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Hymns of the Rigveda


Rigveda 6:61-75

From the Hymns of the Rigveda, based on Ralph Griffith's translation of 1889, re-edited somewhat by Tormod Kinnes.

61 - Sarasvati

To Vadhryasva when he worshipped her with gifts she gave fierce Divodasa, canceller of debts.

Consumer of the churlish niggard, one and all, your, Sarasvati, are these effectual boons. [1]

She with her might, like one who digs for lotus-stems, has burst with her strong waves the ridges of the hills.

Let us invite with songs and holy hymns for help Sarasvati who slayeth the Paravatas. [2]

You cast down, Sarasvati, those who scorned the gods, the brood of every Brsaya skilled in magic arts.

You have discovered rivers for the tribes of men, and, rich in wealth! made poison flow away from them. [3]

May the divine Sarasvati, rich in her wealth, protect us well,

Furthering all our thoughts with might [4]

Whoso, divine Sarasvati, invokes you where the prize is set,

Like Indra when he smites the foe. [5]

Aid us, divine Sarasvad, you who are strong in wealth and power

Like Pusan, give us opulence. [6]

Yea, this divine Sarasvati, terrible with her golden path,

Foe-slayer, claims our eulogy. [7]

Whose limitless unbroken flood, swift-moving with a rapid rush,

Comes onward with tempestuous roar. [8]

She has spread us beyond all foes, beyond her Sisters, Holy One,

As Surya spreads out the days. [9]

Yea, she most dear amid dear stream, Seven-sistered, graciously inclined,

Sarasvati has earned our praise. [10]

Guard us from hate Sarasvati, she who has filled the realms of earth,

And that wide tract, the firmament! [11]

Seven-sistered, sprung from threefold source, the Five Tribes' prosperer, she must be

Invoked in every deed of might. [12]

Marked out by majesty among the Mighty Ones, in glory swifter than the other rapid Streams,

Created vast for victory like a chariot, Sarasvati must be extolled by every sage. [13]

Guide us, Sarasvati, to glorious treasure: refuse us not your milk, nor spurn us from you.

Gladly accept our friendship and obedience: let us not go from you to distant countries.

62 - Asvins

I LAUD the heroes two, this heaven's Controllers: singing with songs of praise I call the Asvins,

Fain in a moment, when the morns are breaking, to part the earth's ends and the spacious regions. [1]

Moving to sacrifice through realms of lustre they light the radiance of the car that bears them.

Traversing many wide unmeasured spaces, over the wastes you pass, and fields, and waters. [2]

You to that bounteous path of yours, you mighty, have ever borne away our thoughts with horses,

Mind-swift and full of vigour, that the trouble of man who offers gifts might cease and slumber. [3]

So you, when you have yoked your chariothorses, come to the hymn of the most recent singer.

Our true and ancient Herald priest shall bring you, the Youthful, bearing splendour, food, and vigour. [4]

With newest hymn I call those Wonder-Workers, ancient and brilliant, and exceeding mighty,

Bringers of bliss to him who lauds and praises, bestowing varied bounties on the singer. [5]

So you, with birds, out of the sea and waters bore Bhujyu, son of Tugra, through the regions.

Speeding with winged steeds through dustless spaces, out of the bosom of the flood they bore him. [6]

Victors, car-borne, you rent the rock asunder: Bulls, heard the calling of the eunuch's consort.

Bounteous, you filled the cow with milk for Sayu: thus, swift and zealous Ones, you showed your favour. [7]

Whatever from olden time, Heaven, Earth! exists great object of the wrath of gods and mortals,

Make that, Adityas, Vasus, sons of Rudra, an evil brand to one allied with demons. [8]

May he who knows, as Varuna and Mitra, air's realm, appointing both the Kings in season,

Against the secret fiend cast forth his weapon, against the lying words that strangers utter. [9]

Come to our home with friendly wheels, for offipring; come on your radiant chariot rich in heroes.

