Rigveda 1.40

HYMN XL. BRAHMAṆASPATI · ८ कण्वो घौरः। ब्रह्मणस्पतिः। प्रगाथः – विषमा बृहत्यः, समाः सतोबृहत्यः।

1.40.1

उत्ति॑ष्ठ ब्रह्मणस्पते देव॒यन्त॑स्त्वेमहे | उप॒ प्र य॑न्तु म॒रुत॑: सु॒दान॑व॒ इन्द्र॑ प्रा॒शूर्भ॑वा॒ सचा॑ ||

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1.40.1

उत्ति॑ष्ठ ब्रह्मणस्पते देव॒यन्त॑स्त्वेमहे | उप॒ प्र य॑न्तु म॒रुत॑: सु॒दान॑व॒ इन्द्र॑ प्रा॒शूर्भ॑वा॒ सचा॑ ||

O BRAHMAṆASPATI, stand up: God-serving men we pray to thee. May they who give good gifts, the Maruts, come to us. Indra, most swift, be thou with them.

1.40.2

त्वामिद्धि स॑हसस्पुत्र॒ मर्त्य॑ उपब्रू॒ते धने॑ हि॒ते | सु॒वीर्यं॑ मरुत॒ आ स्वश्व्यं॒ दधी॑त॒ यो व॑ आच॒के ||

O Son of Strength, each mortal calls to thee for aid when spoil of battle waits for him. O Maruts, may this man who loves you well obtain wealth of good steeds and hero might.

1.40.3

प्रैतु॒ ब्रह्म॑ण॒स्पति॒: प्र दे॒व्ये॑तु सू॒नृता॑ | अच्छा॑ वी॒रं नर्यं॑ प॒ङ्क्तिरा॑धसं दे॒वा य॒ज्ञं न॑यन्तु नः ||

May Brahmaṇaspati draw nigh, may Sūnṛtā the Goddess come, And Gods bring to this rite which gives the five-fold gift the Hero, lover of mankind.

1.40.4

यो वा॒घते॒ ददा॑ति सू॒नरं॒ वसु॒ स ध॑त्ते॒ अक्षि॑ति॒ श्रव॑: | तस्मा॒ इळां॑ सु॒वीरा॒मा य॑जामहे सु॒प्रतू॑र्तिमने॒हस॑म् ||

He who bestows a noble guerdon on the priest wins fame that never shall decay. For him we offer sacred hero-giving food, peerless and conquering easily.

1.40.5

प्र नू॒नं ब्रह्म॑ण॒स्पति॒र्मन्त्रं॑ वदत्यु॒क्थ्य॑म् | यस्मि॒न्निन्द्रो॒ वरु॑णो मि॒त्रो अ॑र्य॒मा दे॒वा ओकां॑सि चक्रि॒रे ||

Now Brahmaṇaspati speaks forth aloud the solemn hymn of praise, Wherein Indra and Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman, the Gods, have made their dwelling place.

1.40.6

तमिद् वो॑चेमा वि॒दथे॑षु श॒म्भुवं॒ मन्त्रं॑ देवा अने॒हस॑म् | इ॒मां च॒ वाचं॑ प्रति॒हर्य॑था नरो॒ विश्वेद् वा॒मा वो॑ अश्नवत् ||

May we in holy synods, Gods! recite that hymn, peerless, that brings felicity. If you, O Heroes, graciously accept this word, may it obtain all bliss from you.

1.40.7

को दे॑व॒यन्त॑मश्नव॒ज् जनं॒ को वृ॒क्तब॑र्हिषम् | प्रप्र॑ दा॒श्वान् प॒स्त्या॑भिरस्थितान्त॒र्वाव॒त् क्षयं॑ दधे ||

Who shall approach the pious? who the man whose sacred grass is trimmed? The offerer with his folk advances more and more: he fills his house with precious things.

1.40.8

उप॑ क्ष॒त्रं पृ॑ञ्ची॒त हन्ति॒ राज॑भिर्भ॒ये चि॑त् सुक्षि॒तिं द॑धे | नास्य॑ व॒र्ता न त॑रु॒ता म॑हाध॒ने नार्भे॑ अस्ति व॒ज्रिण॑: ||

He amplifies his lordly might, with kings he slays: e’en mid alarms he dwells secure In great or lesser fight none checks him, none subdues,—the wielder of the thunderbolt.