Sukta 66

वपुर्नु तच्चिकितुषे चिदस्तु समानं नाम धेनु पत्यमानम्। मर्तेष्वन्यद्दोहसे पीपाय सकृच्छुक्रं दुदुहे पृश्निरूधः॥

vapurnu taccikituṣe cidastu samānaṁ nāma dhenu patyamānam | marteṣvanyaddohase pīpāya sakṛcchukraṁ duduhe pṛśnirūdhaḥ ||

E'EN to the wise let that be still a wonder to which the general name of Cow is given. The one hath swelled among mankind for milking: Prsni hath drained but once her fair bright udder.

ये अग्नयो न शोशुचन्निधाना द्विर्यत्त्रिर्मरुतो वावृधन्त। अरेणवो हिरण्ययास एषां साकं नृम्णैः पौंस्येभिश्च भूवन्॥

ye agnayo na śośucannidhānā dviryattrirmaruto vāvṛdhanta | areṇavo hiraṇyayāsa eṣāṁ sākaṁ nṛmṇaiḥ pauṁsyebhiśca bhūvan ||

They who like kindled flames of fire are glowing,. the Maruts, twice and thrice have waxen mighty. Golden and dustless were their cars, invested with their great strength and their heroic vigour.

रुद्रस्य ये मीळ्हुषः सन्ति पुत्रा याँश्चो नु दाधृविर्भरध्यै। विदे हि माता महो मही षा सेत्पृश्निः सुभ्वे गर्भमाधात्॥

rudrasya ye mīḻhuṣaḥ santi putrā yāśco nu dādhṛvirbharadhyai | vide hi mātā maho mahī ṣā setpṛśniḥ subhve garbhamādhāt ||

They who are Sons of the rain-pouring Rudra, whom the long-lasting One had power to foster: The Mighty Ones whose germ great Mother Prsni is known to have received for man's advantage.

न य ईषन्ते जनुषोऽया न्वन्तः सन्तोऽवद्यानि पुनानाः। निर्यद्दुह्रे शुचयोऽनु जोषमनु श्रिया तन्वमुक्षमाणाः॥

na ya īṣante januṣo'yā nvantaḥ santo'vadyāni punānāḥ | niryadduhre śucayo'nu joṣamanu śriyā tanvamukṣamāṇāḥ ||

They shrink not from the birth; in this same manner still resting there they purge away reproaches. When they have streamed forth, brilliant, at their pleasure, with their own splendour they bedew their bodies.

मक्षू न येषु दोहसे चिदया आ नाम धृष्णु मारुतं दधानाः। न ये स्तौना अयासो मह्ना नू चित्सुदानुरव यासदुग्रान्॥

makṣū na yeṣu dohase cidayā ā nāma dhṛṣṇu mārutaṁ dadhānāḥ | na ye staunā ayāso mahnā nū citsudānurava yāsadugrān ||

Even those who bear the brave bold name of Maruts, whom not the active quickly wins for milking. Even the liberal wards not off those fierce ones, those who are light and agile in their greatness.

त इदुग्राः शवसा धृष्णुषेणा उभे युजन्त रोदसी सुमेके। अध स्मैषु रोदसी स्वशोचिरामवत्सु तस्थौ न रोकः॥

ta idugrāḥ śavasā dhṛṣṇuṣeṇā ubhe yujanta rodasī sumeke | adha smaiṣu rodasī svaśocirāmavatsu tasthau na rokaḥ ||

When, strong in strength and armed with potent weapons, they had united wellformed earth and heaven, Rodasl stood among these furious Heroes like splendour shining with her native brightness.

अनेनो वो मरुतो यामो अस्त्वनश्वश्चिद्यमजत्यरथीः। अनवसो अनभीशू रजस्तूर्वि रोदसी पथ्या याति साधन्॥

aneno vo maruto yāmo astvanaśvaścidyamajatyarathīḥ | anavaso anabhīśū rajastūrvi rodasī pathyā yāti sādhan ||

No team of goats shall draw your car, O Maruts, no horse no charioteer be he who drives it. Halting not, reinless, through the air it travels, speeding alone its paths through earth and heaven.

नास्य वर्ता न तरुता न्वस्ति मरुतो यमवथ वाजसातौ। तोके वा गोषु तनये यमप्सु स व्रजं दर्ता पार्ये अध द्योः॥

nāsya vartā na tarutā nvasti maruto yamavatha vājasātau | toke vā goṣu tanaye yamapsu sa vrajaṁ dartā pārye adha dyoḥ ||

None may obstruct, none overtake, O Maruts, him whom ye succour in the strife of battle For sons and progeny, for kine and waters: he bursts the cow-stall on the day of trial.

प्र चित्रमर्कं गृणते तुराय मारुताय स्वतवसे भरध्वम्। ये सहांसि सहसा सहन्ते रेजते अग्ने पृथिवी मखेभ्यः॥

pra citramarkaṁ gṛṇate turāya mārutāya svatavase bharadhvam | ye sahāṁsi sahasā sahante rejate agne pṛthivī makhebhyaḥ ||

Bring a bright hymn to praise the band of Maruts, the Singers, rapid, strong in native vigour, Who conquer mighty strength with strength more mighty: earth shakes in terror at their wars, O Agni.

त्विषीमन्तो अध्वरस्येव दिद्युत्तृषुच्यवसो जुह्वो नाग्नेः। अर्चत्रयो धुनयो न वीरा भ्राजज्जन्मानो मरुतो अधृष्टाः॥

tviṣīmanto adhvarasyeva didyuttṛṣucyavaso juhvo nāgneḥ | arcatrayo dhunayo na vīrā bhrājajjanmāno maruto adhṛṣṭāḥ ||

Bright like the flashing flames of sacrifices, like tongues of fire impetuous in their onset, Chanting their psalm, singing aloud, like heroes, splendid from birth, invincible, the Maruts.

तं वृधन्तं मारुतं भ्राजदृष्टिं रुद्रस्य सूनुं हवसा विवासे। दिवः शर्धाय शुचयो मनीषा गिरयो नाप उग्रा अस्पृध्रन्॥

taṁ vṛdhantaṁ mārutaṁ bhrājadṛṣṭiṁ rudrasya sūnuṁ havasā vivāse | divaḥ śardhāya śucayo manīṣā girayo nāpa ugrā aspṛdhran ||

That swelling band I call with invocation, the brood of Rudra, armed with glittering lances. Pure hymns are meet for that celestial army: like floods and mountains have the Strong Ones battled.