सूक्त ७४

कूष्ठो देवावश्विनाद्या दिवो मनावसू। तच्छ्रवथो वृषण्वसू अत्रिर्वामा विवासति॥

kūṣṭho devāvaśvinādyā divo manāvasū | tacchravatho vṛṣaṇvasū atrirvāmā vivāsati ||

WHERE in the heavens are ye to-day, Gods, Asvins, rich in constancy? Hear this, ye excellent as Steers: Atri inviteth you to come.

कुह त्या कुह नु श्रुता दिवि देवा नासत्या। कस्मिन्ना यतथो जने को वां नदीनां सचा॥

kuha tyā kuha nu śrutā divi devā nāsatyā | kasminnā yatatho jane ko vāṁ nadīnāṁ sacā ||

Where are they now? Where are the Twain, the famed Nasatyas, Gods in heaven? Who is the man ye strive to reach? Who of your suppliants is with you?

कं याथः कं ह गच्छथः कमच्छा युञ्जाथे रथम्। कस्य ब्रह्माणि रण्यथो वयं वामुश्मसीष्टये॥

kaṁ yāthaḥ kaṁ ha gacchathaḥ kamacchā yuñjāthe ratham | kasya brahmāṇi raṇyatho vayaṁ vāmuśmasīṣṭaye ||

Whom do ye visit, whom approach? to whom direct your harnessed car? With whose devotions are ye pleased? We long for you to further us.

पौरं चिद्ध्युदप्रुतं पौर पौराय जिन्वथः। यदीं गृभीततातये सिंहमिव द्रुहस्पदे॥

pauraṁ ciddhyudaprutaṁ paura paurāya jinvathaḥ | yadīṁ gṛbhītatātaye siṁhamiva druhaspade ||

Ye, Strengtheners, for Paura stir the filler swimming in the flood, Advancing to be captured like a lion to the ambuscade.

प्र च्यवानाज्जुजुरुषो वव्रिमत्कं न मुञ्चथः। युवा यदी कृथः पुनरा काममृण्वे वध्वः॥

pra cyavānājjujuruṣo vavrimatkaṁ na muñcathaḥ | yuvā yadī kṛthaḥ punarā kāmamṛṇve vadhvaḥ ||

Ye from cyavana worn with age removed his skin as 'twere a robe. So, when ye made him young again, he stirred the longing of a dame.

अस्ति हि वामिह स्तोता स्मसि वां संदृशि श्रिये। नू श्रुतं म आ गतमवोभिर्वाजिनीवसू॥

asti hi vāmiha stotā smasi vāṁ saṁdṛśi śriye | nū śrutaṁ ma ā gatamavobhirvājinīvasū ||

Here is the man who lauds you both: to see your glory are we here. Now bear me, come with saving help, ye who are rich in store of wealth.

को वामद्य पुरूणामा वव्ने मर्त्यानाम्। को विप्रो विप्रवाहसा को यज्ञैर्वाजिनीवसू॥

ko vāmadya purūṇāmā vavne martyānām | ko vipro vipravāhasā ko yajñairvājinīvasū ||

Who among many mortal men this day hath won you to himself? What bard, accepters of the bard? Who, rich in wealth! with sacrifice?

आ वां रथो रथानां येष्ठो यात्वश्विना। पुरू चिदस्मयुस्तिर आङ्गूषो मर्त्येष्वा॥

ā vāṁ ratho rathānāṁ yeṣṭho yātvaśvinā | purū cidasmayustira āṅgūṣo martyeṣvā ||

O Asvins, may your car approach, most excellent of cars for speed. Through many regions may our praise pass onward among mortal men.

शमू षु वां मधूयुवास्माकमस्तु चर्कृतिः। अर्वाचीना विचेतसा विभिः श्येनेव दीयतम्॥

śamū ṣu vāṁ madhūyuvāsmākamastu carkṛtiḥ | arvācīnā vicetasā vibhiḥ śyeneva dīyatam ||

May our laudation of you Twain, lovers of meath! be sweet to you. Fly hitherward, ye wise of heart, like falcons with your winged steeds.

अश्विना यद्ध कर्हि चिच्छुश्रूयातमिमं हवम्। वस्वीरू षु वां भुजः पृञ्चन्ति सु वां पृचः॥

aśvinā yaddha karhi cicchuśrūyātamimaṁ havam | vasvīrū ṣu vāṁ bhujaḥ pṛñcanti su vāṁ pṛcaḥ ||

O Asvins, when at any time ye listen to this call of mine, For you is dainty food prepared: they mix refreshing food for you.