Sukta 114

घर्मा समन्ता त्रिवृतं व्यापतुस्तयोर्जुष्टिं मातरिश्वा जगाम। दिवस्पयो दिधिषाणा अवेषन्विदुर्देवाः सहसामानमर्कम्॥

gharmā samantā trivṛtaṁ vyāpatustayorjuṣṭiṁ mātariśvā jagāma | divaspayo didhiṣāṇā aveṣanvidurdevāḥ sahasāmānamarkam ||

Two perfect springs of heat pervade the Threefold, and come for their delight is Matarisvan. Craving the milk of heaven the Gods are present: well do they know the praisesong and the Saman.

तिस्रो देष्ट्राय निरृतीरुपासते दीर्घश्रुतो वि हि जानन्ति वह्नयः। तासां नि चिक्युः कवयो निदानं परेषु या गुह्येषु व्रतेषु॥

tisro deṣṭrāya nirṛtīrupāsate dīrghaśruto vi hi jānanti vahnayaḥ | tāsāṁ ni cikyuḥ kavayo nidānaṁ pareṣu yā guhyeṣu vrateṣu ||

The priests beard far away, as they are ordered, serve the three Nirrtis, for well they know them. Sages have traced the cause that first produced them, dwelling in distant and mysterious chambers.

चतुष्कपर्दा युवतिः सुपेशा घृतप्रतीका वयुनानि वस्ते। तस्यां सुपर्णा वृषणा नि षेदतुर्यत्र देवा दधिरे भागधेयम्॥

catuṣkapardā yuvatiḥ supeśā ghṛtapratīkā vayunāni vaste | tasyāṁ suparṇā vṛṣaṇā ni ṣedaturyatra devā dadhire bhāgadheyam ||

The Youthful One, well-shaped, with four locks braided, brightened with oil, puts on the ordinances. Two Birds of mighty power are seated near her, there where the Deities receive their portion.

एकः सुपर्णः स समुद्रमा विवेश स इदं विश्वं भुवनं वि चष्टे। तं पाकेन मनसापश्यमन्तितस्तं माता रेळ्हि स उ रेळ्हि मातरम्॥

ekaḥ suparṇaḥ sa samudramā viveśa sa idaṁ viśvaṁ bhuvanaṁ vi caṣṭe | taṁ pākena manasāpaśyamantitastaṁ mātā reḻhi sa u reḻhi mātaram ||

One of these Birds hath passed into the sea of air: thence he looks round and views this universal world. With simple heart I have beheld him from anear: his Mother kisses him and he returns her kiss.

सुपर्णं विप्राः कवयो वचोभिरेकं सन्तं बहुधा कल्पयन्ति। छन्दांसि च दधतो अध्वरेषु ग्रहान्सोमस्य मिमते द्वादश॥

suparṇaṁ viprāḥ kavayo vacobhirekaṁ santaṁ bahudhā kalpayanti | chandāṁsi ca dadhato adhvareṣu grahānsomasya mimate dvādaśa ||

Him with fair wings though only One in nature, wise singers shape, with songs, in many figures. While they at sacrifices fix the metres, they measure out twelve chalices of Soma.

षट्त्रिंशाँश्च चतुरः कल्पयन्तश्छन्दांसि च दधत आद्वादशम्। यज्ञं विमाय कवयो मनीष ऋक्सामाभ्यां प्र रथं वर्तयन्ति॥

ṣaṭtriṁśāśca caturaḥ kalpayantaśchandāṁsi ca dadhata ādvādaśam | yajñaṁ vimāya kavayo manīṣa ṛksāmābhyāṁ pra rathaṁ vartayanti ||

While they arrange the four and six-and-thirty, and duly order, up to twelve, the measures, Having disposed the sacrifice thoughtful sages send the Car forward with the Rc and Saman.

चतुर्दशान्ये महिमानो अस्य तं धीरा वाचा प्र णयन्ति सप्त। आप्नानं तीर्थं क इह प्र वोचद्येन पथा प्रपिबन्ते सुतस्य॥

caturdaśānye mahimāno asya taṁ dhīrā vācā pra ṇayanti sapta | āpnānaṁ tīrthaṁ ka iha pra vocadyena pathā prapibante sutasya ||

The Chariot's majesties are fourteen others: seven sages lead it onward with their Voices. Who will declare to us the ford Apnana, the path whereby they drink first draughts of Soma?

सहस्रधा पञ्चदशान्युक्था यावद्द्यावापृथिवी तावदित्तत्। सहस्रधा महिमानः सहस्रं यावद्ब्रह्म विष्ठितं तावती वाक्॥

sahasradhā pañcadaśānyukthā yāvaddyāvāpṛthivī tāvadittat | sahasradhā mahimānaḥ sahasraṁ yāvadbrahma viṣṭhitaṁ tāvatī vāk ||

The fifteen lauds are in a thousand places that is as vast as heaven and earth in measure. A thousand spots contain the mighty thousand. Vak spreadeth forth as far as Prayer extendeth.

कश्छन्दसां योगमा वेद धीरः को धिष्ण्यां प्रति वाचं पपाद। कमृत्विजामष्टमं शूरमाहुर्हरी इन्द्रस्य नि चिकाय कः स्वित्॥

kaśchandasāṁ yogamā veda dhīraḥ ko dhiṣṇyāṁ prati vācaṁ papāda | kamṛtvijāmaṣṭamaṁ śūramāhurharī indrasya ni cikāya kaḥ svit ||

What sage hath learned the metres' application? Who hath gained Vak, the spirit's aim and object? Which ministering priest is called eighth Hero? Who then hath tracked the two Bay Steeds of Indra?

भूम्या अन्तं पर्येके चरन्ति रथस्य धूर्षु युक्तासो अस्थुः। श्रमस्य दायं वि भजन्त्येभ्यो यदा यमो भवति हर्म्ये हितः॥

bhūmyā antaṁ paryeke caranti rathasya dhūrṣu yuktāso asthuḥ | śramasya dāyaṁ vi bhajantyebhyo yadā yamo bhavati harmye hitaḥ ||

Yoked to his chariot-pole there stood the Coursers: they only travel round earth's farthest limits. These, when their driver in his home is settled, receive the allotted meed of their exertion.