Sukta 55

अमीवहा वास्तोष्पते विश्वा रूपाण्याविशन्। सखा सुशेव एधि नः॥

amīvahā vāstoṣpate viśvā rūpāṇyāviśan | sakhā suśeva edhi naḥ ||

VASTOSPATI, who killest all disease and wearest every form, Be an auspicious Friend to us.

यदर्जुन सारमेय दतः पिशङ्ग यच्छसे। वीव भ्राजन्त ऋष्टय उप स्रक्वेषु बप्सतो नि षु स्वप॥

yadarjuna sārameya dataḥ piśaṅga yacchase | vīva bhrājanta ṛṣṭaya upa srakveṣu bapsato ni ṣu svapa ||

When, O bright Son of Sarama, thou showest, tawny-hued! thy teeth, They gleam like lances' points within thy mouth when thou wouldst bite; go thou to steep.

स्तेनं राय सारमेय तस्करं वा पुनःसर। स्तोतॄनिन्द्रस्य रायसि किमस्मान्दुच्छुनायसे नि षु स्वप॥

stenaṁ rāya sārameya taskaraṁ vā punaḥsara | stotṝnindrasya rāyasi kimasmānducchunāyase ni ṣu svapa ||

Sarama's Son, retrace thy way: bark at the robber and the thief. At Indra's singers barkest thou? Why dust thou seek to terrify us? Go to sleep.

त्वं सूकरस्य दर्दृहि तव दर्दर्तु सूकरः। स्तोतॄनिन्द्रस्य रायसि किमस्मान्दुच्छुनायसे नि षु स्वप॥

tvaṁ sūkarasya dardṛhi tava dardartu sūkaraḥ | stotṝnindrasya rāyasi kimasmānducchunāyase ni ṣu svapa ||

Be on thy guard against the boar, and let the boar beware of thee. At Indra's singers barkest thou? Why dost thou seek to terrify us? Go to sleep.

सस्तु माता सस्तु पिता सस्तु श्वा सस्तु विश्पतिः। ससन्तु सर्वे ज्ञातयः सस्त्वयमभितो जनः॥

sastu mātā sastu pitā sastu śvā sastu viśpatiḥ | sasantu sarve jñātayaḥ sastvayamabhito janaḥ ||

Sleep mother, let the father sleep, sleep dog and master of the house. Let all the kinsmen sleep, sleep all the people who are round about.

य आस्ते यश्च चरति यश्च पश्यति नो जनः। तेषां सं हन्मो अक्षाणि यथेदं हर्म्यं तथा॥

ya āste yaśca carati yaśca paśyati no janaḥ | teṣāṁ saṁ hanmo akṣāṇi yathedaṁ harmyaṁ tathā ||

The man who sits, the man who walks, and whosoever looks on us, Of these we closely shut the eyes, even as we closely shut this house.

सहस्रशृङ्गो वृषभो यः समुद्रादुदाचरत्। तेना सहस्येना वयं नि जनान्स्वापयामसि॥

sahasraśṛṅgo vṛṣabho yaḥ samudrādudācarat | tenā sahasyenā vayaṁ ni janānsvāpayāmasi ||

The Bull who hath a thousand horns, who rises up from out the sea,- By him the Strong and Mighty One we lull and make the people sleep.

प्रोष्ठेशया वह्येशया नारीर्यास्तल्पशीवरीः। स्त्रियो याः पुण्यगन्धास्ताः सर्वाः स्वापयामसि॥

proṣṭheśayā vahyeśayā nārīryāstalpaśīvarīḥ | striyo yāḥ puṇyagandhāstāḥ sarvāḥ svāpayāmasi ||

The women sleeping in the court, lying without, or stretched on beds, The matrons with their odorous sweetsthese, one and all, we lull to sleep.