Samaveda 36

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1 4 1 0201a pratyu adarśyāyatyū3cchantī duhitā divaḥ .
1 4 1 0201c apo mahī vṛṇute cakṣuṣā tamo jyotiṣkṛṇoti sūnari .. 303
1 4 1 0202a imā u vāṃ diviṣṭaya usrā havante aśvinā .
1 4 1 0202c ayaṃ vāmahve 'vase śacīvasū viśaṃviśaṃ hi gacchathaḥ .. 304
1 4 1 0203a ku ṣṭhaḥ ko vāmaśvinā tapāno devā martyaḥ .
1 4 1 0203c ghnatā vāmaśmayā kṣapamāṇoṃśunetthamu ādunyathā .. 305
1 4 1 0204a ayaṃ vāṃ madhumattamaḥ sutaḥ somo diviṣṭiṣu .
1 4 1 0204c tamaśvinā pibataṃ tiro ahnyaṃ dhattaṃ ratnāni dāśuṣe .. 306
1 4 1 0205a ā tvā somasya galdayā sadā yācannahaṃ jyā .
1 4 1 0205c bhūrṇiṃ mṛgaṃ na savaneṣu cukrudhaṃ ka īśānaṃ na yāciṣat .. 307
1 4 1 0206a adhvaryo drāvayā tvaṃ somamindraḥ pipāsati .
1 4 1 0206c upo nūnaṃ yuyuje vṛṣṇā harī ā ca jagāma vṛtrahā .. 308
1 4 1 0207a abhī ṣatastadā bharendra jyāyaḥ kanīyasaḥ .
1 4 1 0207c purūvasurhi maghavanbabhūvitha bharebhare ca havyaḥ .. 309
1 4 1 0208a yadindra yāvatastvametāvadahamīśīya .
1 4 1 0208c stotāramiddadhiṣe radāvaso na pāpatvāya raṃsiṣam .. 310
1 4 1 0209a tvamindra pratūrtiṣvabhi viśvā asi spṛdhaḥ .
1 4 1 0209c aśastihā janitā vṛtratūrasi tvaṃ tūrya taruṣyataḥ .. 311
1 4 1 0210a pra yo ririkṣa ojasā divaḥ sadobhyaspari .
1 4 1 0210c na tvā vivyāca raja indra pārthivamati viśvaṃ vavakṣitha .. 312

Advancing, sending forth her rays, the daughter of the Sky is seen.
The mighty one lays bare the darkness with her eye, the friendly Lady makes the light.

These morning sacrifices call you, Asvins, at the break of day.
For help have I invoked you rich in power and might: for, house by house, ye visit all.

Where are ye, Gods? What mortal man, O Asvins, glows with zeal for you,
Urging you with the crushing stone and with the stalk of Soma thus or otherwise?

This sweetest Soma juice hath been expressed for you at morning rites.
Asvins, drink this prepared ere yesterday and give treasures to him who offers it!

Let me not, still beseeching thee with might and sound of Soma drops,
Anger at sacrifice a fierce wild creature! Who would not beseech the almighty one!

Adhvaryu, let the Soma flow, for Indra longs to drink thereof.
He even now hath yoked his vigorous bay steeds: the Vritraslayer hath come nigh.

Bring thou all this unto the good, O Indra, to the old and young!
For, Maghavan, thou art rich in treasures from of old, to be invoked in every fight.

If I, O Indra, were the lord of riches ample as thine own,
I would support the singer, God who scatterest wealth! and not abandon him to woe.

Thou in thy battles, Indra, art subduer of all hostile bands.
Father art thou, all-conquering, cancelling the curse, thou victor of the vanquisher!

For in thy might thou stretchest out beyond the mansions of the sky.
The earthly region, Indra, comprehends thee not. Thou hast waxed mighty over all.