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आ ते पितर्मरुतां सुम्नमेतु मा नः सूर्यस्य संदृशो युयोथाः। अभि नो वीरो अर्वति क्षमेत प्र जायेमहि रुद्र प्रजाभिः॥

ā te pitarmarutāṁ sumnametu mā naḥ sūryasya saṁdṛśo yuyothāḥ | abhi no vīro arvati kṣameta pra jāyemahi rudra prajābhiḥ ||

FATHER of Maruts, let thy bliss approach us: exclude us not from looking on the sunlight. Gracious to our fleet courser be the Hero may we transplant us, Rudra, in our children.

त्वादत्तेभी रुद्र शंतमेभिः शतं हिमा अशीय भेषजेभिः। व्यस्मद्द्वेषो वितरं व्यंहो व्यमीवाश्चातयस्वा विषूचीः॥

tvādattebhī rudra śaṁtamebhiḥ śataṁ himā aśīya bheṣajebhiḥ | vyasmaddveṣo vitaraṁ vyaṁho vyamīvāścātayasvā viṣūcīḥ ||

With the most saving medicines which thou givest, Rudra, may I attain a hundred winters. Far from us banish enmity and hatred, and to all quarters maladies and trouble.

श्रेष्ठो जातस्य रुद्र श्रियासि तवस्तमस्तवसां वज्रबाहो। पर्षि णः पारमंहसः स्वस्ति विश्वा अभीती रपसो युयोधि॥

śreṣṭho jātasya rudra śriyāsi tavastamastavasāṁ vajrabāho | parṣi ṇaḥ pāramaṁhasaḥ svasti viśvā abhītī rapaso yuyodhi ||

Chief of all born art thou in glory, Rudra, armed with the thunder, mightiest of the mighty. Transport us over trouble to well-being repel thou from us all assaults of mis. chief.

मा त्वा रुद्र चुक्रुधामा नमोभिर्मा दुष्टुती वृषभ मा सहूती। उन्नो वीराँ अर्पय भेषजेभिर्भिषक्तमं त्वा भिषजां शृणोमि॥

mā tvā rudra cukrudhāmā namobhirmā duṣṭutī vṛṣabha mā sahūtī | unno vīrā arpaya bheṣajebhirbhiṣaktamaṁ tvā bhiṣajāṁ śṛṇomi ||

Let us not anger thee with worship, Rudra, ill praise, Strong God! or mingled invocation. Do thou with strengthening balms incite our heroes: I hear thee famed as best of all physicians.

हवीमभिर्हवते यो हविर्भिरव स्तोमेभी रुद्रं दिषीय। ऋदूदरः सुहवो मा नो अस्यै बभ्रुः सुशिप्रो रीरधन्मनायै॥

havīmabhirhavate yo havirbhirava stomebhī rudraṁ diṣīya | ṛdūdaraḥ suhavo mā no asyai babhruḥ suśipro rīradhanmanāyai ||

May I with praise-songs win that Rudra's favour who is adored with gifts and invocations. Ne'er may the tawny God, fair-checked, and gracious, swifthearing, yield us to this evil purpose.

उन्मा ममन्द वृषभो मरुत्वान्त्वक्षीयसा वयसा नाधमानम्। घृणीव च्छायामरपा अशीया विवासेयं रुद्रस्य सुम्नम्॥

unmā mamanda vṛṣabho marutvāntvakṣīyasā vayasā nādhamānam | ghṛṇīva cchāyāmarapā aśīyā vivāseyaṁ rudrasya sumnam ||

The Strong, begirt by Maruts, hath refreshed me, with most invigorating food, imploring. As he who finds a shade in fervent sunlight may I, uninjured, win the bliss of Rudra.

क्व स्य ते रुद्र मृळयाकुर्हस्तो यो अस्ति भेषजो जलाषः। अपभर्ता रपसो दैव्यस्याभी नु मा वृषभ चक्षमीथाः॥

kva sya te rudra mṛḻayākurhasto yo asti bheṣajo jalāṣaḥ | apabhartā rapaso daivyasyābhī nu mā vṛṣabha cakṣamīthāḥ ||

Where is that gracious hand of thine, O Rudra, the hand that giveth health and bringeth comfort, Remover of the woe that Gods have sent us? O Strong One, look thou on me with compassion.

प्र बभ्रवे वृषभाय श्वितीचे महो महीं सुष्टुतिमीरयामि। नमस्या कल्मलीकिनं नमोभिर्गृणीमसि त्वेषं रुद्रस्य नाम॥

pra babhrave vṛṣabhāya śvitīce maho mahīṁ suṣṭutimīrayāmi | namasyā kalmalīkinaṁ namobhirgṛṇīmasi tveṣaṁ rudrasya nāma ||

To him the strong, great, tawny, fair-complexioned, I utter forth a mighty hymn of praises. We serve the brilliant God with adorations, we glorify, the splendid name of Rudra.

