Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 5 — Chapter 58

RV 5 58.1

तम् उ नूनꣳ तविषीमन्तम् एषाꣳ स्तुषे गणम् मारुतꣳ नव्यसीनाम् । य आश्वश्वा अमवद् वहन्त उतेशिरे अमृतस्य स्वराजः

tam u nūnaṁ taviṣīmantam eṣāṁ stuṣe gaṇam mārutaṁ navyasīnām | ya āśvaśvā amavad vahanta uteśire amṛtasya svarājaḥ

Him indeed now — this mighty Marut troop of these newest (songs) — I praise, who driving with swift horses bear (us) powerfully, and who, self-ruling, are masters of immortality.

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RV 5 58.2

त्वेषꣳ गणꣳ तवसꣳ खादिहस्तꣳ धुनिव्रतम् मायिनꣳ दातिवारम् । मयोभुवो ये अमिता महित्वा वन्दस्व विप्र तुविराधसो नॄन्

tveṣaṁ gaṇaṁ tavasaṁ khādihastaṁ dhunivratam māyinaṁ dātivāram | mayobhuvo ye amitā mahitvā vandasva vipra tuvirādhaso nṝn

The glittering troop, strong, with bracelets on their hands, of roaring observance, possessed of magic, giving choice things — those who bring comfort, unmeasured in greatness: praise them, O inspired singer, the men of abundant bounty.

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RV 5 58.3

आ वो यन्तूदवाहासो अद्य वृष्टिꣳ ये विश्वे मरुतो जुनन्ति । अयꣳ यो अग्निर् मरुतः समिद्ध एतꣳ जुषध्वꣳ कवयो युवानः

ā vo yantūdavāhāso adya vṛṣṭiṁ ye viśve maruto junanti | ayaṁ yo agnir marutaḥ samiddha etaṁ juṣadhvaṁ kavayo yuvānaḥ

Let the bringers of water come to you today, all the Maruts who speed the rain onward; this Agni here that is kindled, O Maruts — take pleasure in him, O poets, O youths.

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RV 5 58.4

यूयꣳ राजानम् इर्यꣳ जनाय विभ्वतष्टꣳ जनयथा यजत्राः । युष्मद् एति मुष्टिहा बाहुजूतो युष्मत् सदश्वो मरुतः सुवीरः

yūyaṁ rājānam iryaṁ janāya vibhvataṣṭaṁ janayathā yajatrāḥ | yuṣmad eti muṣṭihā bāhujūto yuṣmat sadaśvo marutaḥ suvīraḥ

You, O ones worthy of worship, bring forth for the people a king, vigorous, fashioned by Vibhvan. From you comes the fist-fighter, swift of arm; from you, O Maruts, the man rich in horses and rich in heroes.

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RV 5 58.5

अरा इवेद् अचरमा अहेव प्र-प्र जायन्ते अकवा महोभिः । पृश्नेः पुत्रा उपमासो रभिष्ठाः स्वया मत्या मरुतः सम् मिमिक्षुः

arā ived acaramā aheva pra-pra jāyante akavā mahobhiḥ | pṛśneḥ putrā upamāso rabhiṣṭhāḥ svayā matyā marutaḥ sam mimikṣuḥ

Like spokes with no last one, like days, they are born forth and forth, not defective, with their greatnesses. The sons of Pṛśni, the nearest, the most impetuous — the Maruts have joined themselves by their own intent.

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RV 5 58.6

यत् प्रायासिष्ट पृषतीभिर् अश्वैर् वीऴुपविभिर् मरुतो रथेभिः । क्षोदन्त आपो रिणते वनान्य् अवोस्रियो वृषभः क्रन्दतु द्यौः

yat prāyāsiṣṭa pṛṣatībhir aśvair vīḻupavibhir maruto rathebhiḥ | kṣodanta āpo riṇate vanāny avosriyo vṛṣabhaḥ krandatu dyauḥ

When you have set out, Maruts, with your dappled mares as horses, with chariots whose felloes are strong, the waters surge, the forests run apart; let Dyaus, the ruddy bull, bellow downward.

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RV 5 58.7

प्रथिष्ट यामन् पृथिवी चिद् एषाम् भर्तेव गर्भꣳ स्वम् इच् छवो धुः । वातान् ह्य् अश्वान् धुर्य् आयुयुज्रे वर्षꣳ स्वेदꣳ चक्रिरे रुद्रियासः

prathiṣṭa yāman pṛthivī cid eṣām bharteva garbhaṁ svam ic chavo dhuḥ | vātān hy aśvān dhury āyuyujre varṣaṁ svedaṁ cakrire rudriyāsaḥ

At their journeying even the earth spread wide; like a bearer (carrying) an embryo, they set down their very own strength. For they yoked the winds as horses at the chariot-pole; the sons of Rudra made the rain their sweat.

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RV 5 58.8

हये नरो मरुतो मृऴता नस् तुवीमघासो अमृता ऋतज्ञाः । सत्यश्रुतः कवयो युवानो बृहद्गिरयो बृहद् उक्षमाणाः

haye naro maruto mṛḻatā nas tuvīmaghāso amṛtā ṛtajñāḥ | satyaśrutaḥ kavayo yuvāno bṛhadgirayo bṛhad ukṣamāṇāḥ

Ho, men, Maruts, be gracious to us — you of abundant bounty, immortal, knowers of ṛta, of true renown, sages, young, with lofty songs, sprinkling loftily.

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