Sama Veda

अ वीडु चिदारुजत्नुभिर्गुहा चिदिन्द्र वह्निभिः च् अविन्द उस्रिया अनु

Even the hidden one you, Indra, have found with your fires, breaking open the enclosure, following the cows.

अ ता हुवे ययोरिदं पप्ने विश्वं पुरा कृतम् च् इन्द्राग्नी न

I invoke those two by whom all this was accomplished of old—Indra and Agni.

अ उग्रा विघनिना मृध इन्द्राग्नी हवामहे च् ता नो मृडात ईदृशे

We call Indra and Agni, fierce, destroyers of obstacles; may they grant us favor in this way.

अ हथो वृत्राण्यार्या हथो दासानि सत्पती च् हथो विश्वा अप द्विषः

You strike down the hostile Vṛtras, you strike down the Dasyus, O true lords; you strike down all enemies.

अ अभि सोमास आयवः पवन्ते मद्यं मदम् च् समुद्रस्याधि विष्टपे मनीषिणो मत्सरासो मदच्युतः

The pressed, exhilarating Somas flow forth, wise ones, brimming with delight, upon the ocean's surface, eager, overflowing with ecstasy.

अ तरत्समुद्रं पवमान ऊर्मिणा राजा देव ऋतं बृहत् च् अर्षा मित्रस्य वरुणस्य धर्मणा प्र हिन्वान ऋतं बृहत्

Purifying, you cross the ocean with your wave, O king, O god, great in truth; flow on by the ordinance of Mitra and Varuṇa, impelling the great truth.

अ नृभिर्येमाणो हर्यतो विचक्षणो राजा देवः समुद्र्यः

The king, the god of the ocean, adorned by men, splendid, discerning, is manifest.

अ तिस्रो वाच ईरयति प्र वह्निरृतस्य धीतिं ब्रह्मणो मनीषाम् च् गावो यन्ति गोपतिं पृच्छमानाः सोमं यन्ति मतयो वावशानाः

He utters three voices: the fire sends forth the inspiration of truth, the wisdom of the priest; the cows go to their lord, inquiring, and the thoughts, longing, go to Soma.

अ सोमं गावो धेनवो वावशानाः सोमं विप्रा मतिभिः पृच्छमानाः च् सोमः सुत ऋच्यते पूयमानः सोमे अर्कास्त्रिष्टुभः सं नवन्ते

The cows, the milch-kine, longing, go to Soma; the wise, with their thoughts, inquire after Soma; Soma, pressed and purified, is praised; to Soma the hymns, the triṣṭubh verses, are joined.

अ एवा नः सोम परिषिच्यमान आ पवस्व पूयमानः स्वस्ति च् इन्द्रमा विश बृहता मदेन वाचं जनया पुरन्धिम्

Thus, Soma, as you are poured out and purified, flow for our well-being; enter Indra with your vast intoxication, and generate abundant speech for us.

अ यद्द्याव इन्द्र ते शतंशतं भूमीरुत स्युः च् न त्वा वज्रिन्त्सहस्रं सुर्या अनु न जातमष्ट रोदसी

If, Indra, you had hundreds and hundreds of heavens and earths, not even a thousand suns could match you, nor both the worlds together at birth.

अ आ पप्राथ महिना वृष्ण्या वृषन्विश्वा शविष्ठ शवसा च् अस्मां अव मघवन्गोमति व्रजे वज्रिञ्चित्राभिरूतिभिः

You have expanded with your mighty power, O vigorous one, most powerful by your strength; protect us, O generous one, in the cattle-rich prize, O wielder of the bolt, with splendid aids.

अ वयं घ त्वा सुतावन्त आपो न वृक्तबर्हिषः च् पवित्रस्य प्रस्रवणेषु वृत्रहन्परि स्तोतार आसते

We, having pressed Soma, approach you as waters approach the altar; at the outpourings of the purifier, O slayer of Vṛtra, your worshippers are assembled.

अ स्वरन्ति त्वा सुते नरो वसो निरेक उक्थिनः च् कदा सुतं तृषाण ओक आ गम इन्द्र स्वब्दीव वंसगः

O Vasu, when you are pressed, men call to you with hymns; when will you, who are longed for, come to our home, Indra, resounding like the sound of a bamboo flute?

अ कण्वेभिर्धृष्णवा धृषद्वाजं दर्षि सहस्रिणम् च् पिशङ्गरूपं मघवन्विचर्षणे मक्षू गोमन्तमीमहे

With the Kanvas, O mighty one, we have seen you, the banner-bearer, the thousand-gifter, Maghavan, of tawny form, O wise one; swiftly we seek the wealth abounding in cattle.

