Sama Veda

आ यः पुरं नार्मिणीमदीदेदत्यः कविर्नभन्यो नार्व सूरो न रुरुक्वाञ्छतात्मा

He who, as a sage, as a seer, advanced to the ancient city, shining like the sun, with unwearied spirit.

अभि द्विजन्मा त्री रोचनानि विश्वा रजांसि शुशुचनो अस्थात् होता यजिष्ठो अपां सधस्थे

The twice-born priest stood shining across the three heavens, all the regions, most worthy of sacrifice, in the seat of waters.

अयं स होता यो द्विजन्मा विश्वा दधे वार्याणि श्रवस्या मर्तो यो अस्मै सुतुको ददाश

This is that priest, the twice-born, who established all precious things for fame; the mortal who offers to him with Soma gains.

अग्ने तमद्याष्वं न स्तोमैः क्रतुं न भद्रं हृदिस्पृषम् ऋध्यामा त ओहैः

Agni, today with praises may we attain the horse, the good resolve that touches the heart, with your help.

अधा ह्यग्ने क्रतोर्भद्रस्य दक्षस्य साधोः रथीरृतस्य बृहतो बभूथ

Thus, O Agni, you have become the charioteer of the good resolve, the wise, the righteous, the great.

एभिर्नो अर्कैर्भवा नो अर्वाङ्क्स्वार्ण ज्योतिः अग्ने विश्वेभिः सुमना अनीकैः

With these hymns be near to us, O Agni, with all your gracious faces, bring us the radiant light.

अग्ने विवस्वदुषसश्चित्रं राधो अमर्त्य आ दाशुषे जातवेदो वहा त्वमद्या देवां उषर्बुधः

Agni, of Vivasvat's dawns, bring the splendid, immortal gift to the worshipper; O Jātavedas, today awaken the gods.

जुष्टो हि दूतो असि हव्यवाहनो ऽग्ने रथीरध्वराणाम् सजूरश्विभ्यामुषसा सुवीर्यमस्मे धेहि श्रवो बृहत्

For you are the beloved messenger, the carrier of offerings, O Agni, charioteer of the rites; together with the Aśvins, grant us heroic strength and great fame.

विधुं दद्राणं समने बहूनां युवानं सन्तं पलितो जगार देवस्य पश्य काव्यं महित्वाद्या ममार स ह्यः समान

The young one, though gray-haired, has awakened among many in the assembly; see the divine wisdom of the god—yesterday he died, today he is born the same.

शाक्मना शाको अरुणः सुपर्ण आ यो महः शूरः सनादनीडः यच्चिकेत सत्यमित्तन्न मोघं वसु स्पार्हमुत जेतोत दाता

By his power, the strong, the ruddy, the eagle, ever heroic, ever steadfast, perceives the truth as his food; his wealth is not vain, he is both conqueror and giver.

ऐभिर्ददे वृष्ण्या पौंस्यानि येभिरौक्षद्वृत्रहत्याय वज्री ये कर्मणः क्रियमाणस्य मह्न ऋतेकर्ममुदजायन्त देवाः

With these he gave manly powers and heroic deeds, with which the wielder of the bolt poured for the slaying of Vṛtra; the gods were born from the great act, apart from the act itself.

अस्ति सोमो अयं सुतः पिबन्त्यस्य मरुतः उत स्वराजो अश्विना

This Soma has been pressed; the Maruts drink of it, and so do the radiant Ashvins.

पिबन्ति मित्रो अर्यमा तना पूतस्य वरुणः त्रिषधस्थस्य जावतः

Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuna drink the pure Soma, each according to their share, from the threefold vessel.

उतो न्वस्य जोषमा इन्द्रः सुतस्य गोमतः प्रातर्होतेव मत्सति

And Indra, too, delights in the rich Soma, like a morning priest, enjoying its pleasure.

बण्महां असि सूर्य बडादित्य महां असि महस्ते सतो महिमा पनिष्तम मह्ना देव महां असि

You are great, O Surya; you are Aditya, the mighty one. Your greatness is supreme among those who are great; by your vastness, O god, you are truly great.

