Sama Veda

अर्चत प्रार्चता नरः प्रियमेधासो अर्चत अर्चन्तु पुत्रका उत पुरमिद्धृष्ण्वर्चत

Praise! Let the men praise, those dear to the offering; let them praise, and let the sons also praise, and the city-dwellers, with strong voices, let them praise.

उक्थमिन्द्राय शंस्यं पुरुनिःषिधे शक्रो यथा सुतेषु नो रारणत्सख्येषु च

Let the hymn be recited for Indra, to be proclaimed, as Shakra, unconquered, delights in our libations and in our friendships.

विश्वानरस्य वस्पतिमनानतस्य शवसः एवैश्च चर्षणीनामूती हुवे रथानाम्

Of Vishvanara, lord of wealth, unconquered in strength—by these, too, I call the chariots of the peoples for aid.

स घा यस्ते दिवो नरो धिया मर्तस्य शमतः ऊती स बृहतो दिवो द्विषो अंहो न तरति

He indeed, O men, who, by wisdom, is your helper from heaven, with his aid crosses over the hatred and distress of the mighty sky, as over a narrow place.

विभोष्ट इन्द्र राधसो विभ्वी रातिः शतक्रतो अथा नो विश्वचर्षणे द्युम्नं सुदत्र मंहय

O Indra, all-pervading, bestower of gifts, O hundred-powered, grant us abundant wealth; then, for all peoples, magnify our glory, O gracious one, with your good counsel.

वयश्चित्ते पतत्रिणो द्विपाच्चतुष्पादर्जुनि उषः प्रारन्नृतूंरनु दिवो अन्तेभ्यस्परि

The birds, winged in mind, both two-footed and four-footed, set forth at dawn, following the seasons, beyond the boundaries of heaven.

अमी ये देवा स्थन मध्य आ रोचने दिवः कद्व ऋतं कदमृतं का प्रत्ना व आहुतिः

These gods who stand in the midst, in the shining region of heaven—what is the truth, what is the immortal, what ancient offering is theirs?

ऋचं साम यजामहे याभ्यां कर्माणि कृण्वते वि ते सदसि राजतो यज्ञं देवेषु वक्षतः

With the Ṛc and the Sāman we worship, by which they perform the rites; in your assembly, shining forth, you declare the sacrifice among the gods.

विश्वाः पृतना अभिभूतरं नरः सजूस्ततक्षुरिन्द्रं जजनुश्च राजसे क्रत्वे वरे स्थेमन्यामुरीमुतोग्रमोजिष्ठं तरसं तरस्विनम्

All the hosts of men, together with their companions, have fashioned Indra, the king, for strength, for the best resolve, for steadfastness, for wide might, for the most vigorous, for power, for the powerful.

श्रत्ते दधामि प्रथमाय मन्यवे ऽहन्यद्दस्युं नर्यं विवेरपः उभे यत्वा रोदसी धावतामनु भ्यसात्ते शुष्मात्पृथिवी चिदद्रिवः

I place faith in the first intention: he struck down the evil one, the foe, day by day, and split the waters; when both heaven and earth ran after you, O strong one, even the stone-bound earth fled from your might.

समेत विश्वा ओजसा पतिं दिवो य एक इद्भूरतिथिर्जनानाम् स पूर्व्यो नूतनमाजिगीषं तं वर्त्तनीरनु वावृत एक इत्

With all strength, come together for the lord of heaven, who alone is the great guest among peoples; he, ancient and now new, seeks to win, and the paths turn after him, he alone.

इमे त इन्द्र ते वयं पुरुष्टुत ये त्वारभ्य चरामसि प्रभूवसो न हि त्वदन्यो गिर्वणो गिरः सघत्क्षोणीरिव प्रति तद्धर्य नो वचः

These, O Indra, are your people, O much-praised one, who, relying on you, move about, O mighty one; for there is no other than you, O singer-loving, who joins our songs as the earths are joined—so, O tawny one, accept our words.

चर्षणीधृतं मघवानमुक्थ्यामिन्द्रं गिरो बृहतीरभ्यनूषत वावृधानं पुरुहूतं सुवृक्तिभिरमर्त्यं जरमाणं दिवेदिवे

The great hymns have approached Maghavan, Indra, upheld by peoples, with praise; ever-growing, much-invoked, with beautiful hymns, the immortal, the ever-youthful, day by day.

अच्छा व इन्द्रं मतयः स्वर्युवः सध्रीचीर्विश्वा उशतीरनूषत परि ष्वजन्त जनयो यथा पतिं मर्यं न शुन्ध्युं मघवानमूतये

To Indra, the thoughts, youthful with heaven, have all approached together, shining; the peoples embrace him as a husband, a noble man, a splendid Maghavan, for aid.

