Sukta 59

यं त्रायध्व इदमिदं देवासो यं च नयथ। तस्मा अग्ने वरुण मित्रार्यमन्मरुतः शर्म यच्छत॥

yaṁ trāyadhva idamidaṁ devāso yaṁ ca nayatha | tasmā agne varuṇa mitrāryamanmarutaḥ śarma yacchata ||

WHOMSO ye rescue here and there, whomso ye guide, O Deities, To him give shelter, Agni, Mitra, Varuna, ye Maruts, and thou Aryaman.

युष्माकं देवा अवसाहनि प्रिय ईजानस्तरति द्विषः। प्र स क्षयं तिरते वि महीरिषो यो वो वराय दाशति॥

yuṣmākaṁ devā avasāhani priya ījānastarati dviṣaḥ | pra sa kṣayaṁ tirate vi mahīriṣo yo vo varāya dāśati ||

Through your kind favour, Gods, on some auspicious day, the worshipper subdues his foes. That man increases home and strengthening ample food who brings you offerings as ye list.

नहि वश्चरमं चन वसिष्ठः परिमंसते। अस्माकमद्य मरुतः सुते सचा विश्वे पिबत कामिनः॥

nahi vaścaramaṁ cana vasiṣṭhaḥ parimaṁsate | asmākamadya marutaḥ sute sacā viśve pibata kāminaḥ ||

Vasistha will not overlook the lowliest one among you all. O Maruts, of our Soma juice effused to-day drink all of you with eager haste.

नहि व ऊतिः पृतनासु मर्धति यस्मा अराध्वं नरः। अभि व आवर्त्सुमतिर्नवीयसी तूयं यात पिपीषवः॥

nahi va ūtiḥ pṛtanāsu mardhati yasmā arādhvaṁ naraḥ | abhi va āvartsumatirnavīyasī tūyaṁ yāta pipīṣavaḥ ||

Your succour in the battle injures not the man to whom ye, Heroes, grant your gifts. May your most recent favour turn to us again. Come quickly, ye who fain would drink.

ओ षु घृष्विराधसो यातनान्धांसि पीतये। इमा वो हव्या मरुतो ररे हि कं मो ष्वन्यत्र गन्तन॥

o ṣu ghṛṣvirādhaso yātanāndhāṁsi pītaye | imā vo havyā maruto rare hi kaṁ mo ṣvanyatra gantana ||

Come hitherward to drink the juice, O ye whose bounties give you joy. These offerings are for you, these, Maruts, I present. Go not to any place but this.

आ च नो बर्हिः सदताविता च नः स्पार्हाणि दातवे वसु। अस्रेधन्तो मरुतः सोम्ये मधौ स्वाहेह मादयाध्वै॥

ā ca no barhiḥ sadatāvitā ca naḥ spārhāṇi dātave vasu | asredhanto marutaḥ somye madhau svāheha mādayādhvai ||

Sit on our sacred grass, be graciously inclined to give the wealth for which we long, To take delight, ye Maruts, Friends of all, with Svaha, in sweet Soma juice.

सस्वश्चिद्धि तन्वः शुम्भमाना आ हंसासो नीलपृष्ठा अपप्तन्। विश्वं शर्धो अभितो मा नि षेद नरो न रण्वाः सवने मदन्तः॥

sasvaściddhi tanvaḥ śumbhamānā ā haṁsāso nīlapṛṣṭhā apaptan | viśvaṁ śardho abhito mā ni ṣeda naro na raṇvāḥ savane madantaḥ ||

Decking the beauty of their forms in secret the Swans with purple backs have flown down hither. Around me all the Company hath settled, like joyous Heroes glad in our libation.

यो नो मरुतो अभि दुर्हृणायुस्तिरश्चित्तानि वसवो जिघांसति। द्रुहः पाशान्प्रति स मुचीष्ट तपिष्ठेन हन्मना हन्तना तम्॥

yo no maruto abhi durhṛṇāyustiraścittāni vasavo jighāṁsati | druhaḥ pāśānprati sa mucīṣṭa tapiṣṭhena hanmanā hantanā tam ||

Maruts, the man whose wrath is hard to master, he who would slay us ere we think, O Vasus, May he be tangled in the toils of mischief; smite ye him down with your most flaming weapon.

सांतपना इदं हविर्मरुतस्तज्जुजुष्टन। युष्माकोती रिशादसः॥

sāṁtapanā idaṁ havirmarutastajjujuṣṭana | yuṣmākotī riśādasaḥ ||

O Maruts, ye consuming Gods, enjoy this offering brought for you, To help us, ye who slay the foe.

गृहमेधास आ गत मरुतो माप भूतन। युष्माकोती सुदानवः॥

gṛhamedhāsa ā gata maruto māpa bhūtana | yuṣmākotī sudānavaḥ ||

Sharers of household sacrifice, come, Maruts, stay not far away, That ye may help us, Bounteous Ones.

इहेह वः स्वतवसः कवयः सूर्यत्वचः। यज्ञं मरुत आ वृणे॥

iheha vaḥ svatavasaḥ kavayaḥ sūryatvacaḥ | yajñaṁ maruta ā vṛṇe ||

Here, Self-strong Maruts, yea, even here. ye Sages with your sunbright skins I dedicate your sacrifice.

त्र्यम्बकं यजामहे सुगन्धिं पुष्टिवर्धनम्। उर्वारुकमिव बन्धनान्मृत्योर्मुक्षीय मामृतात्॥

tryambakaṁ yajāmahe sugandhiṁ puṣṭivardhanam | urvārukamiva bandhanānmṛtyormukṣīya māmṛtāt ||

Tryambaka we worship, sweet augmenter of prosperity. As from its stem the cucumber, so may I be released from death, not reft of immortality.