Strike off, you two, the heads of our assailants who with man's treacherous attack approach us. [10]

Come over here to us with teams of horses, the highest and the midmost and the lowest.

Bountiful lords, throw open to the singer doors even of the firm-closed stall of cattle.

63 - Asvins

WHERE has the hymn with reverence, like an envoy, found both fair gods to-day, invoked of many-

Hymn that has brought the two Nasatyas here? To this man's thought be you, both gods, most friendly. [1]

Come readily to this mine invocation, lauded with songs, that you may drink the juices.

Compass this house to keep it from the foeman, that none may force it, either near or distant. [2]

Juice in wide room has been prepared to feast you: for you the grass is strewn, most soft to tread on.

With lifted hands your servant has adored you. Yearningfor you the press-stones shed the liquid. [3]

Agni uplifts him at your sacrifices: forth goes the oblation dropping oil and glowing.

Up stands the grateful-minded priest, elected, appointed to invoke the two Nasatyas. [4]

lords of great wealth! for glory, Surya's Daughter mounted your car that brings a hundred succours.

Famed for your magic arts were you, magicians! amid the race of gods, you dancing heroes! [5]

You two, with these your glories fair to look on, brought, to win victory, rich gifts for Surya.

After you flew your birds, marvels of beauty: dear to our hearts! the song, well lauded, reached you. [6]

May your winged coursers, best to draw. Nasatyas! convey you to the object of your wishes.

Swift as the thought, your car has been sent onward to food of many a sort and dainty viands. [7]

lords of great wealth, manifold is your bounty: you filled our cow with food that never fails.

Lovers of sweetness! yours are praise and singers, and poured libations which have sought your favour. [8]

Mine were two mares of Puraya, brown, swift-footed; a hundred with Sumidha, food with Peruk

Sanda gave ten gold-decked and well-trained horses, tame and obedient and of lofty stature. [9]

Nasatyas! Purupanthas offered hundreds, thousands of steeds to him who sang your praises,

Gave, heroes! to the singer Bharadvaja. You-Wonder-Workers, let the fiends be slaughtered. [10]

May I with princes share your bliss in freedom.

64 - Dawn

THE radiant Dawns have risen up for glory, in their white splendour like the waves of waters.

She maks paths all easy, fair to travel, and, rich, has shown herself benign and friendly. [1]

We see that you are good: far shines your lustre; your beams, your splendours have flown up to heaven.

Decking yourself, you makest bare your bosom, shining in majesty, you Goddess Morning. [2]

Red are the kine and luminous that bear her the Blessed One who spreads through the distance.

The foes she chass like a valiant archer, like a swift warrior she repells darkness. [3]

Your ways are easy on the hills: you pass Invincible! Se1f-luminous! through waters.

So lofty Goddess with your ample pathway, Daughter of Heaven, bring wealth to give us comfort. [4]

Dawn, bring me wealth: untroubled, with your oxen you bear riches at your will and pleasure;

You who, a Goddess, Child of Heaven, have shown you lovely through bounty when we called you early. [5]

As the birds fly forth from their restingplaces, so men with store of food rise at your dawning.

Yea, to the liberal mortal who rernains at home, Goddess Dawn, much good you bringest.

65 - Dawn

SHEDDING her light on human habitations this Child of Heaven has called us from our slumber;

She who at night-time with her argent lustre has shown herself even through the shades of darkness. [1]

All this with red-rayed steeds have they divided: the Dawns on bright cars shine in wondrous fashion.

They, bringing near the stately rite's commencement, drive far away the night's surrounding shadows. [2]

Dawns, bringing here, to the man who worships, glory and power and might and food and vigour,

Opulent, with imperial sway like heroes, favour your servant and this day enrich him. [3]

Now is there treasure for the man who serves you, now for the hero, Dawns! who brings oblation;

Now for the singer when he sings the praise-song. Even to one like me you brought aforetime. [4]

Dawn who standest on the mountain ridges, Angirases now praise your stalls of cattle.

