← →

    Stanza 5.59.1

    प्र वः॒ स्पळ॑क्रन्त्सुवि॒ताय॑ दा॒वनेऽर्चा॑ दि॒वे प्र पृ॑थि॒व्या ऋ॒तं भ॑रे | उ॒क्षन्ते॒ अश्वा॒न्तरु॑षन्त॒ आ रजोऽनु॒ स्वं भा॒नुं श्र॑थयन्ते अर्ण॒वैः ||

    prá va spáḷ akran suvitā́ya dāváné 'rcā divé prá pr̥thivyā́ r̥tám bhare ukṣánte áśvān táruṣanta ā́ rájó 'nu svám bhānúṁ śrathayante arṇavaíḥ

    We praise you, O Maruts, for prosperity and for giving gifts. I sing praise to the sky and earth, and I offer the sacrifice of truth. Your horses are bathed and are speeding through the sky; they spread their own radiance through the waters.

    Stanza 5.59.2

    अमा॑देषां भि॒यसा॒ भूमि॑रेजति॒ नौर्न पू॒र्णा क्ष॑रति॒ व्यथि॑र्य॒ती | दू॒रे॒दृशो॒ ये चि॒तय॑न्त॒ एम॑भिर॒न्तर्म॒हे वि॒दथे॑ येतिरे॒ नरः॑ ||

    ámād eṣām bhiyásā bhū́mir ejati naúr ná pūrṇā́ kṣarati vyáthir yatī́ dūredŕ̥śo yé citáyanta émabhir antár mahé vidáthe yetire náraḥ

    Because of their intensity, the earth trembles with fear from their onset. It sways like a full ship that is tossed about. They are seen from afar, these heroes, striving together within the great assembly.

    Stanza 5.59.3

    गवा॑मिव श्रि॒यसे॒ शृङ्ग॑मुत्त॒मं सूर्यो॒ न चक्षू॒ रज॑सो वि॒सर्ज॑ने | अत्या॑ इव सु॒भ्व१॒॑श्चार॑वः स्थन॒ मर्या॑ इव श्रि॒यसे॑ चेतथा नरः ||

    gávām iva śriyáse śŕ̥ṅgam uttamáṁ sū́ryo ná cákṣū rájaso visárjane átyā iva subhvàś cā́rava sthana máryā iva śriyáse cetathā naraḥ

    Your glory is like the highest horn of the bulls, like the eye of the sun when it scatters the clouds. Like strong and beautiful horses, you shine. O heroes, you are like young men, radiant in glory, and you think of these things.

    Stanza 5.59.4

    को वो॑ म॒हान्ति॑ मह॒तामुद॑श्नव॒त्कस्काव्या॑ मरुतः॒ को ह॒ पौंस्या॑ | यू॒यं ह॒ भूमिं॑ कि॒रणं॒ न रे॑जथ॒ प्र यद्भर॑ध्वे सुवि॒ताय॑ दा॒वने॑ ||

    kó vo mahā́nti mahatā́m úd aśnavat kás kā́vyā marutaḥ kó ha paúṁsyā yūyáṁ ha bhū́miṁ kiráṇaṁ ná rejatha prá yád bháradhve suvitā́ya dāváne

    Who among us can grasp your great wisdom and your manly strength, O Maruts? You shake the earth powerfully, like a speck of dust, when you bring your gifts for our well-being.

    Stanza 5.59.5

    अश्वा॑ इ॒वेद॑रु॒षासः॒ सब॑न्धवः॒ शूरा॑ इव प्र॒युधः॒ प्रोत यु॑युधुः | मर्या॑ इव सु॒वृधो॑ वावृधु॒र्नरः॒ सूर्य॑स्य॒ चक्षुः॒ प्र मि॑नन्ति वृ॒ष्टिभिः॑ ||

    áśvā ivéd aruṣā́saḥ sábandhavaḥ śū́rā iva prayúdhaḥ prótá yuyudhuḥ máryā iva suvŕ̥dho vāvr̥dhur náraḥ sū́ryasya cákṣuḥ prá minanti vr̥ṣṭíbhiḥ

    Like spirited, red horses, and like heroes ready for battle, you have rushed forward to fight. Like strong youths, you have grown mighty. O men, with streams of rain, you dim the eye of the sun.

    Stanza 5.59.6

    ते अ॑ज्ये॒ष्ठा अक॑निष्ठास उ॒द्भिदोऽम॑ध्यमासो॒ मह॑सा॒ वि वा॑वृधुः | सु॒जा॒तासो॑ ज॒नुषा॒ पृश्नि॑मातरो दि॒वो मर्या॒ आ नो॒ अच्छा॑ जिगातन ||

    té ajyeṣṭhā́ ákaniṣṭhāsa udbhídó 'madhyamāso máhasā ví vāvr̥dhuḥ sujātā́so janúṣā pŕ̥śnimātaro divó máryā ā́ no áchā jigātana

    They are without elders or juniors, without a middle rank; they have grown in greatness by their own might. Nobly born, sons of Prisni, you lads of the sky, come towards us!

    Stanza 5.59.7

    वयो॒ न ये श्रेणीः॑ प॒प्तुरोज॒सान्ता॑न्दि॒वो बृ॑ह॒तः सानु॑न॒स्परि॑ | अश्वा॑स एषामु॒भये॒ यथा॑ वि॒दुः प्र पर्व॑तस्य नभ॒नूँर॑चुच्यवुः ||

    váyo ná yé śréṇīḥ paptúr ójasā́ntān divó br̥hatáḥ sā́nunas pári áśvāsa eṣām ubháye yáthā vidúḥ prá párvatasya nabhanū́m̐r acucyavuḥ

    Like birds flying in formation with strength, they moved from the heights of the sky to its ends. Their horses shook the mountain's springs, so that both humans and gods knew.

    Stanza 5.59.8

    मिमा॑तु॒ द्यौरदि॑तिर्वी॒तये॑ नः॒ सं दानु॑चित्रा उ॒षसो॑ यतन्ताम् | आचु॑च्यवुर्दि॒व्यं कोश॑मे॒त ऋषे॑ रु॒द्रस्य॑ म॒रुतो॑ गृणा॒नाः ||

    mímātu dyaúr áditir vītáye naḥ sáṁ dā́nucitrā uṣáso yatantām ā́cucyavur divyáṁ kóśam etá ŕ̥ṣe rudrásya marúto gr̥ṇānā́ḥ

    May Dyaus and Aditi roar for our feast, may the colorful dawns strive together. These Maruts, O poet, sons of Rudra, having been praised, have shaken down the heavenly bucket (cloud).

    ← Previous Hymn Next Hymn →