बट् सूर्य श्रवसा महां असि सत्रा देव महां असि मह्ना देवानामसुर्यः पुरोहितो विभु ज्योतिरदाभ्यम्

O Surya, by your fame you are great; by your power, O god, you are great. By your vastness, you are the foremost among gods, O Asurya, the priest, the all-pervading light, unassailable.

उप नो हरिभिः सुतं याहि मदानां पते उप नो हरिभिः सुतम्

Come to us with your steeds, O lord of delights, to the pressed Soma; come to us with your steeds, to the Soma.

द्विता यो वृत्रहन्तमो विद इन्द्रः शतक्रतुः उप नो हरिभिः सुतम्

Indra, the slayer of Vritra, the wise, the hundred-powered, come to us with your steeds, to the Soma.

त्वं हि वृत्रहन्नेषां पाता सोमानामसि उप नो हरिभिः सुतम्

For you, O Vritra-slayer, are the protector of these Somas; come to us with your steeds, to the Soma.

प्र वो महे महेवृधे भरध्वं प्रचेतसे प्र सुमतिं कृणुध्वम् विशः पूर्वीः प्र चर चर्षणिप्राः

Offer to the great, the greatly increasing, the wise; create good favor. Let the ancient peoples move forward, O leaders of men.

उरुव्यचसे महिने सुवृक्तिमिन्द्राय ब्रह्म जनयन्त विप्राः तस्य व्रतानि न मिनन्ति धीराः

To the broad-minded, the mighty, the sages generate beautiful praise for Indra. The wise do not transgress his commands.

इन्द्रं वाणीरनुत्तमन्युमेव सत्रा राजानं दधिरे सहध्यै हर्यश्वाय बर्हया समापीन्

The hymns have placed Indra, the unconquerable in spirit, the king, together with the other kings, for companionship, for the tawny-horsed one, with the sacrificial grass, in union.

यदिन्द्र यावतस्त्वमेतावदहमीशीय स्तोतारमिद्दधिषे रदावसो न पापत्वाय रंसिषम्

O Indra, as far as you are, so far may I be master; I have placed the singer in your care for gifts, not for harm.

शिक्षेयमिन्महयते दिवेदिवे राय आ कुहचिद्विदे न हि त्वदन्यन्मघवन्न आप्यं वस्यो अस्ति पिता च न

I would learn, O generous one, to honor you day by day, wherever I may be. For apart from you, Maghavan, there is no other source of wealth, nor even a father.

श्रुधी हवं विपिपानस्याद्रेर्बोधा विप्रस्यार्चतो मनीषाम् कृष्वा दुवांस्यन्तमा सचेमा

Hear the call of the one who pours, O mountain-dweller; perceive the thought of the inspired one who chants. Grant us your favor, so that we may be joined with you.

न ते गिरो अपि मृष्ये तुरस्य न सुष्टुतिमसुर्यस्य विद्वान् सदा ते नाम स्वयशो विवक्मि

I do not reject your words, O mighty one, nor the praise of the powerful Asura, being wise. I always proclaim your name and your own glory.

भूरि हि ते सवना मानुषेषु भूरि मनीषी हवते त्वामित् मारे अस्मन्मघवञ्ज्योक्कः

For you have many offerings among men; many inspired ones invoke you. Do not let us, O Maghavan, be deprived of your favor.

प्रो ष्वस्मै पुरोरथमिन्द्राय शूषमर्चत अभीके चिदु लोककृत्सङ्गे समत्सु वृत्रह अस्माकं बोधि चोदिता नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु

Raise a shout for Indra, the foremost in battle, even from afar. In every gathering, in every contest, O Vritra-slayer, be mindful of us when urged. Let the bows of others be broken on the battlefield.

त्वं सिन्धूंरवासृजो ऽधराचो अहन्नहिम् अशत्रुरिन्द्र जज्ञिषे विश्वं पुष्यसि वार्यम् तं त्वा परि ष्वजामहे नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु

You released the rivers, O Indra, and struck down the low ones; you shattered the frost. You are unconquered, O Indra, born for victory. You grant all desirable things. We embrace you; let the bows of others be broken on the battlefield.