Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 166

RV 1 166.1

तन् नु वोचाम रभसाय जन्मने पूर्वम् महित्वꣳ वृषभस्य केतवे । ऐधेव यामन् मरुतस् तुविष्वणो युधेव शक्रास् तविषाणि कर्तन

tan nu vocāma rabhasāya janmane pūrvam mahitvaṁ vṛṣabhasya ketave | aidheva yāman marutas tuviṣvaṇo yudheva śakrās taviṣāṇi kartana

Let us now proclaim that ancient greatness for the impetuous race, for the banner of the bull. As with fire on your march, O loud-roaring Maruts, as in battle, O able ones, do mighty deeds.

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RV 1 166.2

नित्यꣳ न सूनुम् मधु बिभ्रत उप क्रीऴन्ति क्रीऴा विदथेषु घृष्वयः । नक्षन्ति रुद्रा अवसा नमस्विनꣳ न मर्धन्ति स्वतवसो हविष्कृतम्

nityaṁ na sūnum madhu bibhrata upa krīḻanti krīḻā vidatheṣu ghṛṣvayaḥ | nakṣanti rudrā avasā namasvinaṁ na mardhanti svatavaso haviṣkṛtam

Bearing sweetness as (one bears) one's own son, they play in play at the rites, exultant; the Rudras come with aid to the reverent man; being of their own strength, they do not slight the one who has made the oblation.

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RV 1 166.3

यस्मा ऊमासो अमृता अरासत रायस् पोषꣳ च हविषा ददाशुषे । उक्षन्त्य् अस्मै मरुतो हिता इव पुरू रजाꣳसि पयसा मयोभुवः

yasmā ūmāso amṛtā arāsata rāyas poṣaṁ ca haviṣā dadāśuṣe | ukṣanty asmai maruto hitā iva purū rajāṁsi payasā mayobhuvaḥ

To whom the immortal helpers have granted increase of riches, to him who has served with oblation — for him the Maruts, like (steeds) urged on, sprinkle the many realms with milk, bringing comfort.

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RV 1 166.4

आ ये रजाꣳसि तविषीभिर् अव्यत प्र व एवासः स्वयतासो अध्रजन् । भयन्ते विश्वा भुवनानि हर्म्या चित्रो वो यामः प्रयतास्व् ऋष्टिषु

ā ye rajāṁsi taviṣībhir avyata pra va evāsaḥ svayatāso adhrajan | bhayante viśvā bhuvanāni harmyā citro vo yāmaḥ prayatāsv ṛṣṭiṣu

Who have wrapped the realms about with their powers — your onrushes, self-driven, have darted forth; all beings and dwellings are afraid; brilliant is your course when the spears are held out.

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RV 1 166.5

यत् त्वेषयामा नदयन्त पर्वतान् दिवो वा पृष्ठꣳ नर्या अचुच्यवुः । विश्वो वो अज्मन् भयते वनस्पती रथीयन्तीव प्र जिहीत ओषधिः

yat tveṣayāmā nadayanta parvatān divo vā pṛṣṭhaṁ naryā acucyavuḥ | viśvo vo ajman bhayate vanaspatī rathīyantīva pra jihīta oṣadhiḥ

When, terrible in their march, they made the mountains roar, or the manly ones shook the back of heaven — every tree of the forest fears at your onset; the plant bends aside as though racing a chariot.

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RV 1 166.6

यूयꣳ न उग्रा मरुतः सुचेतुनारिष्टग्रामाः सुमतिम् पिपर्तन । यत्रा वो दिद्युद् रदति क्रिविर्दती रिणाति पश्वः सुधितेव बर्हणा

yūyaṁ na ugrā marutaḥ sucetunāriṣṭagrāmāḥ sumatim pipartana | yatrā vo didyud radati krivirdatī riṇāti paśvaḥ sudhiteva barhaṇā

You, fierce Maruts, whose troop is unharmed, fulfil your favour for us with kindly thought, there where your missile with its krivi-teeth furrows (the ground) and tears away the cattle, as with a well-aimed force.

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RV 1 166.7

प्र स्कम्भदेष्णा अनवभ्रराधसो ऽलातृणासो विदथेषु सुष्टुताः । अर्चन्त्य् अर्कम् मदिरस्य पीतये विदुर् वीरस्य प्रथमानि पौꣳस्या

pra skambhadeṣṇā anavabhrarādhaso 'lātṛṇāso vidatheṣu suṣṭutāḥ | arcanty arkam madirasya pītaye vidur vīrasya prathamāni pauṁsyā

Forth (they come), whose gifts are props, whose bounty is not to be carried off, not stinting, well praised at the rites; they chant the chant for the drinking of the exhilarating (soma); they know the hero's foremost deeds of manhood.

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RV 1 166.8

शतभुजिभिस् तम् अभिह्रुतेर् अघात् पूर्भी रक्षता मरुतो यम् आवत । जनꣳ यम् उग्रास् तवसो विरप्शिनः पाथना शꣳसात् तनयस्य पुष्टिषु

śatabhujibhis tam abhihruter aghāt pūrbhī rakṣatā maruto yam āvata | janaṁ yam ugrās tavaso virapśinaḥ pāthanā śaṁsāt tanayasya puṣṭiṣu

With hundredfold strongholds guard him from injury, from evil, O Maruts — him whom you have favoured; the man whom you, terrible, strong, exuberant ones, keep safe from slander, in the thriving of his offspring.

