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Rigveda 1.166

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.166

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1.166.1

tan nu vo̍cāma rabha̱sāya̱ janma̍ne̱ pūrva̍m mahi̱tvaṁ vṛ̍ṣa̱bhasya̍ ke̱tave̍ |
ai̱dheva̱ yāma̍n marutas tuviṣvaṇo yu̱dheva̍ śakrās tavi̱ṣāṇi̍ kartana ||

Now let us publish, for the vigorous company the herald of the Strong One, their primeval might. With fire upon your way, O Maruts loud of voice, with battle, Mighty Ones, achieve your deeds of strength.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.2

nitya̱ṁ na sū̱num madhu̱ bibhra̍ta̱ upa̱ krīḻa̍nti krī̱ḻā vi̱dathe̍ṣu̱ ghṛṣva̍yaḥ |
nakṣa̍nti ru̱drā ava̍sā nama̱svina̱ṁ na ma̍rdhanti̱ svata̍vaso havi̱ṣkṛta̍m ||

Bringing the pleasant mcath as 'twere their own dear son, they sport in sportive wise gay at their gatherings. The Rudras come with succour to the worshipper; self-strong they fail not him who offers sacrifice.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.3

yasmā̱ ūmā̍so a̱mṛtā̱ arā̍sata rā̱yas poṣa̍ṁ ca ha̱viṣā̍ dadā̱śuṣe̍ |
u̱kṣanty a̍smai ma̱ruto̍ hi̱tā i̍va pu̱rū rajā̍ṁsi̱ paya̍sā mayo̱bhuva̍ḥ ||

To whomsoever, bringer of oblations, they immortal guardians, have given plenteous wealth, For him, like loving friends, the Maruts bringing bliss bedew the regions round with milk abundantly.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.4

ā ye rajā̍ṁsi̱ tavi̍ṣībhi̱r avya̍ta̱ pra va̱ evā̍sa̱ḥ svaya̍tāso adhrajan |
bhaya̍nte̱ viśvā̱ bhuva̍nāni ha̱rmyā ci̱tro vo̱ yāma̱ḥ praya̍tāsv ṛ̱ṣṭiṣu̍ ||

Ye who with mighty powers have stirred the regions up, your coursers have sped forth directed by themselves. All creatures of the earth, all dwellings are afraid, for brilliant is your coming with your spears advanced.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.5

yat tve̱ṣayā̍mā na̱daya̍nta̱ parva̍tān di̱vo vā̍ pṛ̱ṣṭhaṁ naryā̱ acu̍cyavuḥ |
viśvo̍ vo̱ ajma̍n bhayate̱ vana̱spatī̍ rathī̱yantī̍va̱ pra ji̍hīta̱ oṣa̍dhiḥ ||

When they in dazzling rush have made the mountains roar, and shaken heaven's high back in their heroic strength, Each sovran of the forest fears as ye drive near, aid the shrubs fly before you swift as whirling wheels.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.6

yū̱yaṁ na̍ ugrā marutaḥ suce̱tunāri̍ṣṭagrāmāḥ suma̱tim pi̍partana |
yatrā̍ vo di̱dyud rada̍ti̱ krivi̍rdatī ri̱ṇāti̍ pa̱śvaḥ sudhi̍teva ba̱rhaṇā̍ ||

Terrible Maruts, ye with ne'er-diminished host, with grcat benevolence fulfil our heart's desire. Where'er your lightning bites armed with its gory teeth it crunches up the cattle like a well-aimed dart.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.7

pra ska̱mbhade̍ṣṇā anava̱bhrarā̍dhaso 'lātṛ̱ṇāso̍ vi̱dathe̍ṣu̱ suṣṭu̍tāḥ |
arca̍nty a̱rkam ma̍di̱rasya̍ pī̱taye̍ vi̱dur vī̱rasya̍ pratha̱māni̱ pauṁsyā̍ ||

Givers of during gifts whose bounties never fail, free from ill-will, at sacrifices glorified, They sing their song aloud that they may drink sweet juice: well do they know the Hero's first heroic deeds.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.8

śa̱tabhu̍jibhi̱s tam a̱bhihru̍ter a̱ghāt pū̱rbhī ra̍kṣatā maruto̱ yam āva̍ta |
jana̱ṁ yam u̍grās tavaso virapśinaḥ pā̱thanā̱ śaṁsā̱t tana̍yasya pu̱ṣṭiṣu̍ ||