With prayer and holy hymn they burst them open: the heroes' calling on the gods was fruitful. [5]

Shine on us as of old, you Child of Heaven,on him, rich Maid! who serves like Bharadvaja.

Give to the singer wealth with noble heroes, and upon us bestow wide-spreading glory.

66 - Maruts

EVEN to the wise let that be still a wonder to which the general name of Cow is given.

The one has swelled among mankind for milking: Prishni has drained but once her fair bright udder. [1]

They who like kindled flames of fire are glowing,. the Maruts, twice and thrice have waxen mighty.

Golden and dustless were their cars, invested with their great strength and their heroic vigour. [2]

They who are Sons of the rain-pouring Rudra, whom the long-lasting One had power to foster:

The Mighty Ones whose germ great Mother Prishni is known to have received for man's advantage. [3]

They shrink not from the birth; in this same manner still resting there they purge away reproaches.

When they have streamed forth, brilliant, at their pleasure, with their own splendour they bedew their bodies. [4]

Even those who bear the brave bold name of Maruts, whom not the active quickly wins for milking.

Even the liberal wards not off those fierce ones, those who are light and agile in their greatness. [5]

When, strong in strength and armed with potent weapons, they had united wellformed earth and heaven,

Rodasl stood among these furious heroes like splendour shining with her native brightness. [6]

No team of goats shall draw your car, Maruts, no horse no charioteer be he who drives it.

Halting not, reinless, through the air it travels, speeding alone its paths through earth and heaven. [7]

None may obstruct, none overtake, Maruts, him whom you succour in the strife of battle

For sons and progeny, for kine and waters: he bursts the cow-stall on the day of trial. [8]

Bring a bright hymn to praise the band of Maruts, the Singers, rapid, strong in native vigour,

Who conquer mighty strength with strength more mighty: earth shakes in terror at their wars, Agni. [9]

Bright like the flashing flames of sacrifices, like tongues of fire impetuous in their onset,

Chanting their psalm, singing aloud, like heroes, splendid from birth, invincible, the Maruts. [10]

That swelling band I call with invocation, the brood of Rudra, armed with glittering lances.

Pure hymns are meet for that celestial army: like floods and mountains have the Strong Ones battled.

67 - Mitra-Varuna

NOW Mitra-Varuna shall be exalted high by your songs, noblest of all existing;

They who, as it were with reins are best Controllers, unequalled with their arms to check the people. [1]

To you Two gods is this my thought extended, turned to the sacred grass with loving homage.

Give us, Mitra-Varuna, a dwelling safe from attack, which you shall guard, Boon-Givers! [2]

Come here, Mitra-Varuna, invited with eulogies and loving adoration,

You who with your might, as Work-Controllers, urge even men who quickly hear to labour. [3]

Whom, of pure origin, like two strong horses, Aditi bore as babes in proper season,

Whom, Mighty at your birth, the Mighty Goddess brought forth as terrors to the mortal foeman. [4]

As all the gods in their great joy and gladness gave you with one accord your high dominion,

As you surround both worlds, though wide and spacious your spies are ever true and never bewildered. [5]

So, through the days maintaining princely power. you prop the height as it were from loftiest heaven.

The Star of all the gods, established, fills the heaven and earth with food of man who lives. [6]

Take the strong drink, to quaff till you are sated, when he and his attendants fill the chamber.

The young Maids brook not that none seeks to win them, when, Quickeners of all! they scatter moisture. [7]

So with your tongue come ever, when your envoy, faithful and very wise, attends our worship.

Nourished by holy oil! he this yGur glory: annihilate the sacrificer's trouble. [8]

When, Mitra-Varuna, they strive against you and break tlie friendly laws you have established,

They, neither gods nor men in estimation, like Api's sons have godless sacrifices. [9]

When singers in their song uplift their voices, some chant the Nivid texts with steady purpose.

