Sukta 137

उत देवा अवहितं देवा उन्नयथा पुनः। उतागश्चक्रुषं देवा देवा जीवयथा पुनः॥

uta devā avahitaṁ devā unnayathā punaḥ | utāgaścakruṣaṁ devā devā jīvayathā punaḥ ||

YE Gods, raise up once more the man whom ye have humbled and brought low. O Gods, restore to life again the man who hatb committed sin.

द्वाविमौ वातौ वात आ सिन्धोरा परावतः। दक्षं ते अन्य आ वातु परान्यो वातु यद्रपः॥

dvāvimau vātau vāta ā sindhorā parāvataḥ | dakṣaṁ te anya ā vātu parānyo vātu yadrapaḥ ||

Two several winds are blowing here, from Sindhu, from a distant land. May one breathe energy to thee, the other blow disease away.

आ वात वाहि भेषजं वि वात वाहि यद्रपः। त्वं हि विश्वभेषजो देवानां दूत ईयसे॥

ā vāta vāhi bheṣajaṁ vi vāta vāhi yadrapaḥ | tvaṁ hi viśvabheṣajo devānāṁ dūta īyase ||

Hither, O Wind, blow healing balm, blow all disease away, thou Wind; For thou who hast all medicine comest as envoy of the Gods.

आ त्वागमं शंतातिभिरथो अरिष्टतातिभिः। दक्षं ते भद्रमाभार्षं परा यक्ष्मं सुवामि ते॥

ā tvāgamaṁ śaṁtātibhiratho ariṣṭatātibhiḥ | dakṣaṁ te bhadramābhārṣaṁ parā yakṣmaṁ suvāmi te ||

I am come nigh to thee with balms to give thee rest and keep thee safe. I bring thee blessed strength, I drive thy weakening malady away.

त्रायन्तामिह देवास्त्रायतां मरुतां गणः। त्रायन्तां विश्वा भूतानि यथायमरपा असत्॥

trāyantāmiha devāstrāyatāṁ marutāṁ gaṇaḥ | trāyantāṁ viśvā bhūtāni yathāyamarapā asat ||

Here let the Gods deliver him, the Maruts' band deliver him: All things that be deliver him that he be freed from his disease.

आप इद्वा उ भेषजीरापो अमीवचातनीः। आपः सर्वस्य भेषजीस्तास्ते कृण्वन्तु भेषजम्॥

āpa idvā u bheṣajīrāpo amīvacātanīḥ | āpaḥ sarvasya bheṣajīstāste kṛṇvantu bheṣajam ||

The Waters have their healing power, the Waters drive disease away. The Waters have a balm for all: let them make medicine for thee.

हस्ताभ्यां दशशाखाभ्यां जिह्वा वाचः पुरोगवी। अनामयित्नुभ्यां त्वा ताभ्यां त्वोप स्पृशामसि॥

hastābhyāṁ daśaśākhābhyāṁ jihvā vācaḥ purogavī | anāmayitnubhyāṁ tvā tābhyāṁ tvopa spṛśāmasi ||

The tongue that leads the voice precedes. Then with our ten-fold branching hands, With these two chasers of disease we stroke thee with a gentle touch.