Sama Veda

यो विश्वा दयते वसु होता मन्द्रो जनानाम् मधोर्न पात्रा प्रथमान्यस्मै प्र स्तोमा यन्त्वग्नये

He who gives all wealth, the delightful priest among people, to him the first vessels of honey go; let the praises reach Agni.

अश्व न गीर्भी रथ्यं सुदानवो मर्मृज्यन्ते देवयवः उभे तोके तनये दस्म विस्पते पर्षि राधो मघोनाम्

Like a horse with words, the generous ones, skilled in chariots, are praised; both in offspring and descendants, O wondrous lord of clans, you grant the wealth of the generous.

इमं मे वरुण श्रुधी हवमद्या च मृडय त्वामवस्युरा चके

Hear my invocation, Varuna, and today show mercy; I have turned to you for help.

कया त्वं न ऊत्याभि प्र मन्दसे वृषन् कया स्तोतृभ्य आ भर

With what help, O mighty one, do you not grow weary? With what support do you bring gifts to your worshippers?

इन्द्रमिद्देवतातय इन्द्रं प्रयत्यध्वरे इन्द्रं समीके वनिनो हवामह इन्द्रं धनस्य सातये

To Indra, indeed, the offerings are brought; to Indra, at the sacrifice, the priests call; to Indra, for the gaining of wealth, we invoke Indra, the bestower of riches.

इन्द्रो मह्ना रोदसी पप्रथच्छव इन्द्रः सूर्यमरोचयत् इन्द्रे ह विश्वा भुवनानि येमिर इन्द्रे सुवानास इन्दवः

By his greatness, Indra has spread out heaven and earth; by his might, Indra made the sun shine; in Indra, indeed, all beings are contained; in Indra, the pressed Soma flows.

विश्वकर्मन्हविषा वावृधानः स्वयं यजस्व तन्वां स्वा हि ते मुह्यन्त्वन्ये अभितो जनास इहास्माकं मघवा सूरिरस्तु

O all-creating one, growing through the offering, worship yourself with your own form; for yours is true power. Let others be confused all around; here, may our generous lord be wise for us.

अया रुचा हरिण्या पुनानो विश्वा द्वेषांसि तरति सयुग्वभिः सूरो न सयुग्वभिः धारा पृष्ठस्य रोचते पुनानो अरुषो हरिः विश्वा यद्रूपा परियास्यृक्वभिः सप्तास्येभिरृक्वभिः

Purifying himself with this shining golden hue, he overcomes all hatreds with his team; like the sun with his team, the stream on his back shines forth, the purifying ruddy one, the tawny one. When he moves in all forms with the hymns, with his seven mouths, with the hymns.

प्राचीमनु प्रदिशं पाति चेकितत्सं रश्मिभिर्यतते दर्शतो रथो दैव्यो दर्शतो रथः अग्मन्नुक्थानि पौंस्येन्द्रं जैत्राय हर्षयत वज्रश्च यद्भवथो अनपच्युता समत्स्वनपच्युता

The wise one protects according to the eastern direction; with his rays, the chariot of the seer strives forth, the divine, visible chariot. The hymns have come, O heroic Indra, to gladden you for victory, and when you become the unbroken thunderbolt in battles, unbroken.

त्वं ह त्यत्पणीनां विदो वसु सं मातृभिर्मर्जयसि स्व आ दम ऋतस्य धीतिभिर्दमे परावतो न साम तद्यत्रा रणन्ति धीतयः त्रिधातुभिररुषीभिर्वयो दधे रोचमानो वयो दधे उत नो गोषणिं धियमश्वसां वाजसामुत नृवत्कृणुह्यूतये

You know the wealth of the traders; you gather it with the mothers into your own house. With the thoughts of truth, in the house, you make the distant song, where the thoughts contend. With the three-colored, shining wings, you have placed radiance; you have placed radiance. And for us, grant the wealth of cows, the thought of horses, and the strength of men for help.

शशमानस्य वा नरः स्वेदस्य सत्यशवसः विदा कामस्य वेनतः

Of the one who is joyful, O men, of the sweating one, of true strength, know the desire of the eager one.

उप नः सूनवो गिरः शृण्वन्त्वमृतस्य ये सुमृडीका भवन्तु नः

May the sons listen to our songs, those who are immortal; may they be gracious to us.