Then may we sing you lauds that shall be fruitful: dp you not rival all the gods in greatness? [10]

Mitra-Varuna, may your large bounty come to us here, near to this our dwelling,

When the kine haste to us, and when they harness the fleet-foot mettled stallion for the battle.

68 - Indra-Varuna

HIS honouring rite whose grass is trimmed is offered swiftly to you, in Manu's wise, accordant,

The rite which Indra-Varuna shall carry this day to high success and glorious issue. [1]

For at gods' worship they are best through vigour; they have become the strongest of the heroes;

With mighty strength, most liberal of the Princes, Chiefs of the host, by Law made Vritra's slayers. [2]

Praise those two gods for powers that merit worship, Indra and Varuna, for bliss, the joyous.

One with his might and thunderbolt slays Vritra; the other as a Sage stands near in troubles. [3]

Though dames and men have waxen strong and mighty, and all the gods selfpraised among the heroes,

You, Indra-Varuna, have in might surpassed them, and thus were you spread wide, Earth and Heaven. [4]

Righteous is he, and liberal and helpful who, Indra-Varuna, brings you gifts with gladness.

That bounteous man through food shall conquer faemen, and win him opulence and wealthy people. [5]

May wealth which you bestow in food and treasure on him who brings you gifts and sacrifices,

Wealth, gods! which breaks the curse of those who vex us, be, Indra-Varuna, even our own possession. [6]

So also, Indra-Varuna, may our princes have riches swift to save, with gods to guard them-

They whose great might gives victory in battles, and their triumphant glory spreads with swiftness. [7]

Indra. and Varuna, gods whom we are lauding, mingle you wealth with our heroic glory.

May we, who praise the strength of what is mighty, pass dangers, as with boats we cross the waters. [8]

Now will I sing a dear and far-extending hymn to Varuna the god, sublime, imperial Lord,

Who, mighty Governor, Eternal, as with flame, illumines both wide worlds with majesty and power. [9]

True to Law, Indra-Varuna, drinkers of the juice, drink this pressed Soma which shall give you rapturous joy.

Your chariot coms to the banquet of the gods, to sacrifice, as it were home, that you may drink. [10]

Indra and Varuna, drink your fill, you heroes, of this invigorating sweetest Soma.

This juice is shed by us that you may quaff it: on this trimmed grass be seated, and rejoice you

69 - Indra-Visnu

INDRA and Visnu, at my task's completion I urge you on with food and sacred service.

Accept the sacrifice and grant us riches, leading us on by unobstructed pathways. [1]

You who inspire all hymns, Indra and Visnu, you vessels who contain the soma juices,

May hymns of praise that now are sung address you, the lauds that are recited by the singers. [2]

lords of joy-giving draughts, Indra and Visnu, come, giving gifts of treasure, to the soma.

With brilliant rays of hymns let chanted praises, repeated with the lauds, adorn and deck you. [3]

May your foe-conquering horses bring you here, Indra and Visnu, sharers of the banquet.

Of all our hymns accept the invocations list to my prayers and hear the songs I sing you. [4]

This your deed, Indra-Visnu, must be lauded: widely you strode in the wild joy of soma.

You made the firmament of larger compass, and made the regions broad for our existence. [5]

Strengthened with sacred offerings, IndraVisnu, first eaters, served with worship ana oblation,

Fed with the holy oil, vouchsafe us riches you are the lake, the vat that holds the soma. [6]

Drink of this meath, Indra, you, and Visnu; drink you your fill of soma, Wonder-Workers.

The sweet exhilarating juice has reached you. Hear you my prayers, give ear to my calling. [7]

You two have conquered, never have yc been conquered: never has either of the two been vanquished.

You, Indra-Visnu, when you fought the battle, produced this infinite with three divisions.

