Sukta 20

आ गन्ता मा रिषण्यत प्रस्थावानो माप स्थाता समन्यवः। स्थिरा चिन्नमयिष्णवः॥

ā gantā mā riṣaṇyata prasthāvāno māpa sthātā samanyavaḥ | sthirā cinnamayiṣṇavaḥ ||

LET none, Swift Travellers! check you: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far away, Ye benders even of what is firm.

वीळुपविभिर्मरुत ऋभुक्षण आ रुद्रासः सुदीतिभिः। इषा नो अद्या गता पुरुस्पृहो यज्ञमा सोभरीयवः॥

vīḻupavibhirmaruta ṛbhukṣaṇa ā rudrāsaḥ sudītibhiḥ | iṣā no adyā gatā puruspṛho yajñamā sobharīyavaḥ ||

Maruts, Rbhuksans, Rudras come ye with your cars strong-fellied and exceeding bright. Come, ye for whom we long, with food, to sacrifice, come ye with love to Sobbari.

विद्मा हि रुद्रियाणां शुष्ममुग्रं मरुतां शिमीवताम्। विष्णोरेषस्य मीळ्हुषाम्॥

vidmā hi rudriyāṇāṁ śuṣmamugraṁ marutāṁ śimīvatām | viṣṇoreṣasya mīḻhuṣām ||

For well we know the vigorous might of Rudra's Sons, the Martits, who are passing strong, Swift Visnu's band, who send the rain.,

वि द्वीपानि पापतन्तिष्ठद्दुच्छुनोभे युजन्त रोदसी। प्र धन्वान्यैरत शुभ्रखादयो यदेजथ स्वभानवः॥

vi dvīpāni pāpatantiṣṭhadducchunobhe yujanta rodasī | pra dhanvānyairata śubhrakhādayo yadejatha svabhānavaḥ ||

Islands are bursting forth and misery is stayed: the heaven and earth are joined in one. Decked with bright rings, ye spread the broad expanses out, when ye, Self. luminous, stirred yourselves.

अच्युता चिद्वो अज्मन्ना नानदति पर्वतासो वनस्पतिः। भूमिर्यामेषु रेजते॥

acyutā cidvo ajmannā nānadati parvatāso vanaspatiḥ | bhūmiryāmeṣu rejate ||

Even things immovable shake and reel, the mountains and the forest trees at your approach, And the earth trembles as ye come.

अमाय वो मरुतो यातवे द्यौर्जिहीत उत्तरा बृहत्। यत्रा नरो देदिशते तनूष्वा त्वक्षांसि बाह्वोजसः॥

amāya vo maruto yātave dyaurjihīta uttarā bṛhat | yatrā naro dediśate tanūṣvā tvakṣāṁsi bāhvojasaḥ ||

To lend free course, O Maruts, to your furious rush, heaven high and higher still gives way, Where they, the Heroes mighty with their arms, display their gleaming omaments on their forms.

स्वधामनु श्रियं नरो महि त्वेषा अमवन्तो वृषप्सवः। वहन्ते अह्रुतप्सवः॥

svadhāmanu śriyaṁ naro mahi tveṣā amavanto vṛṣapsavaḥ | vahante ahrutapsavaḥ ||

After their Godlike nature they, the bull. like Heroes, dazzling and impetuous, wear Great splendour as they show erect.

गोभिर्वाणो अज्यते सोभरीणां रथे कोशे हिरण्यये। गोबन्धवः सुजातास इषे भुजे महान्तो नः स्परसे नु॥

gobhirvāṇo ajyate sobharīṇāṁ rathe kośe hiraṇyaye | gobandhavaḥ sujātāsa iṣe bhuje mahānto naḥ sparase nu ||

The pivot of the Sobharis' chariot within the golden box is balmed with milk. May they the Well-born, Mighty, kindred of the Cow, aid us to food and to delight.

प्रति वो वृषदञ्जयो वृष्णे शर्धाय मारुताय भरध्वम्। हव्या वृषप्रयाव्णे॥

prati vo vṛṣadañjayo vṛṣṇe śardhāya mārutāya bharadhvam | havyā vṛṣaprayāvṇe ||

Bring, ye who sprinkle balmy drops. oblations to your vigorous Marut company, To those whose leader is the Bull.