With castles hundredfold, O Maruts, guard ye well the man whom ye have loved from ruin and from sin,– The man whom ye the fierce, the Mighty ones who roar, preserve from calumny by cherishing his seed.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.9

viśvā̍ni bha̱drā ma̍ruto̱ rathe̍ṣu vo mitha̱spṛdhye̍va tavi̱ṣāṇy āhi̍tā |
aṁse̱ṣv ā va̱ḥ prapa̍theṣu khā̱dayo 'kṣo̍ vaś ca̱krā sa̱mayā̱ vi vā̍vṛte ||

O Maruts, in your cars are all things that are good: great powers are set as 'twere in rivalry therein. Rings are upon your shoulders when ye journey forth: your axle turns together both the chariot wheels.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.10

bhūrī̍ṇi bha̱drā narye̍ṣu bā̱huṣu̱ vakṣa̍ḥsu ru̱kmā ra̍bha̱sāso̍ a̱ñjaya̍ḥ |
aṁse̱ṣv etā̍ḥ pa̱viṣu̍ kṣu̱rā adhi̱ vayo̱ na pa̱kṣān vy anu̱ śriyo̍ dhire ||

Held in your manly arms are many goodly things, gold chains are on your chests, and glistering ornaments, Deer-skins are on their shoulders, on their fellies knives: they spread their glory out as birds spread out their wings.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.11

ma̱hānto̍ ma̱hnā vi̱bhvo̱3̱̍ vibhū̍tayo dūre̱dṛśo̱ ye di̱vyā i̍va̱ stṛbhi̍ḥ |
ma̱ndrāḥ su̍ji̱hvāḥ svari̍tāra ā̱sabhi̱ḥ sammi̍ślā̱ indre̍ ma̱ruta̍ḥ pari̱ṣṭubha̍ḥ ||

Mighty in mightiness, pervading, passing strong, visible from afar as 'twere with stars of heaven, Lovely with pleasant tongues, sweet singers with their mouths, the Maruts, joined with Indra, shout forth all around.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.12

tad va̍ḥ sujātā maruto mahitva̱naṁ dī̱rghaṁ vo̍ dā̱tram adi̍ter iva vra̱tam |
indra̍ś ca̱na tyaja̍sā̱ vi hru̍ṇāti̱ taj janā̍ya̱ yasmai̍ su̱kṛte̱ arā̍dhvam ||

This is your majesty, ye Maruts nobly born, far as the sway of Adid your bounty spreads. Even Indra by desertion never disannuls the boon bestowed by you upon the pious man.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.13

tad vo̍ jāmi̱tvam ma̍ruta̱ḥ pare̍ yu̱ge pu̱rū yac chaṁsa̍m amṛtāsa̱ āva̍ta |
a̱yā dhi̱yā mana̍ve śru̱ṣṭim āvyā̍ sā̱kaṁ naro̍ da̱ṁsanai̱r ā ci̍kitrire ||

This is your kinship, Maruts, that, Immortals, ye were oft in olden time regardful of our call, Having vouchsafed to man a hearing through this prayer, by wondrous deeds the Heroes have displayed their might.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.14

yena̍ dī̱rgham ma̍rutaḥ śū̱śavā̍ma yu̱ṣmāke̍na̱ parī̍ṇasā turāsaḥ |
ā yat ta̱tana̍n vṛ̱jane̱ janā̍sa e̱bhir ya̱jñebhi̱s tad a̱bhīṣṭi̍m aśyām ||

That, O ye Maruts, we may long time flourish through your abundant riches, O swift movers, And that our men may spread in the encampment, let me complete the rite with these oblations.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.166.15

e̱ṣa va̱ḥ stomo̍ maruta i̱yaṁ gīr mā̍ndā̱ryasya̍ mā̱nyasya̍ kā̱roḥ |
eṣā yā̍sīṣṭa ta̱nve̍ va̱yāṁ vi̱dyāme̱ṣaṁ vṛ̱jana̍ṁ jī̱radā̍num ||

May this your laud, may this your song, O Maruts, sung by the poet, Mâna's son, Mândârya, Bring offspring for ourselves with food to feed us. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

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