Sama Veda

अ कदा मर्त्तमराधसं पदा क्षुम्पमिव स्फुरत् च् कदा नः शुश्रवद्गिर इन्द्रो अङ्ग

When will Indra, indeed, strike down the lawless mortal as one crushes a clod with the foot? When will he listen to our songs?

अ गायन्ति त्वा गायत्रिणो ऽर्चन्त्यर्कमर्किणः च् ब्रह्माणस्त्वा शतक्रत उद्वंशमिव येमिरे

The singers sing to you, the chanters praise you with hymns; the priests, O hundred-powered one, have yoked you like a horse to the post.

अ यत्सानोः सान्वारुहो भूर्यस्पष्ट कर्त्त्वम् च् तदिन्द्रो अर्थं चेतति यूथेन वृष्णिरेजति

When you ascend from peak to peak, performing many wondrous deeds, then Indra perceives the aim, the bull moves with his troop.

अ युङ्क्ष्वा हि केशिना हरी वृषणा कक्ष्यप्रा च् अथा न इन्द्र सोमपा गिरामुपश्रुतिं चर

Yoke your tawny, mighty steeds, O Indra, who bear you swiftly; then, O Soma-drinker, come to us, attend to the sound of our songs.

षष्ठ प्रथमो ऽर्धः अ सुषमिद्धो न आ वह देवां अग्ने हविष्मते च् होतः पावक यक्षि च

Well-kindled, bring here the gods, O Agni, for the one offering; O pure Hotar, accept the oblation.

अ मधुमन्तं तनूनपाद्यज्ञं देवेषु नः कवे च् अद्या कृणुय्हूतये

Make for us today, O wise one, a sacrifice rich in sweetness for our bodies among the gods, for the invocation.

अ नराशंसमिह प्रियमस्मिन्यज्ञ उप ह्वये च् मधुजिह्वं हविष्कृतम्

Here I call Narāśaṃsa, dear at this sacrifice, with honeyed tongue, for the prepared oblation.

अ अग्ने सुखतमे रथे देवां ईडित आ वह च् असि होता मनुर्हितः

O Agni, in the most pleasant chariot, bring the gods, praised, here; you are the Hotar established by Manu.

अ यदद्य सूर उदिते ऽनागा मित्रो अर्यमा च् सुवाति सविता भगः

When today, at sunrise, Mitra, Aryaman, Savitar, and Bhaga, sinless, bestow their favor.

अ सुप्रावीरस्तु स क्षयः प्र नु यामन्त्सुदानवः च् ये नो अंहो ऽतिपिप्रति

That destruction, O generous one, is truly mighty; may it come forth. Those who would cross over our distress, let them be overcome.

अ उत स्वराजो अदितिरदब्धस्य व्रतस्य ये च् महो राजान ईशते

And Aditi, sovereign of the shining realm, unbroken in her vow, and those great kings who rule—may they protect us.

अ उ त्वा मन्दन्तु सोमाः कृणुष्व राधो अद्रिवः च् अव ब्रह्मद्विषो जहि

May the Somas gladden you; grant us your favor, O stone-wielder, and strike down those who hate the sacred word.

अ पदा पणीनराधसो नि बाधस्व महां असि च् न हि त्वा कश्च न प्रति

With your foot, drive away the stingy, O mighty one; for truly, no one can withstand you.

अ त्वमीशिषे सुतानामिन्द्र त्वमसुतानाम् च् त्वं राजा जनानाम्

You are the lord of the pressed offerings, Indra, and of the unpressed as well; you are the king of peoples.

अ आ जागृविर्विप्र ऋतां मतीनां सोमः पुनानो असदच्चमूषु च् सपन्ति यं मिथुनासो निकामा अध्वर्यवो रथिरासः सुहस्ताः

Awake, O inspired one, for the true thoughts; Soma, being purified, has entered the vessels. The priests, skilled and dexterous, pour him, as couples with desire.

अ स पुनान उप सूरे दधान ओबे अप्रा रोदसी वि ष आवः च् प्रिया चिद्यस्य प्रियसास ऊती सतो धनं कारिणे न प्र यंसत्

He, being purified, is placed near the sun, embracing both heaven and earth. Even his beloveds, with dearest aid, do not withhold the wealth from the one who acts rightly.