प्र वां महि द्यवी अभ्युपस्तुतिं भरामहे शुची उप प्रशस्तये

For you two, we bring a great and shining praise, O heaven and earth, pure for your commendation.

पुनाने तन्वा मिथः स्वेन दक्षेण राजथः ऊह्याथे सनादृतम्

Purifying yourselves, you rule with your own power, each with your own form; you have carried forward the ancient truth.

मही मित्रस्य साधथस्तरन्ती पिप्रती ऋतम् परि यज्ञं नि षेदथुः

Great is the aid of Mitra, crossing over, upholding truth; around the sacrifice you have taken your seat.

अयमु ते समतसि कपोत इव गर्भधिम् वचस्तच्चिन्न ओहसे

This, at your assembly, is like a pigeon in the nest; this word, indeed, I do not conceal from you.

स्तोत्रं राधानां पते गिर्वाहो वीर यस्य ते विभूतिरस्तु सूनृता

O lord of gifts, singer of praises, heroic one, may your glory be accompanied by fair speech.

ऊर्ध्वस्तिष्ठा न ऊतये ऽस्मिन्वाजे शतक्रतो समन्येषु ब्रवावहै

Stand upright for our help, O hundred-powered one, in this contest; let us speak among the allies.

गाव उप वदावटे महि यज्ञस्य रप्सुदा उभा कर्णा हिरण्यया

The cows have come to the watering place, great with the sap of the sacrifice, both ears adorned with gold.

अभ्यारमिदद्रयो निषिक्तं पुष्करे मधु अवटस्य विसर्जने

The stones have flowed together, the sweet juice poured into the vessel, at the outflow of the watering place.

सिञ्चन्ति नमसावटमुच्चाचक्रं परिज्मानम् नीचीनबारमक्षितम्

They pour out with reverence at the watering place, the high-spoked, far-traveling, never-failing stream.

मा भेम मा श्रमिष्मोग्रस्य सख्ये तव महत्ते वृष्णो अभिचक्ष्यं कृतं पश्येम तुर्वशं यदुम्

Let us not fear, nor grow weary in your fierce companionship; O mighty one, let us witness the great deeds you have accomplished for Turvasha and Yadu.

सव्यामनु स्फिग्यं वावसे वृष्ना न दानो अस्य रोषति मध्वा संपृक्ताः सारघेण धेनवस्तूयमेहि द्रवा पिब

With your left flank you stir, O powerful one; the giver does not grow angry at this. The cows, mingled with honey and adorned, come forth; approach, drink the flowing nectar.

इमा उ त्वा पुरूवसो गिरो या मम पावकवर्णाः शुचयो विपश्चितो ऽभि स्तोमैरनूषत

These songs of mine, O Purūvasa, radiant and pure, wise and discerning, have praised you with hymns.

अयं सहस्रमृषिभिः सहस्कृतः समुद्र इव पप्रथे सत्यः सो अस्य महिमा गृणे शवो यज्ञेषु विप्रराज्ये

This one, honored by a thousand sages, has spread forth like the ocean; true is his greatness, I praise his power in the sacrifices and in the sovereignty of the wise.

यस्यायं विश्व आर्यो दासः शेवधिपा अरिः तिरश्चिदर्ये रुशमे पवीरवि तुभ्येत्सो अज्यते रयिः

For whom all, Aryan and Dasa, are subject; the enemy, even when hostile, is subdued. To you, O radiant one, wealth is offered.

तुरण्यवो मधुमन्तं घृतश्चतं विप्रासो अर्कमानृचुः अस्मे रयिः पप्रथे वृष्ण्यं शवो ऽस्मे स्वानास इन्दवः

The swift ones have sung the honeyed, clarified butter; the sages have chanted the hymn. For us, wealth has spread, the mighty power; for us, the streams, O Indu, are our own.

गोमन्न इन्दो अश्ववत्सुतः सुदक्ष धनिव शुचिं च वर्णमधि गोषु धार्य

O Indu, pressed with cows and horses, skillful, wealthy, pure in color, you are to be held among the cows.

स नो हरीणां पत इन्दो देवप्सरस्तमः सखेव सख्ये नर्यो रुचे भव

Be for us, O Indu, the lord of the Haris, most divine, like a friend in friendship, shining among the noble.