Sama Veda

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.

अ येन ज्योतींष्यायवे मनवे च विवेदिथ च् मन्दानो अस्य बर्हिषो वि राजसि

By which you have discerned the lights for Ayu and for Manu, delighting in this seat, you shine forth in splendor.

अ तदद्या चित्त उक्थिनो ऽनु ष्टुवन्ति पूर्वथा च् वृषपत्नीरपो जया दिवेदिवे

So today, O thoughtful ones, the singers praise as before; the waters, spouses of the mighty, win day by day.

अ श्रुधी हवं तिरश्च्या इन्द्र यस्त्वा सपर्यति च् सुवीर्यस्य गोमतो रायस्पूर्धि महां असि

Hear our invocation, O Indra, for the one who worships you; you are great, fulfill us with abundant heroic strength, with wealth of cattle.

अ यस्त इन्द्र नवीयसीं गिरं मन्द्रामजीजनत् च् चिकित्विन्मनसं धियं प्रत्नामृतस्य पिप्युषीम्

O Indra, he who has created a newer, delightful song, who has fashioned a wise and ancient, nourishing thought of truth—

अ तमु ष्टवाम यं गिर इन्द्रमुक्थानि वावृधुः च् पुरूण्यस्य नौंस्या सिषासन्तो वनामहे

Let us praise him, Indra, whom hymns have strengthened; seeking his many gifts, let us strive to win his favor.

तृतीय प्रथमो ऽर्धः अ प्र त आश्विनीः पवमान धेनवो दिव्या असृग्रन्पयसा धरीमणि च् प्रान्तरिक्षात्स्थाविरीस्ते असृक्षत ये त्वा मृजन्त्यृषिषाण वेधसः

O Pavamana, the divine Ashvins' cows have flowed forth with milk upon the altar; from the atmosphere, the ancient ones have streamed, those whom the inspired, skillful ones cleanse.

अ उभयतः पवमानस्य रश्मयो ध्रुवस्य सतः परि यन्ति केतवः च् यदी पवित्रे अधि मृज्यते हरिः सत्ता नि योनौ कलशेषु सीदति

On both sides of the pure one, the rays, the steadfast ones, circle as banners, when the tawny one is purified upon the filter; he sits established in the womb, in the vessels.

अ विश्वा धामानि विश्वचक्ष ऋभ्वसः प्रभोष्टे सतः परि यन्ति केतवः च् व्यानशी पवसे सोम धर्मणा पतिर्विश्वस्य भुवनस्य राजसि

All abodes, all-seeing, the banners of the skillful, the mighty, circle around the steadfast one; Soma, you flow widely by your law, lord of all beings, you are king of the world.

अ पवमानो अजीजनद्दिवश्चित्रं न तन्यतुम् च् ज्योतिर्वैश्वानरं बृहत्

Pavamana has generated from the sky a wondrous, thunder-like sound, a great, universal light.

अ पवमान रसस्तव मदो राजन्नदुच्छुनः च् वि वारमव्यमर्षति

O Pavamana, your juice, your exhilaration, O king, unimpeded, rushes through every barrier.