वृषणश्वेन मरुतो वृषप्सुना रथेन वृषनाभिना। आ श्येनासो न पक्षिणो वृथा नरो हव्या नो वीतये गत॥

vṛṣaṇaśvena maruto vṛṣapsunā rathena vṛṣanābhinā | ā śyenāso na pakṣiṇo vṛthā naro havyā no vītaye gata ||

Come hither, O ye Mares, on your stronghorsed car, solid in look, with solid naves. Lightly like winged falcons, O ye Heroes, come, come to enjoy our ofrerings.

समानमञ्ज्येषां वि भ्राजन्ते रुक्मासो अधि बाहुषु। दविद्युतत्यृष्टयः॥

samānamañjyeṣāṁ vi bhrājante rukmāso adhi bāhuṣu | davidyutatyṛṣṭayaḥ ||

Their decoration is the same: their omaments of gold are bright upon their arms; Their lances glitter splendidly.

त उग्रासो वृषण उग्रबाहवो नकिष्टनूषु येतिरे। स्थिरा धन्वान्यायुधा रथेषु वोऽनीकेष्वधि श्रियः॥

ta ugrāso vṛṣaṇa ugrabāhavo nakiṣṭanūṣu yetire | sthirā dhanvānyāyudhā ratheṣu vo'nīkeṣvadhi śriyaḥ ||

They toil not to defend their bodies from attack, strong Heroes with their mighty arms. Strong are your bows and strong the weapons in your cars, and glory sits on every face.

येषामर्णो न सप्रथो नाम त्वेषं शश्वतामेकमिद्भुजे। वयो न पित्र्यं सहः॥

yeṣāmarṇo na sapratho nāma tveṣaṁ śaśvatāmekamidbhuje | vayo na pitryaṁ sahaḥ ||

Whose name extendeth like a sea, alone, resplendent, so that all have joy in it, And life-power like ancestral might.

तान्वन्दस्व मरुतस्ताँ उप स्तुहि तेषां हि धुनीनाम्। अराणां न चरमस्तदेषां दाना मह्ना तदेषाम्॥

tānvandasva marutastā upa stuhi teṣāṁ hi dhunīnām | arāṇāṁ na caramastadeṣāṁ dānā mahnā tadeṣām ||

Pay honour to these Maruts and sing praise to them, for of the wheel-spokes of the car Of these loud roarers none is last: this is their power, this moves them to give mighty gifts.

सुभगः स व ऊतिष्वास पूर्वासु मरुतो व्युष्टिषु। यो वा नूनमुतासति॥

subhagaḥ sa va ūtiṣvāsa pūrvāsu maruto vyuṣṭiṣu | yo vā nūnamutāsati ||

Blest by your favouring help was he, O Maruts, at the earlier flushings of the morn, And even now shall he be blest.

यस्य वा यूयं प्रति वाजिनो नर आ हव्या वीतये गथ। अभि ष द्युम्नैरुत वाजसातिभिः सुम्ना वो धूतयो नशत्॥

yasya vā yūyaṁ prati vājino nara ā havyā vītaye gatha | abhi ṣa dyumnairuta vājasātibhiḥ sumnā vo dhūtayo naśat ||

The strong man to whose sacrifice, O Heroes, ye approach that ye may taste thereof, With glories and with war that winneth spoil shall gain great bliss, ye Shakers of the world.

यथा रुद्रस्य सूनवो दिवो वशन्त्यसुरस्य वेधसः। युवानस्तथेदसत्॥

yathā rudrasya sūnavo divo vaśantyasurasya vedhasaḥ | yuvānastathedasat ||

Even as Rudra's Sons, the brood of the Creator Dyaus, the Asura, desire, O Youthful Ones, so shall it be:

ये चार्हन्ति मरुतः सुदानवः स्मन्मीळ्हुषश्चरन्ति ये। अतश्चिदा न उप वस्यसा हृदा युवान आ ववृध्वम्॥

ye cārhanti marutaḥ sudānavaḥ smanmīḻhuṣaścaranti ye | ataścidā na upa vasyasā hṛdā yuvāna ā vavṛdhvam ||

And these the bounteous, worthy of the Maruts who move onward pouring down the rain- Even for their sake, O Youthful Ones, with kindest heart take us to you to be your own.

