Rigveda 5.64

HYMN LX1V. MITRA-VARUṆA · ७ अर्चनाना आत्रेयः। मित्रावरुणौ। अनुष्टुप्, ७ पङ्क्तिः।

5.64.1

वरु॑णं वो रि॒शाद॑समृ॒चा मि॒त्रं ह॑वामहे | परि॑ व्र॒जेव॑ बा॒ह्वोर्ज॑ग॒न्वांसा॒ स्व॑र्णरम् ||

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5.64.1

वरु॑णं वो रि॒शाद॑समृ॒चा मि॒त्रं ह॑वामहे | परि॑ व्र॒जेव॑ बा॒ह्वोर्ज॑ग॒न्वांसा॒ स्व॑र्णरम् ||

You, foeman-slaying Varuṇa and Mitra, we invoke with song, Who, as with penfold of your arms, encompass round the realm of light.

5.64.2

ता बा॒हवा॑ सुचे॒तुना॒ प्र य॑न्तमस्मा॒ अर्च॑ते | शेवं॒ हि जा॒र्यं॑ वां॒ विश्वा॑सु॒ क्षासु॒ जोगु॑वे ||

Stretch out your arms with favouring love unto this man who singeth hymns, For in all places is sung forth your evergracious friendliness.

5.64.3

यन्नू॒नम॒श्यां गतिं॑ मि॒त्रस्य॑ यायां प॒था | अस्य॑ प्रि॒यस्य॒ शर्म॒ण्यहिं॑सानस्य सश्चिरे ||

That I may gain a refuge now, may my steps be on Mitra's path. Men go protected in the charge of this dear Friend who harms us not.

5.64.4

यु॒वाभ्यां॑ मित्रावरुणोप॒मं धे॑यामृ॒चा | यद्ध॒ क्षये॑ म॒घोनां॑ स्तोतॄ॒णां च॑ स्पू॒र्धसे॑ ||

Mitra and Varuṇa, from you may I, by song, win noblest meed. That shall stir envy in the homes of wealthy chiefs and those who praise.

5.64.5

आ नो॑ मित्र सुदी॒तिभि॒र्वरु॑णश्च स॒धस्थ॒ आ | स्वे क्षये॑ म॒घोनां॒ सखी॑नां च वृ॒धसे॑ ||

With your fair splendours, Varuṇa and Mitra, to our gathering come, That in their homes the wealthy chiefs and they who are your friends may thrive.

5.64.6

यु॒वं नो॒ येषु॑ वरुण क्ष॒त्रं बृ॒हच्च॑ बिभृ॒थः | उ॒रु णो॒ वाज॑सातये कृ॒तं रा॒ये स्व॒स्तये॑ ||

With those, moreover, among whom ye hold your high supremacy, Vouchsafe us room that we may win strength for prosperity and wealth.

5.64.7

उ॒च्छन्त्यां॑ मे यज॒ता दे॒वक्ष॑त्रे॒ रुश॑द्गवि | सु॒तं सोमं॒ न ह॒स्तिभि॒रा प॒ड्भिर्धा॑वतं नरा॒ बिभ्र॑तावर्च॒नान॑सम् ||

When morning flushes, Holy Ones! in the Gods’ realm where white Cows shine, Supporting Arcananas, speed, ye Heroes, with your active feet hither to my pressed Soma juice.