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RV 1 166.9

विश्वानि भद्रा मरुतो रथेषु वो मिथस्पृध्येव तविषाण्य् आहिता । अꣳसेष्व् आ वः प्रपथेषु खादयो ऽक्षो वश् चक्रा समया वि वावृते

viśvāni bhadrā maruto ratheṣu vo mithaspṛdhyeva taviṣāṇy āhitā | aṁseṣv ā vaḥ prapatheṣu khādayo 'kṣo vaś cakrā samayā vi vāvṛte

All good things, O Maruts, are set in your chariots, and your powers as if vying with one another. On your shoulders are the clasps for the long journeys; your axle turns the wheels evenly.

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RV 1 166.10

भूरीणि भद्रा नर्येषु बाहुषु वक्षःसु रुक्मा रभसासो अञ्जयः । अꣳसेष्व् एताः पविषु क्षुरा अधि वयो न पक्षान् व्य् अनु श्रियो धिरे

bhūrīṇi bhadrā naryeṣu bāhuṣu vakṣaḥsu rukmā rabhasāso añjayaḥ | aṁseṣv etāḥ paviṣu kṣurā adhi vayo na pakṣān vy anu śriyo dhire

Many good things are on their manly arms, gold discs on their chests, impetuous ointments; dappled (skins?) on their shoulders, razors upon the wheel-rims: like birds they have spread out their splendours along their wings.

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RV 1 166.11

महान्तो मह्ना विभ्वो३ विभूतयो दूरेदृशो ये दिव्या इव स्तृभिः । मन्द्राः सुजिह्वाः स्वरितार आसभिः सम्मिश्ला इन्द्रे मरुतः परिष्टुभः

mahānto mahnā vibhvo3 vibhūtayo dūredṛśo ye divyā iva stṛbhiḥ | mandrāḥ sujihvāḥ svaritāra āsabhiḥ sammiślā indre marutaḥ pariṣṭubhaḥ

Great through greatness, far-reaching, of abundant power, seen from afar like the heavenly ones with the stars; delightful, fair-tongued, sounding out with their mouths, the Maruts, mingled with Indra, shouting all around.

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RV 1 166.12

तद् वः सुजाता मरुतो महित्वनꣳ दीर्घꣳ वो दात्रम् अदितेर् इव व्रतम् । इन्द्रश् चन त्यजसा वि ह्रुणाति तज् जनाय यस्मै सुकृते अराध्वम्

tad vaḥ sujātā maruto mahitvanaṁ dīrghaṁ vo dātram aditer iva vratam | indraś cana tyajasā vi hruṇāti taj janāya yasmai sukṛte arādhvam

That is your greatness, well-born Maruts; long-lasting is your gift, like Aditi's ordinance. Not even Indra, by hostile abandonment, bends that aside — (the gift) for the man, the well-doer, to whom you have granted it.

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RV 1 166.13

तद् वो जामित्वम् मरुतः परे युगे पुरू यच् छꣳसम् अमृतास आवत । अया धिया मनवे श्रुष्टिम् आव्या साकꣳ नरो दꣳसनैर् आ चिकित्रिरे

tad vo jāmitvam marutaḥ pare yuge purū yac chaṁsam amṛtāsa āvata | ayā dhiyā manave śruṣṭim āvyā sākaṁ naro daṁsanair ā cikitrire

That kinship of yours, Maruts, in the distant age — that you, immortals, often favoured (our) praise. With this insight, having granted hearing to Manu, the men made themselves known together through their wondrous deeds.

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RV 1 166.14

येन दीर्घम् मरुतः शूशवाम युष्माकेन परीणसा तुरासः । आ यत् ततनन् वृजने जनास एभिर् यज्ञेभिस् तद् अभीष्टिम् अश्याम्

yena dīrgham marutaḥ śūśavāma yuṣmākena parīṇasā turāsaḥ | ā yat tatanan vṛjane janāsa ebhir yajñebhis tad abhīṣṭim aśyām

That abundance of yours, O swift Maruts, by which we would prosper long — what people may stretch out in the community: may I attain that object of desire by these sacrifices.

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RV 1 166.15

एष वः स्तोमो मरुत इयꣳ गीर् मान्दार्यस्य मान्यस्य कारोः । एषा यासीष्ट तन्वे वयाꣳ विद्यामेषꣳ वृजनꣳ जीरदानुम्

eṣa vaḥ stomo maruta iyaṁ gīr māndāryasya mānyasya kāroḥ | eṣā yāsīṣṭa tanve vayāṁ vidyāmeṣaṁ vṛjanaṁ jīradānum

This is your praise, Maruts, this the song of the poet Māndārya Mānya. Let it seek nourishment for the body. May we find refreshment, a strong community, quick-flowing (water).

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