HYMN LXXXVIII. Maruts – Rig Veda – Book 1

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

आ विद्युन्मद्भिर्मरुतः सवर्कै रथेभिर्यात रष्टिमद्भिरश्वपर्णैः |
आ वर्षिष्ठया न इषा वयो न पप्तता सुमायाः ||

ते.अरुणेभिर्वरमा पिशङगैः शुभे कं यान्ति रथतूर्भिरश्वैः |
रुक्मो न चित्रः सवधितीवान पव्या रथस्य जङघनन्त भूम ||

शरिये कं वो अधि तनूषु वाशीर्मेधा वना न कर्णवन्त ऊर्ध्वा |
युष्मभ्यं कं मरुतः सुजातास्तुविद्युम्नासो धनयन्ते अद्रिम ||

अहानि गर्ध्राः पर्या व आगुरिमां धियं वार्कार्यांच देवीम |
बरह्म कर्ण्वन्तो गोतमासो अर्कैरूर्ध्वं नुनुद्रौत्सधिं पिबध्यै ||

एतत तयन न योजनमचेति सस्वर्ह यन मरुतो गोतमो वः |
पश्यन हिरण्यचक्रानयोदंष्ट्रान विधावतो वराहून ||

एषा सया वो मरुतो.अनुभर्त्री परति षटोभति वाघतो न वाणी |
अस्तोभयद वर्थासामनु सवधां गभस्त्योः ||

 

ā vidyunmadbhirmarutaḥ svarkai rathebhiryāta ṛṣṭimadbhiraśvaparṇaiḥ |
ā varṣiṣṭhayā na iṣā vayo na paptatā sumāyāḥ ||

te.aruṇebhirvaramā piśaṅghaiḥ śubhe kaṃ yānti rathatūrbhiraśvaiḥ |
rukmo na citraḥ svadhitīvān pavyā rathasya jaṅghananta bhūma ||

śriye kaṃ vo adhi tanūṣu vāśīrmedhā vanā na kṛṇavanta ūrdhvā |
yuṣmabhyaṃ kaṃ marutaḥ sujātāstuvidyumnāso dhanayante adrim ||

ahāni ghṛdhrāḥ paryā va āghurimāṃ dhiyaṃ vārkāryāṃca devīm |
brahma kṛṇvanto ghotamāso arkairūrdhvaṃ nunudrautsadhiṃ pibadhyai ||

etat tyan na yojanamaceti sasvarha yan maruto ghotamo vaḥ |
paśyan hiraṇyacakrānayodaṃṣṭrān vidhāvato varāhūn ||

eṣā syā vo maruto.anubhartrī prati ṣṭobhati vāghato na vāṇī |
astobhayad vṛthāsāmanu svadhāṃ ghabhastyoḥ ||

English Translation

Translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith

1. COME hither, Maruts, on your lightning laden cars, sounding with sweet songs, armed with lances, winged with steeds.
Fly unto us with noblest food, like birds, O ye of mighty power.

2 With their red-hued or, haply, tawny coursers which speed their chariots on, they come for glory.
Brilliant like gold is he who holds the thunder. Earth have they smitten with the chariot’s felly.

3 For beauty ye have swords upon your bodies. As they stir woods so may they stir our spirits.
For your sake, O ye Maruts very mighty and well-born, have they set the stone, in motion.

4 The days went round you and came back O yearners, back, to this prayer and to this solemn worship.
The Gotamas making their prayer with singing have pushed the well’s lid up to drink the water.

5 No hymn way ever known like this aforetime which Gotama sang forth for you, O Maruts,
What time upon your golden wheels he saw you, wild boars rushing about with tusks of iron.

6 To you this freshening draught of Soma rusheth, O Maruts, like the voice of one who prayeth.
It rusheth freely from our hands as these libations wont to flow.