70 - Heaven and Earth

FILLED full of fatness, compassing all things that be, wide, spacious, dropping meath, beautiful in their form,

The Heaven and the Earth by Varuna's decree, unwasting, rich in germs, stand parted each from each. [1]

The Everlasting Pair, with full streams, rich in milk, in their pure rule pour fatness for the pious man.

You who are Regents of this world, Earth and Heaven, pour into us the genial flow that prospers meit. [2]

Whoso, for righteous life, pours offerings to you, Heaven and Earth, you Hemispheres, that man succeeds.

He in his seed is born again and spreads by Law: from you flow things diverse in form, but ruled alike. [3]

Enclosed in fatness, Heaven and Earth are bright therewith: they mingle with the fatness which they still increase.

Wide, broad, set foremost at election of the priest, to them the singers pray for bliss to further them. [4]

May Heaven and Earth pour down the balmy rain for us, balm-dropping, yielding balm, with balm upon your path,

Bestowing by your Godhead sacrifice and wealth, great fame and strength for us and good heroic might. [5]

May Heaven and Earth make food swell plenteously for us, all-knowing Father, jother, wondrous in their works.

Pouring out bounties, may, in union, both the Worlds, all beneficial, send us gain, and power, and wealth.

71 - Savitar

FULL of effectual wisdom Savitar the god has stretched out golden arms that he may bring forth life.

Young and most skilful, while he holds the region up, the Warrior sprinkles fatness over both his hands. [1]

May we enjoy the noblest vivifying force of Savitar the god, that he may give us wealth:

For you are mighty to produce and lull to rest the world of life that moves on two feet and on four. [2]

Protect our habitation, Savitar, this day, with guardian aids around, auspicious, firm and true.

god of the golden tongue, keep us for newest bliss: let not the evil-wisher have us in his power. [3]

This Savitar the god, the golden-handed, friend of the home, has risen to meet the twilight.

With cheeks of brass, with pleasant tongue, the Holy, he sends the worshipper rich gifts in plenty. [4]

Like a Director, Savitar has extended his golden arms, exceeding fair to look on.

He has gone up the heights of earth and heaven, and made each monster fall and cease from troubling. [5]

Fair wealth, Savitar, to-day, to-morrow, fair wealth produce for us each day that passes.

May we through this our song be happy gainers, God, of a fair and spacious habitation.

72 - Indra-Soma

GREAT is this might of yours, Indra and Soma: the first high exploits were your own achievements.

You found the Sun you found the light of heaven: you killed all darkness and the gods' blasphemers. [1]

You, Indra-Soma, gave her light to Morning, and led the Sun on high with all his splendour.

You stayed the heaven with a supporting pillar, and spread abroad apart, the Earth, the Mother. [2]

You slew the flood -obstructing serpent Vritra, Indra and Soma: Heaven approved your exploit.

You urged to speed the currents of the rivers, and many seas have you filled full with waters. [3]

You in the unripe udders of the milch-kine have set the ripe milk, Indra, you, and Soma.

You have held fast the unimpeded whiteness within these many-coloured moving creatures. [4]

Verily you bestow, Indra and Soma, wealth, famed, victorious, passing to our children.

You have invested men, you Mighty Beings, with manly strength that conquers in the battle.

73 - Brihaspati

SERVED with oblations, first-born, mountain-render, Angiras' son, Brihaspati, the Holy,

With twice-firm path, dwelling in light, our Father, roars loudly, as a bull, to Earth and Heaven. [1]

Brihaspati, who made for such a people wide room and verge when gods were invocated,

Slaying his enemies, breaks down their castles, quelling his foes and conquering those who hate him. [2]

Brihaspati in war has won rich treasures, has won, this God, the great stalls filled with cattle.

Striving to win waters and light, resistless, Brihaspati with lightning smites the foeman.

