Sukta 67

विश्वेषां वः सतां ज्येष्ठतमा गीर्भिर्मित्रावरुणा वावृधध्यै। सं या रश्मेव यमतुर्यमिष्ठा द्वा जनाँ असमा बाहुभिः स्वैः॥

viśveṣāṁ vaḥ satāṁ jyeṣṭhatamā gīrbhirmitrāvaruṇā vāvṛdhadhyai | saṁ yā raśmeva yamaturyamiṣṭhā dvā janā asamā bāhubhiḥ svaiḥ ||

NOW Mitra-Varuna shall be exalted high by your songs, noblest of all existing; They who, as 'twere with reins are best Controllers, unequalled with their arms to check the people.

इयं मद्वां प्र स्तृणीते मनीषोप प्रिया नमसा बर्हिरच्छ। यन्तं नो मित्रावरुणावधृष्टं छर्दिर्यद्वां वरूथ्यं सुदानू॥

iyaṁ madvāṁ pra stṛṇīte manīṣopa priyā namasā barhiraccha | yantaṁ no mitrāvaruṇāvadhṛṣṭaṁ chardiryadvāṁ varūthyaṁ sudānū ||

To you Two Gods is this my thought extended, turned to the sacred grass with loving homage. Give us, O Mitra-Varuna, a dwelling safe from attack, which ye shall guard, Boon-Givers!

आ यातं मित्रावरुणा सुशस्त्युप प्रिया नमसा हूयमाना। सं यावप्नःस्थो अपसेव जनाञ्छ्रुधीयतश्चिद्यतथो महित्वा॥

ā yātaṁ mitrāvaruṇā suśastyupa priyā namasā hūyamānā | saṁ yāvapnaḥstho apaseva janāñchrudhīyataścidyatatho mahitvā ||

Come hither, Mitra-Varuna, invited with eulogies and loving adoration, Ye who with your might, as Work-Controllers, urge even men who quickly hear to labour.

अश्वा न या वाजिना पूतबन्धू ऋता यद्गर्भमदितिर्भरध्यै। प्र या महि महान्ता जायमाना घोरा मर्ताय रिपवे नि दीधः॥

aśvā na yā vājinā pūtabandhū ṛtā yadgarbhamaditirbharadhyai | pra yā mahi mahāntā jāyamānā ghorā martāya ripave ni dīdhaḥ ||

Whom, of pure origin, like two strong horses, Aditi bore as babes in proper season, Whom, Mighty at your birth, the Mighty Goddess brought forth as terrors to the mortal foeman.

विश्वे यद्वां मंहना मन्दमानाः क्षत्रं देवासो अदधुः सजोषाः। परि यद्भूथो रोदसी चिदुर्वी सन्ति स्पशो अदब्धासो अमूराः॥

viśve yadvāṁ maṁhanā mandamānāḥ kṣatraṁ devāso adadhuḥ sajoṣāḥ | pari yadbhūtho rodasī cidurvī santi spaśo adabdhāso amūrāḥ ||

As all the Gods in their great joy and gladness gave you with one accord your high dominion, As ye surround both worlds, though wide and spacious your spies are ever true and never bewildered.

ता हि क्षत्रं धारयेथे अनु द्यून्दृंहेथे सानुमुपमादिव द्योः। दृळ्हो नक्षत्र उत विश्वदेवो भूमिमातान्द्यां धासिनायोः॥

tā hi kṣatraṁ dhārayethe anu dyūndṛṁhethe sānumupamādiva dyoḥ | dṛḻho nakṣatra uta viśvadevo bhūmimātāndyāṁ dhāsināyoḥ ||

So, through the days maintaining princely power. ye prop the height as 'twere from loftiest heaven. The Star of all the Gods, established, filleth the heaven and earth with food of man who liveth.

ता विग्रं धैथे जठरं पृणध्या आ यत्सद्म सभृतयः पृणन्ति। न मृष्यन्ते युवतयोऽवाता वि यत्पयो विश्वजिन्वा भरन्ते॥

tā vigraṁ dhaithe jaṭharaṁ pṛṇadhyā ā yatsadma sabhṛtayaḥ pṛṇanti | na mṛṣyante yuvatayo'vātā vi yatpayo viśvajinvā bharante ||

Take the strong drink, to quaff till ye are sated, when he and his attendants fill the chamber. The young Maids brook not that none seeks to win them, when, Quickeners of all! they scatter moisture.

ता जिह्वया सदमेदं सुमेधा आ यद्वां सत्यो अरतिरृते भूत्। तद्वां महित्वं घृतान्नावस्तु युवं दाशुषे वि चयिष्टमंहः॥

tā jihvayā sadamedaṁ sumedhā ā yadvāṁ satyo aratirṛte bhūt | tadvāṁ mahitvaṁ ghṛtānnāvastu yuvaṁ dāśuṣe vi cayiṣṭamaṁhaḥ ||

So with your tongue come ever, when your envoy, faithful and very wise, attends our worship. Nourished by holy oil! he this yGur glory: annihilate the sacrificer's trouble.

प्र यद्वां मित्रावरुणा स्पूर्धन्प्रिया धाम युवधिता मिनन्ति। न ये देवास ओहसा न मर्ता अयज्ञसाचो अप्यो न पुत्राः॥

pra yadvāṁ mitrāvaruṇā spūrdhanpriyā dhāma yuvadhitā minanti | na ye devāsa ohasā na martā ayajñasāco apyo na putrāḥ ||

When, Mitra-Varuna, they strive against you and break tlie friendly laws ye have established, They, neither Gods nor men in estimation, like Api's sons have godless sacrifices.

वि यद्वाचं कीस्तासो भरन्ते शंसन्ति के चिन्निविदो मनानाः। आद्वां ब्रवाम सत्यान्युक्था नकिर्देवेभिर्यतथो महित्वा॥

vi yadvācaṁ kīstāso bharante śaṁsanti ke cinnivido manānāḥ | ādvāṁ bravāma satyānyukthā nakirdevebhiryatatho mahitvā ||

When singers in their song uplift their voices, some chant the Nivid texts with steady purpose. Then may we sing you lauds that shall be fruitful: dp ye not rival all the Gods in greatness?

अवोरित्था वां छर्दिषो अभिष्टौ युवोर्मित्रावरुणावस्कृधोयु। अनु यद्गावः स्फुरानृजिप्यं धृष्णुं यद्रणे वृषणं युनजन्॥

avoritthā vāṁ chardiṣo abhiṣṭau yuvormitrāvaruṇāvaskṛdhoyu | anu yadgāvaḥ sphurānṛjipyaṁ dhṛṣṇuṁ yadraṇe vṛṣaṇaṁ yunajan ||

O Mitra-Varuna, may your large bounty come to us hither, near to this our dwelling, When the kine haste to us, and when they harness the fleet-foot mettled stallion for the battle.