Sukta 99

परो मात्रया तन्वा वृधान न ते महित्वमन्वश्नुवन्ति। उभे ते विद्म रजसी पृथिव्या विष्णो देव त्वं परमस्य वित्से॥

paro mātrayā tanvā vṛdhāna na te mahitvamanvaśnuvanti | ubhe te vidma rajasī pṛthivyā viṣṇo deva tvaṁ paramasya vitse ||

MEN come not nigh thy majesty who growest beyond all bound and measure with thy body. Both thy two regions of the earth, O Visnu, we know: thou God, knowest the highest also.

न ते विष्णो जायमानो न जातो देव महिम्नः परमन्तमाप। उदस्तभ्ना नाकमृष्वं बृहन्तं दाधर्थ प्राचीं ककुभं पृथिव्याः॥

na te viṣṇo jāyamāno na jāto deva mahimnaḥ paramantamāpa | udastabhnā nākamṛṣvaṁ bṛhantaṁ dādhartha prācīṁ kakubhaṁ pṛthivyāḥ ||

None who is born or being born, God Visnu, hath reached the utmost limit of thy grandeur. The vast high vault of heaven hast thou supported, and fixed earth's eastern pinnacle securely.

इरावती धेनुमती हि भूतं सूयवसिनी मनुषे दशस्या। व्यस्तभ्ना रोदसी विष्णवेते दाधर्थ पृथिवीमभितो मयूखैः॥

irāvatī dhenumatī hi bhūtaṁ sūyavasinī manuṣe daśasyā | vyastabhnā rodasī viṣṇavete dādhartha pṛthivīmabhito mayūkhaiḥ ||

Rich in sweet food be ye, and rich in milch-kine, with fertile pastures, fain to do men service. Both these worlds, Visnu, hast thou stayed asunder, and firmly fixed the earth with pegs around it.

उरुं यज्ञाय चक्रथुरु लोकं जनयन्ता सूर्यमुषासमग्निम्। दासस्य चिद्वृषशिप्रस्य माया जघ्नथुर्नरा पृतनाज्येषु॥

uruṁ yajñāya cakrathuru lokaṁ janayantā sūryamuṣāsamagnim | dāsasya cidvṛṣaśiprasya māyā jaghnathurnarā pṛtanājyeṣu ||

Ye have made spacious room for sacrificing by generating Surya, Dawn, and Agni. O Heroes, ye have conquered in your battles even the bull-jawed Dasa's wiles and magic.

इन्द्राविष्णू दृंहिताः शम्बरस्य नव पुरो नवतिं च श्नथिष्टम्। शतं वर्चिनः सहस्रं च साकं हथो अप्रत्यसुरस्य वीरान्॥

indrāviṣṇū dṛṁhitāḥ śambarasya nava puro navatiṁ ca śnathiṣṭam | śataṁ varcinaḥ sahasraṁ ca sākaṁ hatho apratyasurasya vīrān ||

Ye have destroyed, thou, Indra, and thou Visnu, Sambara's nine-and-ninety fenced castles. Ye Twain smote down a hundred times a thousand resistless heroes of the royal Varcin.

इयं मनीषा बृहती बृहन्तोरुक्रमा तवसा वर्धयन्ती। ररे वां स्तोमं विदथेषु विष्णो पिन्वतमिषो वृजनेष्विन्द्र॥

iyaṁ manīṣā bṛhatī bṛhantorukramā tavasā vardhayantī | rare vāṁ stomaṁ vidatheṣu viṣṇo pinvatamiṣo vṛjaneṣvindra ||

This is the lofty hymn of praise, exalting the Lords of Mighty Stride, the strong and lofty. I laud you in the solemn synods, Visnu: pour ye food on us in our camps, O Indra.

वषट् ते विष्णवास आ कृणोमि तन्मे जुषस्व शिपिविष्ट हव्यम्। वर्धन्तु त्वा सुष्टुतयो गिरो मे यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

vaṣaṭ te viṣṇavāsa ā kṛṇomi tanme juṣasva śipiviṣṭa havyam | vardhantu tvā suṣṭutayo giro me yūyaṁ pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ ||

O Visnu, unto thee my lips cry Vasat! Let this mine offering, Sipivista, please thee. May these my songs of eulogy exalt thee. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.