthivyāmadhi ||

When thou, with thunder and with roar, Parjanya, smitest sinners down, This universe exults thereat, yea, all that is upon the earth.

अवर्षीर्वर्षमुदु षू गृभायाकर्धन्वान्यत्येतवा उ। अजीजन ओषधीर्भोजनाय कमुत प्रजाभ्योऽविदो मनीषाम्॥

avarṣīrvarṣamudu ṣū gṛbhāyākardhanvānyatyetavā u | ajījana oṣadhīrbhojanāya kamuta prajābhyo'vido manīṣām ||

Thou hast poured down the rain-flood now withhold it. Thou hast made desert places fit for travel. Thou hast made herbs to grow for our enjoyment: yea, thou hast won thee praise from living creatures.