HYMN LXXXVIII. MARUTS. · ६ गोतमो राहूगणः। मरुतः। त्रिष्टुप्, १, ६ प्रस्तारपंक्तिः, ५ विराड् रुपा।
1.88.1
आ वि॒द्युन्म॑द्भिर्मरुतः स्व॒र्कै रथे॑भिर्यात ऋष्टि॒मद्भि॒रश्व॑पर्णैः | आ वर्षि॑ष्ठया न इ॒षा वयो॒ न प॑प्तता सुमायाः ||
COME hither, Maruts, on your lightning laden cars, sounding with sweet songs, armed with lances, winged with steeds. Fly unto us with noblest food, like birds, O ye of mighty power.
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1.88.1
आ वि॒द्युन्म॑द्भिर्मरुतः स्व॒र्कै रथे॑भिर्यात ऋष्टि॒मद्भि॒रश्व॑पर्णैः | आ वर्षि॑ष्ठया न इ॒षा वयो॒ न प॑प्तता सुमायाः ||
COME hither, Maruts, on your lightning laden cars, sounding with sweet songs, armed with lances, winged with steeds. Fly unto us with noblest food, like birds, O ye of mighty power.
1.88.2
ते॑ऽरु॒णेभि॒र्वर॒मा पि॒शङ्गै॑: शु॒भे कं या॑न्ति रथ॒तूर्भि॒रश्वै॑: | रु॒क्मो न चि॒त्रः स्वधि॑तीवान् प॒व्या रथ॑स्य जङ्घनन्त॒ भूम॑ ||
With their red-hued or, haply, tawny coursers which speed their chariots on, they come for glory. Brilliant like gold is he who holds the thunder. Earth have they smitten with the chariot's felly.
1.88.3
श्रि॒ये कं वो॒ अधि॑ त॒नूषु॒ वाशी॑र्मे॒धा वना॒ न कृ॑णवन्त ऊ॒र्ध्वा | यु॒ष्मभ्यं॒ कं म॑रुतः सुजातास्तुविद्यु॒म्नासो॑ धनयन्ते॒ अद्रि॑म् ||
For beauty ye have swords upon your bodies. As they stir woods so may they stir our spirits. For your sake, O ye Maruts very mighty and well-born, have they set the stone, in motion.
1.88.4
अहा॑नि॒ गृध्रा॒: पर्या व॒ आगु॑रि॒मां धियं॑ वार्का॒र्यां च॑ दे॒वीम् | ब्रह्म॑ कृ॒ण्वन्तो॒ गोत॑मासो अ॒र्कैरू॒र्ध्वं नु॑नुद्र उत्स॒धिं पिब॑ध्यै ||
The days went round you and came back O yearners, back, to this prayer and to this solemn worship. The Gotamas making their prayer with singing have pushed the well's lid up to drink the water.
1.88.5
ए॒तत् त्यन्न योज॑नमचेति स॒स्वर्ह॒ यन्म॑रुतो॒ गोत॑मो वः | पश्य॒न् हिर॑ण्यचक्रा॒नयो॑दंष्ट्रान् वि॒धाव॑तो व॒राहू॑न् ||
No hymn way ever known like this aforetime which Gotama sang forth for you, O Maruts, What time upon your golden wheels he saw you, wild boars rushing about with tusks of iron.
1.88.6
ए॒षा स्या वो॑ मरुतोऽनुभ॒र्त्री प्रति॑ ष्टोभति वा॒घतो॒ न वाणी॑ | अस्तो॑भय॒द् वृथा॑सा॒मनु॑ स्व॒धां गभ॑स्त्योः ||
To you this freshening draught of Soma rusheth, O Maruts, like the voice of one who prayeth. It rusheth freely from our hands as these libations wont to flow.