सूक्त १३८

प्रप्र पूष्णस्तुविजातस्य शस्यते महित्वमस्य तवसो न तन्दते स्तोत्रमस्य न तन्दते। अर्चामि सुम्नयन्नहमन्त्यूतिं मयोभुवम्। विश्वस्य यो मन आयुयुवे मखो देव आयुयुवे मखः॥

prapra pūṣṇastuvijātasya śasyate mahitvamasya tavaso na tandate stotramasya na tandate | arcāmi sumnayannahamantyūtiṁ mayobhuvam | viśvasya yo mana āyuyuve makho deva āyuyuve makhaḥ ||

STRONG Pusan's majesty is lauded evermore, the glory of his lordly might is never faint, his song of praise is never faint. Seeking felicity I laud him nigh to help, the source, of bliss, Who, Vigorous one, hath drawn to him the hearts of all, drawn them, the Vigorous One, the God.

प्र हि त्वा पूषन्नजिरं न यामनि स्तोमेभिः कृण्व ऋणवो यथा मृध उष्ट्रो न पीपरो मृधः। हुवे यत्त्वा मयोभुवं देवं सख्याय मर्त्यः। अस्माकमाङ्गूषान्द्युम्निनस्कृधि वाजेषु द्युम्निनस्कृधि॥

pra hi tvā pūṣannajiraṁ na yāmani stomebhiḥ kṛṇva ṛṇavo yathā mṛdha uṣṭro na pīparo mṛdhaḥ | huve yattvā mayobhuvaṁ devaṁ sakhyāya martyaḥ | asmākamāṅgūṣāndyumninaskṛdhi vājeṣu dyumninaskṛdhi ||

Thee, then, O Pusan, like a swift one on his way, I urge with lauds that thou mayst make the foemen flee, drive, camel-like, our foes afar. As I, a man, call thee, a God, giver of bliss, to be my Friend, So make our loudly-chanted praises glorious, in battles make them glorious.

यस्य ते पूषन्सख्ये विपन्यवः क्रत्वा चित्सन्तोऽवसा बुभुज्रिर इति क्रत्वा बुभुज्रिरे। तामनु त्वा नवीयसीं नियुतं राय ईमहे। अहेळमान उरुशंस सरी भव वाजेवाजे सरी भव॥

yasya te pūṣansakhye vipanyavaḥ kratvā citsanto'vasā bubhujrira iti kratvā bubhujrire | tāmanu tvā navīyasīṁ niyutaṁ rāya īmahe | aheḻamāna uruśaṁsa sarī bhava vājevāje sarī bhava ||

Thou, Pusan, in whose friendship they who sing forth praise enjoy advantage, even in wisdom, through thy grace, in wisdom even they are advanced. So, after this most recent course, we come to thee with prayers for wealth. Not stirred to anger, O Wide-Ruler, come to us, come thou to us in every fight.

अस्या ऊ षु ण उप सातये भुवोऽहेळमानो ररिवाँ अजाश्व श्रवस्यतामजाश्व। ओ षु त्वा ववृतीमहि स्तोमेभिर्दस्म साधुभिः। नहि त्वा पूषन्नतिमन्य आघृणे न ते सख्यमपह्नुवे॥

asyā ū ṣu ṇa upa sātaye bhuvo'heḻamāno rarivā ajāśva śravasyatāmajāśva | o ṣu tvā vavṛtīmahi stomebhirdasma sādhubhiḥ | nahi tvā pūṣannatimanya āghṛṇe na te sakhyamapahnuve ||

Not stirred to anger, come, Free-giver, nigh to us, to take this gift of ours, thou who hast goats for steeds, Goat-borne! their gift who long for fame. So, Wonder-Worker! may we turn thee hither with effectual lauds. I slight thee not, O Pusan, thou Resplendent One: thy friendship may not be despised.