Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 5 — Chapter 54

RV 5 54.1

प्र शर्धाय मारुताय स्वभानव इमाꣳ वाचम् अनजा पर्वतच्युते । घर्मस्तुभे दिव आ पृष्ठयज्वने द्युम्नश्रवसे महि नृम्णम् अर्चत

pra śardhāya mārutāya svabhānava imāṁ vācam anajā parvatacyute | gharmastubhe diva ā pṛṣṭhayajvane dyumnaśravase mahi nṛmṇam arcata

For the Marut troop, self-shining, shaker of mountains, anoint this speech; sing great manly power to the one who hums with the gharma-kettle, who sacrifices on the back of heaven, whose fame is brilliance.

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RV 5 54.2

प्र वो मरुतस् तविषा उदन्यवो वयोवृधो अश्वयुजः परिज्रयः । सꣳ विद्युता दधति वाशति त्रितः स्वरन्त्य् आपो ऽवना परिज्रयः

pra vo marutas taviṣā udanyavo vayovṛdho aśvayujaḥ parijrayaḥ | saṁ vidyutā dadhati vāśati tritaḥ svaranty āpo 'vanā parijrayaḥ

Forth (go) your mighty ones, O Maruts, seeking the waters, increasing vigour, yoking their horses, racing around; they put themselves together with the lightning, Trita bellows, the waters resound, racing around down the slopes.

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RV 5 54.3

विद्युन्महसो नरो अश्मदिद्यवो वातत्विषो मरुतः पर्वतच्युतः । अब्दया चिन् मुहुर् आ ह्रादुनीवृतः स्तनयदमा रभसा उदोजसः

vidyunmahaso naro aśmadidyavo vātatviṣo marutaḥ parvatacyutaḥ | abdayā cin muhur ā hrādunīvṛtaḥ stanayadamā rabhasā udojasaḥ

Great through lightning, men whose missiles are stones, whose rush is the wind, the Maruts, shakers of mountains, wrapped in hail again and again with the water-giving (clouds), thundering in their onset, impetuous, of surpassing strength.

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RV 5 54.4

व्य् अ१क्तून् रुद्रा व्य् अहानि शिक्वसो व्य् अ१न्तरिक्षꣳ वि रजाꣳसि धूतयः । वि यद् अज्राꣳ अजथ नाव ईꣳ यथा वि दुर्गाणि मरुतो नाह रिष्यथ

vy a1ktūn rudrā vy ahāni śikvaso vy a1ntarikṣaṁ vi rajāṁsi dhūtayaḥ | vi yad ajrām̐ ajatha nāva īṁ yathā vi durgāṇi maruto nāha riṣyatha

Through the nights, O Rudras, through the days, O capable ones, through the midspace, through the dusty realms, O shakers—when you drive across the plains as if they were ships, across the hard passages, O Maruts, you take no hurt at all.

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RV 5 54.5

तद् वीर्यꣳ वो मरुतो महित्वनꣳ दीर्घꣳ ततान सूर्यो न योजनम् । एता न यामे अगृभीतशोचिषो ऽनश्वदाꣳ यन् न्य् अयातना गिरिम्

tad vīryaṁ vo maruto mahitvanaṁ dīrghaṁ tatāna sūryo na yojanam | etā na yāme agṛbhītaśociṣo 'naśvadāṁ yan ny ayātanā girim

That heroic power of yours, O Maruts, that greatness, has stretched far, as the sun (stretches) its course, when you—your blaze not to be seized, like antelopes on the march—went down to the mountain that gives no horses.

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RV 5 54.6

अभ्राजि शर्धो मरुतो यद् अर्णसम् मोषथा वृक्षꣳ कपनेव वेधसः । अध स्मा नो अरमतिꣳ सजोषसश् चक्षुर् इव यन्तम् अनु नेषथा सुगम्

abhrāji śardho maruto yad arṇasam moṣathā vṛkṣaṁ kapaneva vedhasaḥ | adha smā no aramatiṁ sajoṣasaś cakṣur iva yantam anu neṣathā sugam

The host flashed forth, O Maruts, when you snatch away the watery (flood) and the tree, like a caterpillar, O ordainers. Then, of one accord, lead us on an easy path past our unrest, as an eye (leads) one who journeys.

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RV 5 54.7

न स जीयते मरुतो न हन्यते न स्रेधति न व्यथते न रिष्यति । नास्य राय उप दस्यन्ति नोतय ऋषिꣳ वा यꣳ राजानꣳ वा सुषूदथ

na sa jīyate maruto na hanyate na sredhati na vyathate na riṣyati | nāsya rāya upa dasyanti notaya ṛṣiṁ vā yaṁ rājānaṁ vā suṣūdatha

He is not overcome, O Maruts, he is not slain, he does not fail, he does not waver, he does not come to harm; his riches do not run dry, nor his helps—whether it is a ṛṣi or a king whom you set aright.

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RV 5 54.8

नियुत्वन्तो ग्रामजितो यथा नरो ऽर्यमणो न मरुतः कबन्धिनः । पिन्वन्त्य् उत्सꣳ यद् इनासो अस्वरन् व्य् उन्दन्ति पृथिवीम् मध्वो अन्धसा

niyutvanto grāmajito yathā naro 'ryamaṇo na marutaḥ kabandhinaḥ | pinvanty utsaṁ yad ināso asvaran vy undanti pṛthivīm madhvo andhasā

Like men driving teams, conquerors of villages, like Aryaman's (companions?), the Maruts with their water-casks—they make the spring swell when, mighty, they have roared; they drench the earth with the sap of sweetness.

