Sama Veda

अ अग्ने युङ्क्ष्वा हि ये तवाश्वासो देव साधवः च् अरं वहन्त्याशवः

O Agni, yoke those horses of yours, O god, the good ones, who swiftly bring the offering.

अ अच्छा नो याह्या वहाभि प्रयांसि वीतये च् आ देवान्त्सोमपीतये

Come to us, O carrier, with your best paths for our enjoyment, to the gods, for the drinking of Soma.

अ उदग्ने भारत द्युमदजस्रेण दविद्युतत् च् शोचा वि भाह्यजर

O Agni, shine forth, O Bhārata, with unfailing, lightning-like brilliance; blaze forth, undecaying one.

प्र सुन्वानायान्धसो मर्त्तो न वष्ट तद्वचः अप श्वानमराधसं हता मखं न भृगवः

For the one who presses the Soma, the mortal does not desire that word; drive away the envious, like the Bhṛgus did the sacrifice from the faithless dog.

आ जामिरत्के अव्यत भुजे न पुत्र ओण्योः सरज्जारो न योषणां वरो न योनिमासदम्

The twin was born at night, like a son at the breast of his parents; he moved swiftly, like a suitor to the maidens, he sat in the womb.

स वीरो दक्षसाधनो वि यस्तस्तम्भ रोदसी हरिः पवित्रे अव्यत वेधा न योनिमासदम्

That hero, accomplished in skill, who upheld the two worlds—Hari, protected in purity, the Creator did not settle in a womb.

अभ्रातृव्यो अना त्वमनापिरिन्द्र जनुषा सनादसि युधेदापित्वमिच्छसे

You are without a brother, without kin, O Indra, ever since birth; in battle, you seek to surpass even your own father.

न की रेवन्तं सख्याय विन्दसे पीयन्ति ते सुराश्वः यदा कृणोषि नदनुं समूहस्यादित्पितेव हूयसे

You do not find the one with much wealth fit for friendship; your splendid horses drink when you make the call, and you are invoked like a father at the start of the gathering.

आ त्वा सहस्रमा शतं युक्ता रथे हिरण्यये ब्रह्मयुजो हरय इन्द्र केशिनो वहन्तु सोमपीतये

A thousand, a hundred tawny-haired steeds, yoked to the golden chariot, joined with hymns, O Indra, let them bring you for the drinking of Soma.

आ त्वा रथे हिरण्यये हरी मयूरशेप्या शितिपृष्ठा वहतां मध्वो अन्धसो विवक्षणस्य पीतये

Let your tawny horses with peacock-like tails and dappled backs draw you on the golden chariot for the drinking of the sweet pressed juice.

पिबा त्वास्य गिर्वणः सुतस्य पूर्वपा इव परिष्कृतस्य रसिन इयमासुतिश्चारुर्मदाय पत्यते

Drink of this pressed Soma, O lover of song, like one who drinks first, of the well-prepared, flowing draught; this outpouring is offered for your delight.

आ सोता परि षिञ्चताश्वं न स्तोममप्तुरं रजस्तुरम् वनप्रक्षमुदप्रुतम्

Let the pourers pour out the hymn like a swift horse, powerful, traversing the spaces, surging forth, breaking through the woods.

सहस्रधारं वृषभं पयोदुहं प्रियं देवाय जन्मने ऋतेन य ऋतजातो विवावृधे राजा देव ऋतं बृहत्

The thousand-streamed bull, the milk-giver, beloved for the birth of the gods, who grew by truth, born of truth, the king, the god, the great truth.

अग्निर्वृत्राणि जङ्घनद्द्रविणस्युर्विपन्यया समिद्धः शुक्र आहुतः

Agni has struck down the obstacles; the bringer of wealth, shining, kindled, bright, is invoked with skill.

गर्भे मातुः पितुष्पिता विदिद्युतानो अक्षरे सीदन्नृतस्य योनिमा

In the womb of mother and father, the father sits, flashing, in the imperishable, settling in the source of truth.