स्थिरेभिरङ्गैः पुरुरूप उग्रो बभ्रुः शुक्रेभिः पिपिशे हिरण्यैः। ईशानादस्य भुवनस्य भूरेर्न वा उ योषद्रुद्रादसुर्यम्॥

sthirebhiraṅgaiḥ pururūpa ugro babhruḥ śukrebhiḥ pipiśe hiraṇyaiḥ | īśānādasya bhuvanasya bhūrerna vā u yoṣadrudrādasuryam ||

With firm limbs, multiform, the strong, the tawny adorns himself with bright gold decorations: The strength of Godhead ne'er departs from Rudra, him who is Sovran of this world, the mighty.

अर्हन्बिभर्षि सायकानि धन्वार्हन्निष्कं यजतं विश्वरूपम्। अर्हन्निदं दयसे विश्वमभ्वं न वा ओजीयो रुद्र त्वदस्ति॥

arhanbibharṣi sāyakāni dhanvārhanniṣkaṁ yajataṁ viśvarūpam | arhannidaṁ dayase viśvamabhvaṁ na vā ojīyo rudra tvadasti ||

Worthy, thou carriest thy bow and arrows, worthy, thy manyhued and honoured necklace. Worthy, thou cuttest here each fiend to pieces: a mightier than thou there is not, Rudra.

स्तुहि श्रुतं गर्तसदं युवानं मृगं न भीममुपहत्नुमुग्रम्। मृळा जरित्रे रुद्र स्तवानोऽन्यं ते अस्मन्नि वपन्तु सेनाः॥

stuhi śrutaṁ gartasadaṁ yuvānaṁ mṛgaṁ na bhīmamupahatnumugram | mṛḻā jaritre rudra stavāno'nyaṁ te asmanni vapantu senāḥ ||

Praise him the chariot-borne, the young, the famous, fierce, slaying like a dread beast of the forest. O Rudra, praised, be gracious to the singer. let thy hosts spare us and smite down another.

कुमारश्चित्पितरं वन्दमानं प्रति नानाम रुद्रोपयन्तम्। भूरेर्दातारं सत्पतिं गृणीषे स्तुतस्त्वं भेषजा रास्यस्मे॥

kumāraścitpitaraṁ vandamānaṁ prati nānāma rudropayantam | bhūrerdātāraṁ satpatiṁ gṛṇīṣe stutastvaṁ bheṣajā rāsyasme ||

I bend to thee as thou approachest, Rudra, even as a boy before the sire who greets him. I praise thee Bounteous Giver, Lord of heroes: give medicines to us as thou art lauded.

या वो भेषजा मरुतः शुचीनि या शंतमा वृषणो या मयोभु। यानि मनुरवृणीता पिता नस्ता शं च योश्च रुद्रस्य वश्मि॥

yā vo bheṣajā marutaḥ śucīni yā śaṁtamā vṛṣaṇo yā mayobhu | yāni manuravṛṇītā pitā nastā śaṁ ca yośca rudrasya vaśmi ||

Of your pure medicines, O potent Martits, those that are wholesomest and healthbestowing, Those which our father Manu hath selected, I crave from. Rudra for our gain and welfare.

परि णो हेती रुद्रस्य वृज्याः परि त्वेषस्य दुर्मतिर्मही गात्। अव स्थिरा मघवद्भ्यस्तनुष्व मीढ्वस्तोकाय तनयाय मृळ॥

pari ṇo hetī rudrasya vṛjyāḥ pari tveṣasya durmatirmahī gāt | ava sthirā maghavadbhyastanuṣva mīḍhvastokāya tanayāya mṛḻa ||

May Rudra's missile turn aside and spare us, the great wrath of the impetuous One avoid us. Turn, Bounteous God, thy strong bow from our princes, and be thou gracious to our seed and offspring.

एवा बभ्रो वृषभ चेकितान यथा देव न हृणीषे न हंसि। हवनश्रुन्नो रुद्रेह बोधि बृहद्वदेम विदथे सुवीराः॥

evā babhro vṛṣabha cekitāna yathā deva na hṛṇīṣe na haṁsi | havanaśrunno rudreha bodhi bṛhadvadema vidathe suvīrāḥ ||

O tawny Bull, thus showing forth thy nature, as neither to be wroth, O God, nor slay us. Here, Rudra, listen to our invocation. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.