Sukta 76

धर्ता दिवः पवते कृत्व्यो रसो दक्षो देवानामनुमाद्यो नृभिः। हरिः सृजानो अत्यो न सत्वभिर्वृथा पाजांसि कृणुते नदीष्वा॥

dhartā divaḥ pavate kṛtvyo raso dakṣo devānāmanumādyo nṛbhiḥ | hariḥ sṛjāno atyo na satvabhirvṛthā pājāṁsi kṛṇute nadīṣvā ||

ON flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy. The Gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, impetuously winneth splendour in the streams.

शूरो न धत्त आयुधा गभस्त्योः स्वः सिषासन्रथिरो गविष्टिषु। इन्द्रस्य शुष्ममीरयन्नपस्युभिरिन्दुर्हिन्वानो अज्यते मनीषिभिः॥

śūro na dhatta āyudhā gabhastyoḥ svaḥ siṣāsanrathiro gaviṣṭiṣu | indrasya śuṣmamīrayannapasyubhirindurhinvāno ajyate manīṣibhiḥ ||

He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for the kine. Indu, while stimulating India's might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.

इन्द्रस्य सोम पवमान ऊर्मिणा तविष्यमाणो जठरेष्वा विश। प्र णः पिन्व विद्युदभ्रेव रोदसी धिया न वाजाँ उप मासि शश्वतः॥

indrasya soma pavamāna ūrmiṇā taviṣyamāṇo jaṭhareṣvā viśa | pra ṇaḥ pinva vidyudabhreva rodasī dhiyā na vājā upa māsi śaśvataḥ ||

Soma, as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou Indra's throat. Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us, as 'twere through song.

विश्वस्य राजा पवते स्वर्दृश ऋतस्य धीतिमृषिषाळवीवशत्। यः सूर्यस्यासिरेण मृज्यते पिता मतीनामसमष्टकाव्यः॥

viśvasya rājā pavate svardṛśa ṛtasya dhītimṛṣiṣāḻavīvaśat | yaḥ sūryasyāsireṇa mṛjyate pitā matīnāmasamaṣṭakāvyaḥ ||

Onward he flows, the King of all that sees the light: the Rsis' Lord hath raised the song of sacrifice; Even he who is adorned with Surya's arrowy beam, Father of hymns, whose wisdom is beyond our reach.

वृषेव यूथा परि कोशमर्षस्यपामुपस्थे वृषभः कनिक्रदत्। स इन्द्राय पवसे मत्सरिन्तमो यथा जेषाम समिथे त्वोतयः॥

vṛṣeva yūthā pari kośamarṣasyapāmupasthe vṛṣabhaḥ kanikradat | sa indrāya pavase matsarintamo yathā jeṣāma samithe tvotayaḥ ||

Like as a bull to herds, thou flowest to the pail, bellowing as a steer upon the water's lap. So, best of Cheerers, thou for Indra flowest on that we, with thy protection, may o'ercome in fight.