HYMN LXXVI. PRESS-STONES. · ८ सर्प ऐरावतो जरत्कर्णः। ग्रावाणः। जगती।
10.76.1
आ व॑ ऋञ्जस ऊ॒र्जां व्यु॑ष्टि॒ष्विन्द्रं॑ म॒रुतो॒ रोद॑सी अनक्तन | उ॒भे यथा॑ नो॒ अह॑नी सचा॒भुवा॒ सद॑:सदो वरिव॒स्यात॑ उ॒द्भिदा॑ ||
I GRASP at you when power and strength begin to dawn: bedew ye, Indra and the Maruts, Heaven and Earth, That Day and Night, in every hall of sacrifice, may wait on us and bless us when they first spring forth.
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10.76.1
आ व॑ ऋञ्जस ऊ॒र्जां व्यु॑ष्टि॒ष्विन्द्रं॑ म॒रुतो॒ रोद॑सी अनक्तन | उ॒भे यथा॑ नो॒ अह॑नी सचा॒भुवा॒ सद॑:सदो वरिव॒स्यात॑ उ॒द्भिदा॑ ||
I GRASP at you when power and strength begin to dawn: bedew ye, Indra and the Maruts, Heaven and Earth, That Day and Night, in every hall of sacrifice, may wait on us and bless us when they first spring forth.
10.76.2
तदु॒ श्रेष्ठं॒ सव॑नं सुनोत॒नाऽत्यो॒ न हस्त॑यतो॒ अद्रि॑: सो॒तरि॑ | वि॒दद्ध्य१र्यो अ॒भिभू॑ति॒ पौंस्यं॑ म॒हो रा॒ये चि॑त्तरुते॒ यदर्व॑तः ||
Press the libation out, most excellent of all: the Pressing-stone is grasped like a hand-guided steed. So let it win the valour that subdues the foe, and the fleet courser's might that speeds to ample wealth.
10.76.3
तदिद्ध्य॑स्य॒ सव॑नं वि॒वेर॒पो यथा॑ पु॒रा मन॑वे गा॒तुमश्रे॑त् | गोअ॑र्णसि त्वा॒ष्ट्रे अश्व॑निर्णिजि॒ प्रेम॑ध्व॒रेष्व॑ध्व॒राँ अ॑शिश्रयुः ||
Juice that this Stone pours out removes defect of ours, as in old time it brought prosperity to man. At sacrifices they established holy rites on Tvaṣṭar's milk-blent juice bright with the hue of steeds.
10.76.4
अप॑ हत र॒क्षसो॑ भङ्गु॒राव॑त स्कभा॒यत॒ निॠ॑तिं॒ सेध॒ताम॑तिम् | आ नो॑ र॒यिं सर्व॑वीरं सुनोतन देवा॒व्यं॑ भरत॒ श्लोक॑मद्रयः ||
Drive ye the treacherous demons far away from us: keep Nirrti afar and banish Penury. Pour riches forth for us with troops of hero sons, and bear ye up, O Stones, the song that visits Gods.
10.76.5
दि॒वश्चि॒दा वोऽम॑वत्तरेभ्यो वि॒भ्वना॑ चिदा॒श्व॑पस्तरेभ्यः | वा॒योश्चि॒दा सोम॑रभस्तरेभ्यो॒ऽग्नेश्चि॑दर्च पितु॒कृत्त॑रेभ्यः ||
To you who are more mighty than the heavens themselves, who, finishing your task with more than Vibhvan's speed, More rapidly than Vāyu seize the Soma juice, better than Agni give us food, to you I sing.
10.76.6
भु॒रन्तु॑ नो य॒शस॒: सोत्वन्ध॑सो॒ ग्रावा॑णो वा॒चा दि॒विता॑ दि॒वित्म॑ता | नरो॒ यत्र॑ दुह॒ते काम्यं॒ मध्वा॑घो॒षय॑न्तो अ॒भितो॑ मिथ॒स्तुर॑: ||
Stirred be the glorious Stones: let it press out the juice, the Stone with heavenly song that reaches up to heaven, There where the men draw forth the meath for which they long, sending their voice around in rivalry of speed.
10.76.7
सु॒न्वन्ति॒ सोमं॑ रथि॒रासो॒ अद्र॑यो॒ निर॑स्य॒ रसं॑ ग॒विषो॑ दुहन्ति॒ ते | दु॒हन्त्यूध॑रुप॒सेच॑नाय॒ कं नरो॑ ह॒व्या न म॑र्जयन्त आ॒सभि॑: ||
The Stones press out the Soma, swift as car-borne men, and, eager for the spoil, drain forth the sap thereof To fill the beaker, they exhaust the udder's store, as the men purify oblations with their lips.
10.76.8
ए॒ते न॑र॒: स्वप॑सो अभूतन॒ य इन्द्रा॑य सुनु॒थ सोम॑मद्रयः | वा॒मंवा॑मं वो दि॒व्याय॒ धाम्ने॒ वसु॑वसु व॒: पार्थि॑वाय सुन्व॒ते ||
Ye, present men, have been most skilful in your work, even ye, O Stones who pressed Soma for Indra's drink. May all ye have of fair go to the Heavenly Race, and all your treasure to the earthly worshipper.