Rigveda 6.34

HYMN XXXIV. INDRA. · ५ शुनहोत्रो भारद्वाज: । इन्द्र: । त्रिष्टुप् ।

6.34.1

सं च॒ त्वे ज॒ग्मुर्गिर॑ इन्द्र पू॒र्वीर्वि च॒ त्वद्य॑न्ति वि॒भ्वो॑ मनी॒षाः | पु॒रा नू॒नं च॑ स्तु॒तय॒ ऋषी॑णां पस्पृ॒ध्र इन्द्रे॒ अध्यु॑क्था॒र्का ||

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6.34.1

सं च॒ त्वे ज॒ग्मुर्गिर॑ इन्द्र पू॒र्वीर्वि च॒ त्वद्य॑न्ति वि॒भ्वो॑ मनी॒षाः | पु॒रा नू॒नं च॑ स्तु॒तय॒ ऋषी॑णां पस्पृ॒ध्र इन्द्रे॒ अध्यु॑क्था॒र्का ||

FULL Many songs have met in thee, O Indra, and many a noble thought from thee proceedeth. Now and of old the eulogies of sages, their holy hymns and lauds, have yearned for Indra.

6.34.2

पु॒रु॒हू॒तो यः पु॑रुगू॒र्त ऋभ्वाँ॒ एक॑: पुरुप्रश॒स्तो अस्ति॑ य॒ज्ञैः | रथो॒ न म॒हे शव॑से युजा॒नो॒३ऽस्माभि॒रिन्द्रो॑ अनु॒माद्यो॑ भूत् ||

He, praised of many, bold, invoked of many, alone is glorified at sacrifices. Like a car harnessed for some great achievement, Indra must be the cause of our rejoicing.

6.34.3

न यं हिंस॑न्ति धी॒तयो॒ न वाणी॒रिन्द्रं॒ नक्ष॒न्तीद॒भि व॒र्धय॑न्तीः | यदि॑ स्तो॒तार॑: श॒तं यत्स॒हस्रं॑ गृ॒णन्ति॒ गिर्व॑णसं॒ शं तद॑स्मै ||

They make their way to Indra and exalt him, bim whom no prayers and no laudations trouble; For when a hundred or a thousand singers. laud him who loves the song their praise delights him.

6.34.4

अस्मा॑ ए॒तद्दि॒व्य१र्चेव॑ मा॒सा मि॑मि॒क्ष इन्द्रे॒ न्य॑यामि॒ सोम॑: | जनं॒ न धन्व॑न्न॒भि सं यदाप॑: स॒त्रा वा॑वृधु॒र्हव॑नानि य॒ज्ञैः ||

As brightness mingles with the Moon in heaven, the offered Soma yearns to mix with Indra. Like water brought to men in desert places, our gifts at sacrifice have still refreshed him.

6.34.5

अस्मा॑ ए॒तन्मह्या॑ङ्गू॒षम॑स्मा॒ इन्द्रा॑य स्तो॒त्रं म॒तिभि॑रवाचि | अस॒द्यथा॑ मह॒ति वृ॑त्र॒तूर्य॒ इन्द्रो॑ वि॒श्वायु॑रवि॒ता वृ॒धश्च॑ ||

To him this mighty eulogy, to Indra hath this our laud been uttered by the poets, That in the great encounter with the foemen, Loved of all life, Indra may guard and help us.