74 - Soma-Rudra

HOLD fast your godlike sway, Soma-Rudra: let these our sacrifices quickly reach you.

Placing in every house your seven great treasures, bring blessing to our quadrupeds and bipeds. [1]

Soma and Rudra, chase to every quarter the sickness that has visited our dwelling.

Drive Nirrti away into the distance, and give us excellent and happy glories. [2]

Provide, Soma-Rudra, for our bodies all needful medicines to heal and cure us.

Set free and draw away the sin committed which we have still inherent in our persons. [3]

Armed with keen shafts and weapons, kind and loving, be gracious to us, Soma and Rudra.

Release us from the noose of Varuna; keep us from sorrow, in your tender loving-kindness.

75 - Weapons of War

THE warrior's look is like a thunderous rain-cloud's, when, armed with mail, he seeks the lap of battle.

Be you victorious with unwounded body: so let the thickness of your mail protect you. [1]

With Bow let us win kine, with Bow the battle, with Bow be victors in our hot encounters.

The Bow brings grief and sorrow to the foeman: armed with the Bow may we subdue all regions. [2]

Close to his car, as fain to speak, She presses, holding her well-loved friend in her embraces.

Strained on the Bow, She whispers like a woman-this Bowstring that preserves us in the combat. [3]

These, meeting like a woman and her lover, bear, mother-like, their child upon their bosom.

May the two Bow-ends, starting swift asunder, scatter, in unison, the foes who hate us. [4]

With many a son, father of many daughters, He clangs and clashes as he goes to battle.

Slung on the back, pouring his brood, the Quiver vanquishes all opposing bands and armies. [5]

Upstanding in the Car the skilful Charioteer guides his strong horses on wheresoever he will.

See and admire the strength of those controlling Reins which from behind declare the will of him who drives. [6]

Horses whose hoofs rain dust are neighing loudly, yoked to the Chariots, showing forth their vigour,

With their forefeet descending on the foemen, they, never flinching, trample and destroy them. [7]

Car-bearer is the name of his oblation, whercon are laid his Weapons and his Armour.

So let us here, each day that passes, honour the helpful Car with hearts exceeding joyful. [8]

In sweet association lived the fathers who gave us life, profound and strong in trouble,

Unwearied, armed with shafts and wondrous weapons, free, real heroes, conquerors of armies. [9]

The Brahmans, and the Fathers meet for Soma-draughts, and, graciously inclined, unequalled Heaven and Earth.

Guard us trom evil, Pusan, guard us strengtheners of Law: let not the evil-wisher master us. [10]

Her tooth a deer, dressed in an eagle's feathers, bound with cow-hide, launched forth, She flis onward.

There where the heroes speed here and there, there may the Arrows shelter and protect us. [11]

Avoid us you whose flight is straight, and let our bodies be as stone.

May Soma kindly speak to us, and Aditi protect us well. [12]

He lays his blows upon their backs, he deals his blows upon their thighs.

You, Whip, who urgest horses, drive sagacious horses in the fray. [13]

It compasses the arm with serpent windings, fending away the friction of the bowstring:

So may the Brace, well-skilled in all its duties, guard manfully the man from every quarter. [14]

Now to the Shaft with venom smeared, tipped with deer-horn, with iron mouth,

Celestial, of Parjanya's seed, be this great adoration paid. [15]

Loosed from the Bowstring fly away, you Arrow, sharpened by our prayer.

Go to the foemen, strike them home, and let not one be left alive. [16]

There where the flights of Arrows fall like boys whose locks are yet unshorn.

Even there may Brahmanaspati, and Aditi protect us well, protect us well through all our days. [17]

Your vital parts I cover with your Armour: with immortality King Soma clothe you.

May Varuna give you what is more than ample, and in your triumph may the gods be joyful. [18]

Whoso would kill us, whether he be a strange foe or one of us,

May all the gods discomfit him. My nearest, closest Mail is prayer.

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