ब्रह्म प्रजावदा भर जातवेदो विचर्षणे अग्ने यद्दीदयद्दिवि

O Jātavedas, bring forth prayer rich in offspring, O wise Agni, as you shine in the sky.

अस्य प्रेषा हेमना पूयमानो देवो देवेभिः समपृक्त रसम् सुतः पवित्रं पर्येति रेभन्मितेव सद्म पशुमन्ति होता

His swift, golden, purified juice, pressed with the gods, circles the filter, resounding, like cattle in the house, the Hotṛ priest.

भद्रा वस्त्रा समन्या ऽ ऽ वसानो महान्कविर्निवचनानि शंसन् आ वच्यस्व चम्वोः पूयमानो विचक्षणो जागृविर्देववीतौ

Wearing auspicious garments together, the great sage, praising with words, let him be proclaimed, purified in the vessel, wise, ever watchful in the service of the gods.

समु प्रियो मृज्यते सानो अव्ये यशस्तरो यशसां क्षैतो अस्मे अभि स्वर धन्वा पूयमानो यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः

Beloved, he is cleansed on the mountain slope, the most glorious among the glorious is established among us; purified, resound over the earth—may you always protect us with blessings.

एतो न्विन्द्रं स्तवाम शुद्धं शुद्धेन साम्ना शुद्धैरुक्थैर्वावृध्वांसं शुद्धैराशीर्वान्ममत्तु

Now let us praise Indra, pure, with pure song, with pure hymns, grown strong; let him accept pure blessings.

इन्द्र शुद्धो न आ गहि शुद्धः शुद्धाभिरूतिभिः शुद्धो रयिं नि धारय शुद्धो ममद्धि सोम्य

Indra, pure, come to us; pure, with pure aids; pure, bestow wealth; pure, delight in the Soma.

इन्द्र शुद्धो हि नो रयिं शुद्धो रत्नानि दाशुषे शुद्धो वृत्राणि जिघ्नसे शुद्धो वाजं सिषाससि

Indra, pure, indeed grant us wealth; pure, give treasures to the worshipper; pure, you strike down obstacles; pure, you seek the prize.

अग्ने स्तोमं मनामहे सिध्रमद्य दिविस्पृशः देवस्य द्रविणस्यवः

Agni, we desire the hymn, swift today, touching the sky, the favor of the god's wealth.

अग्निर्जुषत नो गिरो होता यो मानुषेष्वा स यक्षद्दैव्यं जनम्

May Agni accept our songs, he who is the priest among men; may he honor the divine assembly.

त्वमग्ने सप्रथा असि जुष्टो होता वरेण्यः त्वया यज्ञं वि तन्वते

O Agni, you are renowned, chosen as the worthy priest; through you, they spread the sacrifice.

अभि त्रिपृष्ठं वृषणं वयोधामाङ्गोषिणमवावशंत वाणीः वना वसानो वरुणो न सिन्धूर्वि रत्नधा दयते वार्याणि

The voices have praised the mighty, threefold, youthful one, shining, adorned with forests, like Varuṇa among rivers, who grants treasures and desirable gifts.

शूरग्रामः सर्ववीरः सहावान्जेता पवस्व सनिता धनानि तिग्मायुधः क्षिप्रधन्वा समत्स्वषाढः साह्वान्पृतनासु शत्रून्

O powerful leader, all-heroic, strong, victorious—flow forth, bring us wealth; sharp-armed, swift-bowed, conquer enemies in battles, mighty among warriors.

उरुगव्यूतिरभयानि कृण्वन्त्समीचीने आ पवस्वा पुरन्धी अपः सिषासन्नुषसः स्वार्गाः सं चिक्रदो महो अस्मभ्यं वाजान्

With wide protection, creating fearlessness, flow forth together, O Purandhi, seeking waters; dawns, heavenly, resound, grant us great prizes.

त्वमिन्द्र यशा अस्यृजीषी शवसस्पतिः त्वं वृत्राणि हंस्यप्रतीन्येक इत्पुर्वनुत्तश्चर्षणीधृतिः

You, Indra, are renowned, lord of strength; you alone destroy formidable foes, upholding the people, surpassing all in ancient deeds.