HYMN CLXXVI. INDRA. · ६ अगस्त्यो मैत्रावरुणिः । इन्द्रः। अनुष्टुप्, ६ त्रिष्टुप्।
1.176.1
मत्सि॑ नो॒ वस्य॑ इष्टय॒ इन्द्र॑मिन्दो॒ वृषा वि॑श | ऋ॒घा॒यमा॑ण इन्वसि॒ शत्रु॒मन्ति॒ न वि॑न्दसि ||
CHEER thee with draughts to win us bliss: Soma, pierce Indra in thy strength. Thou stormest trembling in thy rage, and findest not a foeman nigh.
1 / 1
Scroll wheel or ↑ ↓ keys move between shlokas · swipe on touch
Source text
Source: DharmicData Sanskrit; Griffith English via rigveda-online (public domain)
This reader preserves the available Sanskrit and attributed translation. A modern interpretation is shown only when reviewed text exists in the source record.
1.176.1
मत्सि॑ नो॒ वस्य॑ इष्टय॒ इन्द्र॑मिन्दो॒ वृषा वि॑श | ऋ॒घा॒यमा॑ण इन्वसि॒ शत्रु॒मन्ति॒ न वि॑न्दसि ||
CHEER thee with draughts to win us bliss: Soma, pierce Indra in thy strength. Thou stormest trembling in thy rage, and findest not a foeman nigh.
1.176.2
तस्मि॒न्ना वे॑शया॒ गिरो॒ य एक॑श्चर्षणी॒नाम् | अनु॑ स्व॒धा यमु॒प्यते॒ यवं॒ न चर्कृ॑ष॒द् वृषा॑ ||
Make our songs penetrate to him who is the Only One of men; For whom the sacred food is spread, as the steer ploughs the barley in.
1.176.3
यस्य॒ विश्वा॑नि॒ हस्त॑यो॒: पञ्च॑ क्षिती॒नां वसु॑ | स्पा॒शय॑स्व॒ यो अ॑स्म॒ध्रुग्दि॒व्येवा॒शनि॑र्जहि ||
Within whose hands deposited all the Five Peoples’ treasures rest. Mark thou the man who injures us and kill him like the heavenly bolt.
1.176.4
असु॑न्वन्तं समं जहि दू॒णाशं॒ यो न ते॒ मय॑: | अ॒स्मभ्य॑मस्य॒ वेद॑नं द॒द्धि सू॒रिश्चि॑दोहते ||
Slay everyone who pours no gift, who, hard to reach, delights thee not. Bestow on us what wealth he hath: this even the worshipper awaits.
1.176.5
आवो॒ यस्य॑ द्वि॒बर्ह॑सो॒ऽर्केषु॑ सानु॒षगस॑त् | आ॒जाविन्द्र॑स्येन्दो॒ प्रावो॒ वाजे॑षु वा॒जिन॑म् ||
Thou helpest him the doubly strong whose hymns were sung unceasingly. When Indra fought, O Soma, thou helpest the mighty in the fray.
1.176.6
यथा॒ पूर्वे॑भ्यो जरि॒तृभ्य॑ इन्द्र॒ मय॑ इ॒वापो॒ न तृष्य॑ते ब॒भूथ॑ | तामनु॑ त्वा नि॒विदं॑ जोहवीमि वि॒द्यामे॒षं वृ॒जनं॑ जी॒रदा॑नुम् ||
As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, like water to the thirsty, So unto thee I sing this invocation. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.