अहेळता मनसा श्रुष्टिमा वह दुहानां धेनुं पिप्युषीमसश्चतम् । पद्याभिराशुं वचसा च वाजिनं त्वां हिनोमि पुरुहूत विश्वहा
With eager mind, bring us the fulfillment, as a cow yielding milk, ever nourishing, most generous; with your steps, with your voice, O much-invoked, I urge you, victorious one, to all the peoples.
राकामहं सुहवां सुष्टुती हुवे शृणोतु नः सुभगा बोधतु त्मना । सीव्यत्वपः सूच्याच्छिद्यमानया ददातु वीरं शतदायमुक्थ्यम्
I call upon Rākā, easy to invoke and well-praised; may she hear us, may the gracious one attend with her presence; may she sew together the work with an unbroken thread, may she grant a hero, a hundredfold singer of praise.
यास्ते राके सुमतयः सुपेशसो याभिर्ददासि दाशुषे वसूनि । ताभिर्नो अद्य सुमना उपागहि सहस्रपोषं सुभगे रराणा
Those fair favors of yours, O Rākā, by which you give riches to the worshipper, with those come to us today, gracious one, bestowing abundant wealth, O fortunate one.
सिनीवालि पृथुष्टुके या देवानामसि स्वसा । जुषस्व हव्यमाहुतं प्रजां देवि दिदिड्ढि नः
Sinīvālī, broad-hipped, who is the sister of the gods, accept the offering poured out; grant us offspring, O goddess, be gracious to us.
या सुबाहुः स्वङ्गुरिः सुषूमा बहुसूवरी । तस्यै विश्पत्न्यै हविः सिनीवाल्यै जुहोतन
She who has beautiful arms, lovely fingers, abundant, bearing many children, to that mistress of the house, Sinīvālī, offer the oblation.
या गुङ्गूर्या सिनीवाली या राका या सरस्वती । इन्द्राणीमह्व ऊतये वरुणानीं स्वस्तये
She who is Sinīvālī, who is Rākā, who is Sarasvatī, I call upon Indrāṇī for aid, and Varuṇānī for well-being.
आ ते पितर्मरुतां सुम्नमेतु मा नः सूर्यस्य संदृशो युयोथाः । अभि नो वीरो अर्वति क्षमेत प्र जायेमहि रुद्र प्रजाभिः
May your favor, O father of the Maruts, come to you; may you keep us from the sight of the sun's harm; may your hero protect us in battle; may we beget offspring, O Rudra, with our progeny.
त्वादत्तेभी रुद्र शंतमेभिः शतं हिमा अशीय भेषजेभिः । व्यस्मद्द्वेषो वितरं व्यंहो व्यमीवाश्चातयस्वा विषूचीः
From you, O Rudra, with your most healing remedies, may I live a hundred winters; drive away from us hatred, misfortune, and sickness, ward off all evil influences.
श्रेष्ठो जातस्य रुद्र श्रियासि तवस्तमस्तवसां वज्रबाहो । पर्षि णः पारमंहसः स्वस्ति विश्वा अभीती रपसो युयोधि
You are the best-born, O Rudra, in splendor; most powerful of the powerful, O strong-armed; deliver us from the utmost sin, grant us well-being, drive away all fear and harm from us.
मा त्वा रुद्र चुक्रुधामा नमोभिर्मा दुष्टुती वृषभ मा सहूती । उन्नो वीराँ अर्पय भेषजेभिर्भिषक्तमं त्वा भिषजां शृणोमि
May we not anger you, O Rudra, with our homage; may we not offend you, O bull, with our praise or invocation; grant us, O hero, your remedies, for I hear you are the best physician among healers.
हवीमभिर्हवते यो हविर्भिरव स्तोमेभी रुद्रं दिषीय । ऋदूदरः सुहवो मा नो अस्यै बभ्रुः सुशिप्रो रीरधन्मनायै
He who invokes Rudra with offerings and hymns, with oblations and praises, may the broad-bellied, easily-invoked, brown, beautiful-cheeked Rudra grant us his favor.
उन्मा ममन्द वृषभो मरुत्वान्त्वक्षीयसा वयसा नाधमानम् । घृणीव च्छायामरपा अशीया विवासेयं रुद्रस्य सुम्नम्
The bull, accompanied by the Maruts, has delighted us; with ever-growing strength, he does not abandon us. Like the sun's shadow, may I always seek the grace of Rudra.
क्व स्य ते रुद्र मृळयाकुर्हस्तो यो अस्ति भेषजो जलाषः । अपभर्ता रपसो दैव्यस्याभी नु मा वृषभ चक्षमीथाः
Where is your healing hand, Rudra, the one that brings remedies and water? Remove the divine wrath, O bull; may you look upon me with favor.
प्र बभ्रवे वृषभाय श्वितीचे महो महीं सुष्टुतिमीरयामि । नमस्या कल्मलीकिनं नमोभिर्गृणीमसि त्वेषं रुद्रस्य नाम
To the brown, mighty, radiant one, I send forth a great praise. We honor with reverence the remover of stains; with worship, we praise the fierce name of Rudra.
स्थिरेभिरङ्गैः पुरुरूप उग्रो बभ्रुः शुक्रेभिः पिपिशे हिरण्यैः । ईशानादस्य भुवनस्य भूरेर्न वा उ योषद्रुद्रादसुर्यम्
With firm limbs, manifold forms, fierce, brown, adorned with shining golden ornaments, he is the lord of the world and its abundance; none can surpass Rudra's sovereignty.
