HYMN XXXIX INDRA. · ५ बार्हस्पत्यो भरद्वाज: । इन्द्र: । त्रिष्टुप् ।
6.39.1
म॒न्द्रस्य॑ क॒वेर्दि॒व्यस्य॒ वह्ने॒र्विप्र॑मन्मनो वच॒नस्य॒ मध्व॑: | अपा॑ न॒स्तस्य॑ सच॒नस्य॑ दे॒वेषो॑ युवस्व गृण॒ते गोअ॑ग्राः ||
OF this our charming, our celestial Soma, eloquent, wise, Priest, with inspired devotion, Of this thy close attendant, hast thou drunken. God, send the singer food with milk to grace it.
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6.39.1
म॒न्द्रस्य॑ क॒वेर्दि॒व्यस्य॒ वह्ने॒र्विप्र॑मन्मनो वच॒नस्य॒ मध्व॑: | अपा॑ न॒स्तस्य॑ सच॒नस्य॑ दे॒वेषो॑ युवस्व गृण॒ते गोअ॑ग्राः ||
OF this our charming, our celestial Soma, eloquent, wise, Priest, with inspired devotion, Of this thy close attendant, hast thou drunken. God, send the singer food with milk to grace it.
6.39.2
अ॒यमु॑शा॒नः पर्यद्रि॑मु॒स्रा ऋ॒तधी॑तिभिॠत॒युग्यु॑जा॒नः | रु॒जदरु॑ग्णं॒ वि व॒लस्य॒ सानुं॑ प॒णीँर्वचो॑भिर॒भि यो॑ध॒दिन्द्र॑: ||
Craving the kine, rushing against the mountain led on by Law, with holyminded comrades, He broke the never-broken ridge of Vala. With words of might Indra subdued the Paṇis.
6.39.3
अ॒यं द्यो॑तयद॒द्युतो॒ व्य१क्तून्दो॒षा वस्तो॑: श॒रद॒ इन्दु॑रिन्द्र | इ॒मं के॒तुम॑दधु॒र्नू चि॒दह्नां॒ शुचि॑जन्मन उ॒षस॑श्चकार ||
This Indu lighted darksome nights, O Indra, throughout the years, at morning and at evening. Him have they stablished as the days' bright ensign. He made the Mornings to be born in splendour.
6.39.4
अ॒यं रो॑चयद॒रुचो॑ रुचा॒नो॒३ऽयं वा॑सय॒द्व्यृ१तेन॑ पू॒र्वीः | अ॒यमी॑यत ऋत॒युग्भि॒रश्वै॑: स्व॒र्विदा॒ नाभि॑ना चर्षणि॒प्राः ||
He shone and caused to shme the worlds that shone not. By Law he lighted up the host of Mornings. He moves with Steeds yoked by eternal Order, contenting men with nave that finds the sunlight.
6.39.5
नू गृ॑णा॒नो गृ॑ण॒ते प्र॑त्न राज॒न्निष॑: पिन्व वसु॒देया॑य पू॒र्वीः | अ॒प ओष॑धीरवि॒षा वना॑नि॒ गा अर्व॑तो॒ नॄनृ॒चसे॑ रिरीहि ||
Now, praised, O Ancient King! fill thou the singer with plenteous food that he may deal forth treasures. Give waters, herbs that have no poison, forests, and kine, and steeds, and men, to him who lauds thee.