Rigveda 3.51

HYMN LI. INDRA. · १२ गाथिनो विश्वामित्रः।इन्द्रः। त्रिष्टुप्, १-३जगती, १०-१२ गायत्री।

3.51.1

च॒र्ष॒णी॒धृतं॑ म॒घवा॑नमु॒क्थ्य१मिन्द्रं॒ गिरो॑ बृह॒तीर॒भ्य॑नूषत | वा॒वृ॒धा॒नं पु॑रुहू॒तं सु॑वृ॒क्तिभि॒रम॑र्त्यं॒ जर॑माणं दि॒वेदि॑वे ||

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3.51.1

च॒र्ष॒णी॒धृतं॑ म॒घवा॑नमु॒क्थ्य१मिन्द्रं॒ गिरो॑ बृह॒तीर॒भ्य॑नूषत | वा॒वृ॒धा॒नं पु॑रुहू॒तं सु॑वृ॒क्तिभि॒रम॑र्त्यं॒ जर॑माणं दि॒वेदि॑वे ||

HIGH hymns have sounded forth the praise of Maghavan, supporter of mankind, of Indra meet for lauds; Him who hath waxen great, invoked with beauteous songs, Immortal One, whose praise each day is sung aloud.

3.51.2

श॒तक्र॑तुमर्ण॒वं शा॒किनं॒ नरं॒ गिरो॑ म॒ इन्द्र॒मुप॑ यन्ति वि॒श्वत॑: | वा॒ज॒सनिं॑ पू॒र्भिदं॒ तूर्णि॑म॒प्तुरं॑ धाम॒साच॑मभि॒षाचं॑ स्व॒र्विद॑म् ||

To Indra from all sides go forth my songs of praise, the Lord of Hundred Powers, strong, Hero, like the sea, Swift, winner of the booty, breaker-down of forts, faithful and ever-glorious, finder of the light.

3.51.3

आ॒क॒रे वसो॑र्जरि॒ता प॑नस्यतेऽने॒हस॒: स्तुभ॒ इन्द्रो॑ दुवस्यति | वि॒वस्व॑त॒: सद॑न॒ आ हि पि॑प्रि॒ये स॑त्रा॒साह॑मभिमाति॒हनं॑ स्तुहि ||

Where battle's spoil is piled the singer winneth praise, for Indra taketh care of matchless worshippers. He in Vivasvān's dwelling findeth his delight: praise thou the ever-conquering slayer of the foe.

3.51.4

नृ॒णामु॑ त्वा॒ नृत॑मं गी॒र्भिरु॒क्थैर॒भि प्र वी॒रम॑र्चता स॒बाध॑: | सं सह॑से पुरुमा॒यो जि॑हीते॒ नमो॑ अस्य प्र॒दिव॒ एक॑ ईशे ||

Thee, valorous, most heroic of the heroes, shall the priests glorify with songg and praises. Full of all wondrous power he goes to conquest: worship is his, sole Lord from days aforetime.

3.51.5

पू॒र्वीर॑स्य नि॒ष्षिधो॒ मर्त्ये॑षु पु॒रू वसू॑नि पृथि॒वी बि॑भर्ति | इन्द्रा॑य॒ द्याव॒ ओष॑धीरु॒तापो॑ र॒यिं र॑क्षन्ति जी॒रयो॒ वना॑नि ||

Abundant are the gifts he gives to mortals: for him the earth bears a rich store of treasures. The heavens, the growing plants, the living waters, the forest trees preserve their wealth for Indra.

3.51.6

तुभ्यं॒ ब्रह्मा॑णि॒ गिर॑ इन्द्र॒ तुभ्यं॑ स॒त्रा द॑धिरे हरिवो जु॒षस्व॑ | बो॒ध्या॒३पिरव॑सो॒ नूत॑नस्य॒ सखे॑ वसो जरि॒तृभ्यो॒ वयो॑ धाः ||

To thee, O Indra, Lord of Bays, for ever are offered prayers and songs: accept them gladly. As Kinsman think thou of some fresh assistance; good Friend, give strength and life to those who praise thee.

3.51.7

इन्द्र॑ मरुत्व इ॒ह पा॑हि॒ सोमं॒ यथा॑ शार्या॒ते अपि॑बः सु॒तस्य॑ | तव॒ प्रणी॑ती॒ तव॑ शूर॒ शर्म॒न्ना वि॑वासन्ति क॒वय॑: सुय॒ज्ञाः ||

Here, Indra, drink thou Soma with the Maruts, as thou didst drink the juice beside Śāryāta. Under thy guidance, in thy keeping, Hero, the singers serve, skilled in fair sacrifices.

3.51.8

स वा॑वशा॒न इ॒ह पा॑हि॒ सोमं॑ म॒रुद्भि॑रिन्द्र॒ सखि॑भिः सु॒तं न॑: | जा॒तं यत्त्वा॒ परि॑ दे॒वा अभू॑षन् म॒हे भरा॑य पुरुहूत॒ विश्वे॑ ||

So eagerly desirous drink the Soma, our juice, O Indra, with thy friends the Maruts, Since at thy birth all Deities adorned thee for the great fight, O thou invoked of many.

3.51.9

अ॒प्तूर्ये॑ मरुत आ॒पिरे॒षोऽम॑न्द॒न्निन्द्र॒मनु॒ दाति॑वाराः | तेभि॑: सा॒कं पि॑बतु वृत्रखा॒दः सु॒तं सोमं॑ दा॒शुष॒: स्वे स॒धस्थे॑ ||

He was your comrade in your zeal, O Maruts: they, rich in noble gifts, rejoiced in Indra. With them together let the Vṛtra-slayer drink in his home the worshipper's libation.

3.51.10

इ॒दं ह्यन्वोज॑सा सु॒तं रा॑धानां पते | पिबा॒ त्व१स्य गि॑र्वणः ||

So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been pressed for thee with strength Drink of it, thou who lovest song.

3.51.11

॥ यस्ते॒ अनु॑ स्व॒धामस॑त्सु॒ते नि य॑च्छ त॒न्व॑म् | स त्वा॑ ममत्तु सो॒म्यम् ||

Incline thy body to this juice which suits thy Godlike nature well: May it cheer thee who lovest it.

3.51.12

॥ प्र ते॑ अश्नोतु कु॒क्ष्योः प्रेन्द्र॒ ब्रह्म॑णा॒ शिर॑: | प्र बा॒हू शू॑र॒ राध॑से ||

Brave Indra, let it work through both thy flanks, and through thy head by prayer, And through thine arms, to prosper us.