अ स वर्धिता पूयमानः सोमो मीढ्वां अभि नो ज्योतिषावीत् च् यत्र नः पूर्वे पितरः पदज्ञाः स्वर्विदो अभि गा अद्रिमिष्णन्

That Soma, growing and being purified, rich in gifts, may he bring us light—where our forefathers, knowing the path and the sun, have gone forth, crossing the stone.

अ मा चिदन्यद्वि शंसत सखायो मा रिषण्यत च् इन्द्रमित्स्तोता वृषणं सचा सुते मुहुरुक्था च शंसत

Speak not of anything else, O friends, nor falter; praise Indra, the mighty, together with the pressed Soma, and repeatedly utter hymns.

अ अवक्रक्षिणं वृषभं यथा जुवं गां न चर्षणीसहम् च् विद्वेषणं संवननमुभयङ्करं मंहिष्ठमुभयाविनम्

Like a young bull, powerful, who draws the cows, unconquered by men, who dispels hatred, brings together, benefits both sides, and is most mighty, victorious over both.

अ उदु त्ये मधुमत्तमा गिर स्तोमास ईरते च् सत्राजितो धनसा अक्षितोतयो वाजन्तो रथा इव

Those sweetest songs rise up, hymns of praise, like inexhaustible, wealth-bringing chariots of Satrājit.

अ कण्वा इव भृगवः सूर्या इव विश्वमिद्धीतमाशत च् इन्द्रं स्तोमेभिर्महयन्त आयवः प्रियमेधासो अस्वरन्

Like the Kanvas, like the Bhṛgus, like the sun, all have sought the kindled flame. The eager ones, with hymns, magnified Indra; the Priyamedhas sang aloud.

अ पर्यू षु प्र धन्व वाजसातये परि वृत्राणि सक्षणिः च् द्विषस्तरध्या ऋणया न ईरसे

May you, O Soma, move around the enemies for the gaining of strength, and overcome the obstacles; may you drive away the haters, as a debtor pays off his debt.

अ अजीजनो हि पवमान सूर्यं विधारे शक्मना पयः च् गोजीरया रंहमानः पुरन्ध्या

For you, O purified one, have indeed generated the sun by your power, and the flowing milk; hastening with the cows, with Purandhi.

अ अनु हि त्वा सुतं सोम मदामसि महे समर्यराज्ये च् वाजां अभि पवमान प्र गाहसे

We delight in you, O pressed Soma, in the great sovereignty of battle; O purified one, you rush forth to the prize.

अ परि प्र धन्वेन्द्राय सोम स्वादुर्मित्राय पूष्णे भगाय

Pour forth all around, O sweet Soma, for Indra, for Mitra, for Pūṣan, for Bhaga.

अ एवामृताय महे क्षयाय स शुक्रो अर्ष दिव्यः पीयूषः

Thus, for the immortal, for the great dwelling, let that bright, heavenly, nourishing stream flow.

अ इन्द्रस्ते सोम सुतस्य पेयात्क्रत्वे दक्षाय विश्वे च देवाः

O Indra, may this pressed Soma be drunk by you, and by all the gods, for wisdom, for skill.

अ सूर्यस्येव रश्मयो द्रावयित्नवो मत्सरासः प्रसुतः साकमीरते च् तन्तुं ततं परि सर्गास आशवो नेन्द्रादृते पवते धाम किं चन

Like the rays of the sun, eager to disperse, the passions are born together and move as one; the threads are woven, the desires encircle, and without Indra, the vital energies do not move toward any abode.

अ उपो मतिः पृच्यते सिच्यते मधु मन्द्राजनी चोदते अन्तरासनि च् पवमानः सन्तनिः सुन्वतामिव मधुमान्द्रप्सः परि वारमर्षति

The thought is drawn forth, poured out like honey; the deep-sounding one stirs within, and in the midst of the thunderbolt, the purifying one flows forth, sweet and exhilarating for those who press, sweeping away the covering.