अर्हन्बिभर्षि सायकानि धन्वार्हन्निष्कं यजतं विश्वरूपम् । अर्हन्निदं दयसे विश्वमभ्वं न वा ओजीयो रुद्र त्वदस्ति
Worthy, you bear arrows and a bow; worthy, you wear a golden ornament, revered and of all forms. Worthy, you grant all blessings; none is stronger than you, Rudra.
स्तुहि श्रुतं गर्तसदं युवानं मृगं न भीममुपहत्नुमुग्रम् । मृळा जरित्रे रुद्र स्तवानोऽन्यं ते अस्मन्नि वपन्तु सेनाः
Praise the renowned, youthful, cave-dwelling one, fierce as a wild beast, formidable and mighty. Be gracious to the worshipper, Rudra; let your hosts turn elsewhere, not toward us.
कुमारश्चित्पितरं वन्दमानं प्रति नानाम रुद्रोपयन्तम् । भूरेर्दातारं सत्पतिं गृणीषे स्तुतस्त्वं भेषजा रास्यस्मे
Even the child bows to his father as Rudra approaches. You are the giver of abundance, the true lord; praised, you grant remedies to us.
या वो भेषजा मरुतः शुचीनि या शंतमा वृषणो या मयोभु । यानि मनुरवृणीता पिता नस्ता शं च योश्च रुद्रस्य वश्मि
Those pure remedies of yours, O Maruts, those most auspicious, those joyful ones, those chosen by Manu and our father—those blessings and joys of Rudra I desire.
परि णो हेती रुद्रस्य वृज्याः परि त्वेषस्य दुर्मतिर्मही गात् । अव स्थिरा मघवद्भ्यस्तनुष्व मीढ्वस्तोकाय तनयाय मृळ
May Rudra's weapon pass us by; may the great wrath of the fierce one avoid us. Protect the generous ones, be gracious to our children and descendants.
एवा बभ्रो वृषभ चेकितान यथा देव न हृणीषे न हंसि । हवनश्रुन्नो रुद्रेह बोधि बृहद्वदेम विदथे सुवीराः
Thus, brown, mighty, wise one, as a god you neither harm nor injure. Hear our invocation, Rudra; awaken here, so we may speak greatly in the assembly, strong in men.
धारावरा मरुतो धृष्ण्वोजसो मृगा न भीमास्तविषीभिरर्चिनः । अग्नयो न शुशुचाना ऋजीषिणो भृमिं धमन्तो अप गा अवृण्वत
The Maruts, powerful in strength, pour forth streams like fierce wild beasts, shining with energy. Like blazing fires, swift and radiant, they drive away darkness.
द्यावो न स्तृभिश्चितयन्त खादिनो व्यभ्रिया न द्युतयन्त वृष्टयः । रुद्रो यद्वो मरुतो रुक्मवक्षसो वृषाजनि पृश्न्याः शुक्र ऊधनि
Like the sky with its streaks, they brighten the horizon; like showers, they flash with lightning. When Rudra, O Maruts, with golden breast, was born from Prishni's shining udder.
उक्षन्ते अश्वाँ अत्याँ इवाजिषु नदस्य कर्णैस्तुरयन्त आशुभिः । हिरण्यशिप्रा मरुतो दविध्वतः पृक्षं याथ पृषतीभिः समन्यवः
They rush like horses, like steeds in battle, urging forward with the sound of their horns. The Maruts, adorned with golden ornaments, roar, driving their spotted ones with united purpose.
पृक्षे ता विश्वा भुवना ववक्षिरे मित्राय वा सदमा जीरदानवः । पृषदश्वासो अनवभ्रराधस ऋजिप्यासो न वयुनेषु धूर्षदः
With their spotted steeds, they traverse all worlds; they are companions of Mitra, ever youthful. The Maruts, with spotted horses, unimpeded, are swift in their actions, firm in their ways.
इन्धन्वभिर्धेनुभी रप्शदूधभिरध्वस्मभिः पथिभिर्भ्राजदृष्टयः । आ हंसासो न स्वसराणि गन्तन मधोर्मदाय मरुतः समन्यवः
With fuel, cows, and nourishing milk, with travelers and paths, their shining vision spreads. Like swans, O Maruts, united in purpose, you come to your sisters for the delight of honey.
आ नो ब्रह्माणि मरुतः समन्यवो नरां न शंसः सवनानि गन्तन । अश्वामिव पिप्यत धेनुमूधनि कर्ता धियं जरित्रे वाजपेशसम्
Come to us, O Maruts, united in purpose, as men come to praise at the sacrifices. Nourish the cow at the udder like a horse; grant wisdom to the worshipper, rich in strength.
तं नो दात मरुतो वाजिनं रथ आपानं ब्रह्म चितयद्दिवेदिवे । इषं स्तोतृभ्यो वृजनेषु कारवे सनिं मेधामरिष्टं दुष्टरं सहः
Grant us, O Maruts, the prize-winning chariot, the one that brings our hymn day by day. Give food to the singers, strength to the people, prosperity, safety, and unconquerable power.
यद्युञ्जते मरुतो रुक्मवक्षसोऽश्वान्रथेषु भग आ सुदानवः । धेनुर्न शिश्वे स्वसरेषु पिन्वते जनाय रातहविषे महीमिषम्
Whenever the Maruts, with golden breastplates, harness their horses to the chariots, O generous Bhaga, like a cow nourishing her calf in her stalls, they pour forth abundant sustenance for the people who offer reverent oblations.
यो नो मरुतो वृकताति मर्त्यो रिपुर्दधे वसवो रक्षता रिषः । वर्तयत तपुषा चक्रियाभि तमव रुद्रा अशसो हन्तना वधः
If any mortal enemy, hostile and fierce, sets himself against us, O Maruts, O radiant ones, protect us from harm; with your power and deeds, turn him away, O Rudras, destroy the threat and defeat the foe.