अ तरणिरित्सिषासति वाजं पुरन्ध्या युजा च् आ व इन्द्रं पुरुहूतं नमे गिरा नेमिं तष्टेव सुद्रुवम्

The swift one, eager to win, seeks the prize with Purandhi as his yokemate; to you, Indra, much-invoked, I bow with song, as to a well-fashioned, firm wheel-rim.

अ न दुष्टुतिर्द्रविणोदेषु शस्यते न स्रेधन्तं रयिर्नशत् च् सुशक्तिरिन्मघवं तुभ्यं मावते देष्णं यत्पार्ये दिवि

No ill-praised one is praised among the wealthy, nor does a failing treasure remain; O Maghavan, for you, the mighty, let there be for the generous what is best in the highest heaven.

अ तिस्रो वाच उदीरते गावो मिमन्ति धेनवः च् हरिरेति कनिक्रदत्

Three voices rise up; the cows low, the milch-cows call; the tawny one bellows aloud.

अ अभि ब्रह्मीरनूषत यह्वीरृतस्य मातरः च् मर्जयन्तीर्दिवः शिशुम्

The Brahman-prayers have followed, the young mothers of truth, purifying the child of heaven.

अ रायः समुद्रांश्चतुरो ऽस्मभ्यं सोम विश्वतः च् आ पवस्व सहस्रिणः

O Soma, from every side pour forth for us the four oceans of wealth, abounding in thousands.

अ सुतासो मधुमत्तमाः सोमा इन्द्राय मन्दिनः च् पवित्रवन्तो अक्षरं देवान्गच्छन्तु वो मदाः

The most honeyed, pressed Somas, delightful for Indra, with filters, let your exhilarations reach the gods unfailing.

अ इन्दुरिन्द्राय पवत इति देवासो अब्रुवन् च् वाचस्पतिर्मखस्यते विश्वस्येशान ओजसाः

‘Indu is pressed for Indra,’ so said the gods; the Lord of Speech rejoices in the sacrifice, the master of all strength.

अ सहस्रधारः पवते समुद्रो वाचमीङ्खयः च् सोमस्पती रयीणां सखेन्द्रस्य दिवेदिवे

With a thousand streams the ocean flows, seeking speech; Soma, lord of treasures, with Indra as friend, day by day.

अ पवित्रं ते विततं ब्रह्मणस्पते प्रभुर्गात्राणि पर्येषि विश्वतः च् अतप्ततनूर्न तदामो अश्नुते शृतास इद्वहन्तः सं तदाशत

Your filter is spread out, O Lord of Prayer; you move around all bodies as master; one whose body is unheated, the weak does not attain that; those who are purified, carrying the offering, reach it together.

अ तपोष्पवित्रं विततं दिवस्पदे ऽर्चन्तो अस्य तन्तवो व्यस्थिरन् च् अवन्त्यस्य पवीतारमाशवो दिवः पृष्ठमधि रोहन्ति तेजसा

The heat-filter is spread in the seat of heaven; its threads, shining, are extended; the purifying flames, as its filters, ascend the back of heaven with their brilliance.

अ अरूरुचदुषसः पृश्निरग्रिय उक्षा मिमेति भुवनेषु वाजयुः च् मायाविनो ममिरे अस्य मायया नृचक्षसः पितरो गर्भमा दधुः

The first-born bull of Prishni shone forth at dawn, roaring for strength in the worlds; the magicians measured him by their magic; the seers, with human sight, placed the embryo.

अ प्र मंहिष्ठाय गायत ऋताव्ने बृहते शुक्रशोचिषे च् उपस्तुतासो अग्नये

Sing to the greatest, the most glorious, the upholder of order, the radiant, the mighty; those praised approach Agni.

अ आ वंसते मघवा वीरवद्यशः समिद्धो द्युम्न्याहुतः च् कुविन्नो अस्य सुमतिर्भवीयस्यच्छा वाजेभिरागमत्

Maghavan, famed for heroic men, is kindled, summoned with glory; may his favor come to us, may he approach with prizes.

अ तं ते मदं गृणीमसि वृषणं पृक्षु सासहिम् च् उ लोककृत्नुमद्रिवो हरिश्रियम्

We praise that exhilaration of yours, O mighty one, strong in the press, victorious, creator of worlds, O stone-armed, of golden splendor.