HYMN LXXXV. INDRA. · ९ कृष्ण आङ्गिरस: । अश्विनौ ।गायत्री ।
8.85.1
आ मे॒ हवं॑ नास॒त्याऽश्वि॑ना॒ गच्छ॑तं यु॒वम् | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
FOR him the Mornings made their courses longer, and Nights with pleasant voices spake to Indra. For him the Floods stood still, the Seven Mothers, Streams easy for the heroes to pass over.
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8.85.1
आ मे॒ हवं॑ नास॒त्याऽश्वि॑ना॒ गच्छ॑तं यु॒वम् | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
FOR him the Mornings made their courses longer, and Nights with pleasant voices spake to Indra. For him the Floods stood still, the Seven Mothers, Streams easy for the heroes to pass over.
8.85.2
इ॒मं मे॒ स्तोम॑मश्विने॒मं मे॑ शृणुतं॒ हव॑म् | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
The Darter penetrated, though in trouble, thrice-seven close-pressed ridges of the mountains. Neither might God nor mortal man accomplish what the Strong Hero wrought in full-grown vigour.
8.85.3
अ॒यं वां॒ कृष्णो॑ अश्विना॒ हव॑ते वाजिनीवसू | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
The mightiest force is Indra's bolt of iron when firmly grasped in both the arms of Indra. His head and mouth have powers that pass all others, and all his people hasten near to listen.
8.85.4
शृ॒णु॒तं ज॑रि॒तुर्हवं॒ कृष्ण॑स्य स्तुव॒तो न॑रा | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
1 count thee as the Holiest of the Holy, the caster-down of what hath ne’er been shaken. I count thee as the Banner of the heroes, I count thee as the Chief of all men living.
8.85.5
छ॒र्दिर्य॑न्त॒मदा॑भ्यं॒ विप्रा॑य स्तुव॒ते न॑रा | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
What time, O Indra, in thine arms thou tookest thy wildly rushing bolt to Slay the Dragon, The mountains roared, the cattle loudly bellowed, the Brahmans with their hymns drew nigh to Indra.
8.85.6
गच्छ॑तं दा॒शुषो॑ गृ॒हमि॒त्था स्तु॑व॒तो अ॑श्विना | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
Let us praise him who made these worlds and creatures, all things that after him sprang into being. May we win Mitra with our songs, and Indra, and. wait upon our Lord with adoration.
8.85.7
यु॒ञ्जाथां॒ रास॑भं॒ रथे॑ वी॒ड्व॑ङ्गे वृषण्वसू | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
Flying in terror from the snort of Vṛtra, all Deities who were thy friends forsook thee. So, Indra, be thy friendship with the Maruts: in all these battles thou shalt be the victor.
8.85.8
त्रि॒व॒न्धु॒रेण॑ त्रि॒वृता॒ रथे॒ना या॑तमश्विना | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
Thrice-sixty Maruts, waxing strong, were with thee, like piles of beaming light, worthy of worship. We come to thee: grant us a happy portion. Let us adore thy might with this oblation.
8.85.9
नू मे॒ गिरो॑ नास॒त्याऽश्वि॑ना॒ प्राव॑तं यु॒वम् | मध्व॒: सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ||
A sharpened weapon is the host of Maruts. Who, Indra, dares withstand thy bolt of thunder? Weaponless are the Asuras, the godless: scatter them with thy wheel, Impetuous Hero.