Rigveda 3.41

HYMN XLI. INDRA. · ९ गाथिनो विश्वामित्रः। इन्द्रः। गायत्री।

3.41.1

आ तू न॑ इन्द्र म॒द्र्य॑ग्घुवा॒नः सोम॑पीतये | हरि॑भ्यां याह्यद्रिवः ||

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3.41.1

आ तू न॑ इन्द्र म॒द्र्य॑ग्घुवा॒नः सोम॑पीतये | हरि॑भ्यां याह्यद्रिवः ||

INVOKED to drink the Soma juice, come with thy Bay Steeds, Thunder-armed Come, Indra, hitherward to me.

3.41.2

स॒त्तो होता॑ न ऋ॒त्विय॑स्तिस्ति॒रे ब॒र्हिरा॑नु॒षक् | अयु॑ज्रन्प्रा॒तरद्र॑यः ||

Our priest is seated, true to time; the grass is regularly strewn; The pressing-stones were set at morn.

3.41.3

इ॒मा ब्रह्म॑ ब्रह्मवाहः क्रि॒यन्त॒ आ ब॒र्हिः सी॑द | वी॒हि शू॑र पुरो॒ळाश॑म् ||

These prayers, O thou who hearest prayer are offered: seat thee on the grass. Hero, enjoy the offered cake.

3.41.4

रा॒र॒न्धि सव॑नेषु ण ए॒षु स्तोमे॑षु वृत्रहन् | उ॒क्थेष्वि॑न्द्र गिर्वणः ||

O Vṛtra-slayer, be thou pleased with these libations, with these hymns, Song-loving Indra, with our lauds.

3.41.5

म॒तय॑: सोम॒पामु॒रुं रि॒हन्ति॒ शव॑स॒स्पति॑म् | इन्द्रं॑ व॒त्सं न मा॒तर॑: ||

Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, drinker of the Soma's juice, Indra, as mother-cows their calf.

3.41.6

स म॑न्दस्वा॒ ह्यन्ध॑सो॒ राध॑से त॒न्वा॑ म॒हे | न स्तो॒तारं॑ नि॒दे क॑रः ||

Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence: Yield not thy singer to reproach.

3.41.7

व॒यमि॑न्द्र त्वा॒यवो॑ ह॒विष्म॑न्तो जरामहे | उ॒त त्वम॑स्म॒युर्व॑सो ||

We, Indra, dearly loving thee, bearing oblation, sing thee hymns Thou, Vasu, dearly lovest us.

3.41.8

मारे अ॒स्मद् वि मु॑मुचो॒ हरि॑प्रिया॒र्वाङ् या॑हि | इन्द्र॑ स्वधावो॒ मत्स्वे॒ह ||

O thou to whom thy Bays are dear, loose not thy Horses far from us: Here glad thee, Indra, Lord divine.

3.41.9

अ॒र्वाञ्चं॑ त्वा सु॒खे रथे॒ वह॑तामिन्द्र के॒शिना॑ | घृ॒तस्नू॑ ब॒र्हिरा॒सदे॑ ||

May long-maned Coursers, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car hitherward, Indra, to seat thee on the grass.