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RV 5 54.9

प्रवत्वतीयम् पृथिवी मरुद्भ्यः प्रवत्वती द्यौर् भवति प्रयद्भ्यः । प्रवत्वतीः पथ्या अन्तरिक्ष्याः प्रवत्वन्तः पर्वता जीरदानवः

pravatvatīyam pṛthivī marudbhyaḥ pravatvatī dyaur bhavati prayadbhyaḥ | pravatvatīḥ pathyā antarikṣyāḥ pravatvantaḥ parvatā jīradānavaḥ

This earth is full of downward slopes for the Maruts, the heaven becomes full of slopes for those on their way; full of slopes are the paths of the midspace, full of slopes the mountains with their swift streams.

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RV 5 54.10

यन् मरुतः सभरसः स्वर्णरः सूर्य उदिते मदथा दिवो नरः । न वो ऽश्वाः श्रथयन्ताह सिस्रतः सद्यो अस्याध्वनः पारम् अश्नुथ

yan marutaḥ sabharasaḥ svarṇaraḥ sūrya udite madathā divo naraḥ | na vo 'śvāḥ śrathayantāha sisrataḥ sadyo asyādhvanaḥ pāram aśnutha

When, O Maruts, equal in strength, men of heaven, of the sun's realm, you exult at the sun's rising—your horses do not slacken as they run; on the same day you reach the far end of this road.

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RV 5 54.11

अꣳसेषु व ऋष्टयः पत्सु खादयो वक्षःसु रुक्मा मरुतो रथे शुभः । अग्निभ्राजसो विद्युतो गभस्त्योः शिप्राः शीर्षसु वितता हिरण्ययीः

aṁseṣu va ṛṣṭayaḥ patsu khādayo vakṣaḥsu rukmā maruto rathe śubhaḥ | agnibhrājaso vidyuto gabhastyoḥ śiprāḥ śīrṣasu vitatā hiraṇyayīḥ

On your shoulders are spears, on your feet anklets, on your breasts golden disks, O Maruts, on your chariot ornaments; fire-flashing lightnings in your two hands, and golden helmets stretched over your heads.

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RV 5 54.12

तꣳ नाकम् अर्यो अगृभीतशोचिषꣳ रुशत् पिप्पलम् मरुतो वि धूनुथ । सम् अच्यन्त वृजनातित्विषन्त यत् स्वरन्ति घोषꣳ विततम् ऋतायवः

taṁ nākam aryo agṛbhītaśociṣaṁ ruśat pippalam maruto vi dhūnutha | sam acyanta vṛjanātitviṣanta yat svaranti ghoṣaṁ vitatam ṛtāyavaḥ

That vault of heaven, whose blaze is not to be grasped, the gleaming berry, you shake apart, O Maruts. The communities drew together when they flashed forth; the seekers of ṛta sound out their far-stretching roar.

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RV 5 54.13

युष्मादत्तस्य मरुतो विचेतसो रायः स्याम रथ्यो३ वयस्वतः । न यो युच्छति तिष्यो३ यथा दिवो३ ऽस्मे रारन्त मरुतः सहस्रिणम्

yuṣmādattasya maruto vicetaso rāyaḥ syāma rathyo3 vayasvataḥ | na yo yucchati tiṣyo3 yathā divo3 'sme rāranta marutaḥ sahasriṇam

Of the wealth given by you, O discerning Maruts, may we be the charioteers—(wealth) full of vigour, which does not fade away, as Tiṣya does from the sky. Grant us, O Maruts, the thousandfold (wealth).

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RV 5 54.14

यूयꣳ रयिम् मरुतः स्पार्हवीरꣳ यूयम् ऋषिम् अवथ सामविप्रम् । यूयम् अर्वन्तम् भरताय वाजꣳ यूयꣳ धत्थ राजानꣳ श्रुष्टिमन्तम्

yūyaṁ rayim marutaḥ spārhavīraṁ yūyam ṛṣim avatha sāmavipram | yūyam arvantam bharatāya vājaṁ yūyaṁ dhattha rājānaṁ śruṣṭimantam

You, O Maruts, (give) wealth with sons to be desired; you aid the ṛṣi who is inspired with chant; you (give) a racehorse and prize to Bharata; you set up a king who is obedient.

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RV 5 54.15

तद् वो यामि द्रविणꣳ सद्यऊतयो येना स्व१र् ण ततनाम नॄꣳर् अभि । इदꣳ सु मे मरुतो हर्यता वचो यस्य तरेम तरसा शतꣳ हिमाः

tad vo yāmi draviṇaṁ sadyaūtayo yenā sva1r ṇa tatanāma nṝm̐r abhi | idaṁ su me maruto haryatā vaco yasya tarema tarasā śataṁ himāḥ

That substance I ask of you, you of instant help, by which we may spread out over men like the sun. Take pleasure in this speech of mine, O Maruts, by whose crossing-power we may cross a hundred winters.

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