सूक्त १७०

न नूनमस्ति नो श्वः कस्तद्वेद यदद्भुतम्। अन्यस्य चित्तमभि संचरेण्यमुताधीतं वि नश्यति॥

na nūnamasti no śvaḥ kastadveda yadadbhutam | anyasya cittamabhi saṁcareṇyamutādhītaṁ vi naśyati ||

NAUGHT is to-day, to-morrow naught. Who comprehends the mystery? We must address ourselves unto another's thought, and lost is then the hope we formed.

किं न इन्द्र जिघांससि भ्रातरो मरुतस्तव। तेभिः कल्पस्व साधुया मा नः समरणे वधीः॥

kiṁ na indra jighāṁsasi bhrātaro marutastava | tebhiḥ kalpasva sādhuyā mā naḥ samaraṇe vadhīḥ ||

The Maruts are thy brothers. Why, O Indra, wouldst thou take our lives? Agree with them in friendly wise, and do not slay us in the fight.

किं नो भ्रातरगस्त्य सखा सन्नति मन्यसे। विद्मा हि ते यथा मनोऽस्मभ्यमिन्न दित्ससि॥

kiṁ no bhrātaragastya sakhā sannati manyase | vidmā hi te yathā mano'smabhyaminna ditsasi ||

Agastya, brother, why dost thou neglect us, thou who art our friend? We know the nature of thy mind. Verity thou wilt give us naught.

अरं कृण्वन्तु वेदिं समग्निमिन्धतां पुरः। तत्रामृतस्य चेतनं यज्ञं ते तनवावहै॥

araṁ kṛṇvantu vediṁ samagnimindhatāṁ puraḥ | tatrāmṛtasya cetanaṁ yajñaṁ te tanavāvahai ||

Let them prepare the altar, let them kindle fire in front: we two Here will spread sacrifice for thee, that the Immortal may observe.

त्वमीशिषे वसुपते वसूनां त्वं मित्राणां मित्रपते धेष्ठः। इन्द्र त्वं मरुद्भिः सं वदस्वाध प्राशान ऋतुथा हवींषि॥

tvamīśiṣe vasupate vasūnāṁ tvaṁ mitrāṇāṁ mitrapate dheṣṭhaḥ | indra tvaṁ marudbhiḥ saṁ vadasvādha prāśāna ṛtuthā havīṁṣi ||

Thou, Lord of Wealth, art Master of all treasures, thou, Lord of friends, art thy friends' best supporter. O Indra, speak thou kindly with the Maruts, and taste oblations in their proper season.