HYMN LXXXVII. Maruts – Rig Veda – Book 1

HYMN LXXXVII. Maruts:  Rig Veda – Book 1 –  Ralph T.H. Griffith, Translator

परत्वक्षसः परतवसो विरप्शिनो.अनानता अविथुरा रजीषिणः |
जुष्टतमासो नर्तमासो अञ्जिभिर्व्यानज्रे के चिदुस्रा इव सत्र्भिः ||

उपह्वरेषु यदचिध्वं ययिं वय इव मरुतः केन चित पथा |
शचोतन्ति कोशा उप वो रथेष्वा घर्तमुक्षता मधुवर्णमर्चते ||

परैषामज्मेषु विथुरेव रेजते भूमिर्यामेषु यद ध युञ्जते शुभे |
ते करीळयो धुनयो भराजद्र्ष्टयः सवयं महित्वं पनयन्त धूतयः ||

स हि सवस्र्त पर्षदश्वो युवा गणो.अया ईशानस्तविषीभिराव्र्तः |
असि सत्य रणयावानेद्यो.अस्या धियः पराविताथा वर्षा गणः ||

पितुः परत्नस्य जन्मना वदामसि सोमस्य जिह्वा पर जिगाति चक्षसा |
यदीमिन्द्रं शम्य रक्वाण आशतादिन नामानि यज्ञियानि दधिरे ||

शरियसे कं भानुभिः सं मिमिक्षिरे ते रश्मिभिस्त रक्वभिः सुखादयः |
ते वाशीमन्त इष्मिणो अभीरवो विद्रे परियस्य मारुतस्य धाम्नः ||

 

pratvakṣasaḥ pratavaso virapśino.anānatā avithurā ṛjīṣiṇaḥ |
juṣṭatamāso nṛtamāso añjibhirvyānajre ke cidusrā iva stṛbhiḥ ||

upahvareṣu yadacidhvaṃ yayiṃ vaya iva marutaḥ kena cit pathā |
ścotanti kośā upa vo ratheṣvā ghṛtamukṣatā madhuvarṇamarcate ||

praiṣāmajmeṣu vithureva rejate bhūmiryāmeṣu yad dha yuñjate śubhe |
te krīḷayo dhunayo bhrājadṛṣṭayaḥ svayaṃ mahitvaṃ panayanta dhūtayaḥ ||

sa hi svasṛt pṛṣadaśvo yuvā ghaṇo.ayā īśānastaviṣībhirāvṛtaḥ |
asi satya ṛṇayāvānedyo.asyā dhiyaḥ prāvitāthā vṛṣā ghaṇaḥ ||

pituḥ pratnasya janmanā vadāmasi somasya jihvā pra jighāti cakṣasā |
yadīmindraṃ śamy ṛkvāṇa āśatādin nāmāni yajñiyāni dadhire ||

śriyase kaṃ bhānubhiḥ saṃ mimikṣire te raśmibhista ṛkvabhiḥ sukhādayaḥ |
te vāśīmanta iṣmiṇo abhīravo vidre priyasya mārutasya dhāmnaḥ ||

English Translation

Translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith

1. LOUD Singers, never humbled, active, full of strength, immovable, impetuous, manliest, best-beloved,
They have displayed themselves with glittering ornaments, a few in number only, like the heavens with stars.

2 When, Maruts, on the steeps ye pile the moving cloud, ye are like birds on whatsoever path it be.
Clouds everywhere shed forth the rain upon your cars. Drop fatness, honey-hued, for him who sings your praise.

3 Earth at their racings trembles as if weak and worn, when on their ways they yoke their cars for victory.
They, sportive, loudly roaring, armed with glittering spears, shakers of all, themselves admire their mightiness.

4 Self-moving is that youthful band, with spotted steeds; thus it hath lordly sway, endued with power and might.
Truthful art thou, and blameless, searcher out of sin: so thou, Strong Host, wilt be protector of this prayer.

5 We speak by our descent from our primeval Sire; our tongue, when we behold the Soma, stirs itself.
When, shouting, they had joined Indra in toil of fight, then only they obtained their sacrificial names.

6 Splendours they gained for glory, they who wear bright rings; rays they obtained, and men to celebrate their praise.
Armed with their swords, impetuous and fearing naught, they have possessed the Maruts’ own beloved home.