Sukta 76

आ व ऋञ्जस ऊर्जां व्युष्टिष्विन्द्रं मरुतो रोदसी अनक्तन। उभे यथा नो अहनी सचाभुवा सदःसदो वरिवस्यात उद्भिदा॥

ā va ṛñjasa ūrjāṁ vyuṣṭiṣvindraṁ maruto rodasī anaktana | ubhe yathā no ahanī sacābhuvā sadaḥsado varivasyāta udbhidā ||

I GRASP at you when power and strength begin to dawn: bedew ye, Indra and the Maruts, Heaven and Earth, That Day and Night, in every hall of sacrifice, may wait on us and bless us when they first spring forth.

तदु श्रेष्ठं सवनं सुनोतनात्यो न हस्तयतो अद्रिः सोतरि। विदद्ध्यर्यो अभिभूति पौंस्यं महो राये चित्तरुते यदर्वतः॥

tadu śreṣṭhaṁ savanaṁ sunotanātyo na hastayato adriḥ sotari | vidaddhyaryo abhibhūti pauṁsyaṁ maho rāye cittarute yadarvataḥ ||

Press the libation out, most excellent of all: the Pressing-stone is grasped like a hand-guided steed. So let it win the valour that subdues the foe, and the fleet courser's might that speeds to ample wealth.

तदिद्ध्यस्य सवनं विवेरपो यथा पुरा मनवे गातुमश्रेत्। गोअर्णसि त्वाष्ट्रे अश्वनिर्णिजि प्रेमध्वरेष्वध्वराँ अशिश्रयुः॥

tadiddhyasya savanaṁ viverapo yathā purā manave gātumaśret | goarṇasi tvāṣṭre aśvanirṇiji premadhvareṣvadhvarā aśiśrayuḥ ||

Juice that this Stone pours out removes defect of ours, as in old time it brought prosperity to man. At sacrifices they established holy rites on Tvastar's milk-blent juice bright with the hue of steeds.

अप हत रक्षसो भङ्गुरावतः स्कभायत निरृतिं सेधतामतिम्। आ नो रयिं सर्ववीरं सुनोतन देवाव्यं भरत श्लोकमद्रयः॥

apa hata rakṣaso bhaṅgurāvataḥ skabhāyata nirṛtiṁ sedhatāmatim | ā no rayiṁ sarvavīraṁ sunotana devāvyaṁ bharata ślokamadrayaḥ ||

Drive ye the treacherous demons far away from us: keep Nirrti afar and banish Penury. Pour riches forth for us with troops of hero sons, and bear ye up, O Stones, the song that visits Gods.

दिवश्चिदा वोऽमवत्तरेभ्यो विभ्वना चिदाश्वपस्तरेभ्यः। वायोश्चिदा सोमरभस्तरेभ्योऽग्नेश्चिदर्च पितुकृत्तरेभ्यः॥

divaścidā vo'mavattarebhyo vibhvanā cidāśvapastarebhyaḥ | vāyościdā somarabhastarebhyo'gneścidarca pitukṛttarebhyaḥ ||

To you who are more mighty than the heavens themselves, who, finishing your task with more than Vibhvan's speed, More rapidly than Vayu seize the Soma juice, better than Agni give us food, to you I sing.

भुरन्तु नो यशसः सोत्वन्धसो ग्रावाणो वाचा दिविता दिवित्मता। नरो यत्र दुहते काम्यं मध्वाघोषयन्तो अभितो मिथस्तुरः॥

bhurantu no yaśasaḥ sotvandhaso grāvāṇo vācā divitā divitmatā | naro yatra duhate kāmyaṁ madhvāghoṣayanto abhito mithasturaḥ ||

Stirred be the glorious Stones: let it press out the juice, the Stone with heavenly song that reaches up to heaven, There where the men draw forth the meath for which they long, sending their voice around in rivalry of speed.

सुन्वन्ति सोमं रथिरासो अद्रयो निरस्य रसं गविषो दुहन्ति ते। दुहन्त्यूधरुपसेचनाय कं नरो हव्या न मर्जयन्त आसभिः॥

sunvanti somaṁ rathirāso adrayo nirasya rasaṁ gaviṣo duhanti te | duhantyūdharupasecanāya kaṁ naro havyā na marjayanta āsabhiḥ ||

The Stones press out the Soma, swift as car-borne men, and, eager for the spoil, drain forth the sap thereof To fill the beaker, they exhaust the udder's store, as the men purify oblations with their lips.

एते नरः स्वपसो अभूतन य इन्द्राय सुनुथ सोममद्रयः। वामंवामं वो दिव्याय धाम्ने वसुवसु वः पार्थिवाय सुन्वते॥

ete naraḥ svapaso abhūtana ya indrāya sunutha somamadrayaḥ | vāmaṁvāmaṁ vo divyāya dhāmne vasuvasu vaḥ pārthivāya sunvate ||

Ye, present men, have been most skilful in your work, even ye, O Stones who pressed Soma for Indra's drink. May all ye have of fair go to the Heavenly Race, and all your treasure to the earthly worshipper.