यून ऊ षु नविष्ठया वृष्णः पावकाँ अभि सोभरे गिरा। गाय गा इव चर्कृषत्॥

yūna ū ṣu naviṣṭhayā vṛṣṇaḥ pāvakā abhi sobhare girā | gāya gā iva carkṛṣat ||

O Sobhari, with newest song sing out unto the youthful purifying Bulls, Even as a plougher to his steers.

साहा ये सन्ति मुष्टिहेव हव्यो विश्वासु पृत्सु होतृषु। वृष्णश्चन्द्रान्न सुश्रवस्तमान्गिरा वन्दस्व मरुतो अह॥

sāhā ye santi muṣṭiheva havyo viśvāsu pṛtsu hotṛṣu | vṛṣṇaścandrānna suśravastamāngirā vandasva maruto aha ||

Who, like a celebrated boxer, overcome the challengers in every fight: They who, like shining bulls, are most illustrious-honour those Maruts with thy song.

गावश्चिद्घा समन्यवः सजात्येन मरुतः सबन्धवः। रिहते ककुभो मिथः॥

gāvaścidghā samanyavaḥ sajātyena marutaḥ sabandhavaḥ | rihate kakubho mithaḥ ||

Allied by common ancestry, ye Maruts, even the Cows, alike in energy, Lick, all by turns, each other's head.

मर्तश्चिद्वो नृतवो रुक्मवक्षस उप भ्रातृत्वमायति। अधि नो गात मरुतः सदा हि व आपित्वमस्ति निध्रुवि॥

martaścidvo nṛtavo rukmavakṣasa upa bhrātṛtvamāyati | adhi no gāta marutaḥ sadā hi va āpitvamasti nidhruvi ||

Even mortal man, ye Dancers breast adorned with gold, attains to brotherhood with you. Mark ye and notice us, O Maruts; evermore your friendship is secured to us.

मरुतो मारुतस्य न आ भेषजस्य वहता सुदानवः। यूयं सखायः सप्तयः॥

maruto mārutasya na ā bheṣajasya vahatā sudānavaḥ | yūyaṁ sakhāyaḥ saptayaḥ ||

O Maruts, rich in noble gifts, bring us a portion of the Maruts' medicine, Ye Coursers who are Friends to us.

याभिः सिन्धुमवथ याभिस्तूर्वथ याभिर्दशस्यथा क्रिविम्। मयो नो भूतोतिभिर्मयोभुवः शिवाभिरसचद्विषः॥

yābhiḥ sindhumavatha yābhistūrvatha yābhirdaśasyathā krivim | mayo no bhūtotibhirmayobhuvaḥ śivābhirasacadviṣaḥ ||

Haters of those who serve you not, bliss-bringers, bring us bliss with those auspicious aids Wherewith ye are victorious and guard Sindhu well, and succour Krvi in his need.

यत्सिन्धौ यदसिक्न्यां यत्समुद्रेषु मरुतः सुबर्हिषः। यत्पर्वतेषु भेषजम्॥

yatsindhau yadasiknyāṁ yatsamudreṣu marutaḥ subarhiṣaḥ | yatparvateṣu bheṣajam ||

Maruts, who rest on fair trimmed grass, what balm soever Sindhu or Asikni hath, Or mountains or the seas contain.

विश्वं पश्यन्तो बिभृथा तनूष्वा तेना नो अधि वोचत। क्षमा रपो मरुत आतुरस्य न इष्कर्ता विह्रुतं पुनः॥

viśvaṁ paśyanto bibhṛthā tanūṣvā tenā no adhi vocata | kṣamā rapo maruta āturasya na iṣkartā vihrutaṁ punaḥ ||

Ye carry on your bodies, ye who see it all: so bless us graciously therewith. Cast, Maruts, to the ground our sick man's malady: replace the dislocated limb.