अभि त्यं मेषं पुरुहूतमृग्मियमिन्द्रं गीर्भिर्मदता वस्वो अर्णवम् यस्य द्यावो न विचरन्ति मानुषं भुजे मंहिष्ठमभि विप्रमर्चत

To that ram, much-invoked, mighty Indra, let your songs bring joy, O wealthy one, oceanic; whom the heavens do not surpass in human strength—praise the most powerful sage.

त्यं सु मेषं महया स्वर्विदं शतं यस्य सुभुवः साकमीरते अत्यं न वाजं हवनस्यदं रथमेन्द्रं ववृत्यामवसे सुवृक्तिभिः

That ram, the wise, let us magnify with a hundred strong companions; like a racer, a prize, a chariot for invocation, may we turn Indra for help with beautiful hymns.

घृतवती भुवनानामभिश्रियोर्वी पृथ्वी मधुदुघे सुपेशसा द्यावापृथिवी वरुणस्य धर्मणा विष्कभिते अजरे भूरिरेतसा

The earth, rich in ghee, adorned among beings, broad and fair, heaven and earth, yielding honey, established by Varuna's law, unaging, ever-fertile.

उभे यदिन्द्र रोदसी आपप्राथोषा इव महान्तं त्वा महीनां सम्राजं चर्षणीनाम् देवी जनित्र्यजीजनद्भद्रा जनित्र्यजीजनत्

O Indra, you have spanned both heaven and earth, like the dawns; the great one, you are the sovereign of the vast realms and of peoples. The divine mother, auspicious, has brought you forth; the blessed mother has given birth to you.

प्र मन्दिने पितुमदर्चता वचो यः कृष्णगर्भा निरहन्नृजिश्वना अवस्यवो वृषणं वज्रदक्षिणं मरुत्वन्तं सख्याय हुवेमहि

Now, with praise, honor the father for his delight, who, with black clouds as his womb, struck down the foe with Ṛjiśvan. We call upon the mighty, thunder-armed, Marut-accompanied Indra as a friend for help.

इन्द्र सुतेषु सोमेषु क्रतुं पुनीष उक्थ्यम् विदे वृधस्य दक्षस्य महां हि षः

Indra, in the pressed Somas, purify your strength and your song-worthy power, for he indeed knows the greatness of enduring skill.

तमु अभि प्र गायत पुरुहूतं पुरुष्टुतम् इन्द्रं गीर्भिस्तविषमा विवासत

Sing forth to him, the much-invoked, the much-praised Indra; with hymns, call upon the mighty one to come.

तं ते मदं गृणीमसि वृषणं पृक्षु सासहिम् उ लोककृत्नुमद्रिवो हरिश्रियम्

We praise that exhilaration of yours, O mighty one, powerful in battles, world-creator, O Indra, of golden splendor.

यत्सोममिन्द्र विष्णवि यद्वा घ त्रित आप्त्ये यद्वा मरुत्सु मन्दसे समिन्दुभिः

Whatever Soma, O Indra, you delight in with Viṣṇu, or with Trita Āptya, or with the Maruts—rejoice in those drops.

एदु मधोर्मदिन्तरं सिञ्चाध्वर्यो अन्धसः एवा हि वीरस्तवते सदावृधः

Let the priest pour out the most exhilarating sweetness of the Soma; for thus the hero is praised, ever-growing.

एन्दुमिन्द्राय सिञ्चत पिबाति सोम्यं मधु प्र राधांसि चोदयते महित्वना

Pour out the drop for Indra; let him drink the honeyed Soma. By his greatness, he inspires gifts.

एतो न्विन्द्रं स्तवाम सखायः स्तोम्यं नरम् कृष्टीर्यो विश्वा अभ्यस्त्येक इत्

Now, friends, let us praise Indra, the praiseworthy hero, who alone has surpassed all peoples.

इन्द्राय साम गायत विप्राय बृहते बृहत् ब्रह्मकृते विपश्चिते पनस्यवे

Sing a chant for Indra, the wise, the great, the creator of the sacred word, the far-seeing, the worthy of praise.

य एक इद्विदयते वसु मर्ताय दाशुषे ईशानो अप्रतिष्कुत इन्द्रो अङ्ग

He alone bestows wealth upon the mortal who serves, Indra, the sovereign, unconquered lord.

सखाय आ शिषामहे ब्रह्मेन्द्राय वज्रिणे स्तुष ऊ षु वो नृतमाय धृष्णवे

Friends, let us seek the favor of Indra, the thunderer, with hymns; praise the most heroic, the bold one among men.