Containing 25 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
नास॑त्याभ्यां ब॒र्हिरि॑व॒ प्र वृ॑ञ्जे॒ स्तोमाँ॑ इयर्म्य॒भ्रिये॑व॒ वातः॑ यावर्भ॑गाय विम॒दाय॑ जा॒यां से॑ना॒जुवा॑ न्यू॒हतू॒ रथे॑न
"I TRIM like grass my song for the Nâsatyas and send their lauds forth as the wind drives rainclouds, Who, in a chariot rapid as an arrow, brought to the youthful Vimada a consort."
वी॒ळु॒पत्म॑भिराशु॒हेम॑भिर्वा दे॒वानां॑ वा जू॒तिभिः॒ शाश॑दाना तद्रास॑भो नासत्या स॒हस्र॑मा॒जा य॒मस्य॑ प्र॒धने॑ जिगाय
"Borne on by rapid steeds of mighty pinion, or proudly trusting in the Gods' incitements. That stallion ass of yours won, O Nâsatyas, that thousand in the race, in Yama's contest."
तुग्रो॑ ह भु॒ज्युम॑श्विनोदमे॒घे र॒यिं न कश्चि॑न्ममृ॒वाँ अवा॑हाः तमू॑हथुर्नौ॒भिरा॑त्म॒न्वती॑भिरन्तरिक्ष॒प्रुद्भि॒रपो॑दकाभिः
"Yea, Aṣvins, as a dead man leaves his riches, Tugra left Bhujyu in the cloud of waters. Ye brought him back in animated vessels, traversing air, unwetted by the billows."
ति॒स्रः क्षप॒स्त्रिरहा॑ति॒व्रज॑द्भि॒र्नास॑त्या भु॒ज्युमू॑हथुः पतं॒गैः स॒मु॒द्रस्य॒ धन्व॑न्ना॒र्द्रस्य॑ पा॒रे त्रि॒भी रथैः॑ श॒तप॑द्भिः॒ षळ॑श्वैः
"Bhujyu ye bore with winged things, Nâsatyas, which for three nights, three days full swiftly travelled, To the sea's farther shore, the strand of ocean, in three cars, hundred-footed, with six horses."
अ॒ना॒र॒म्भ॒णे तद॑वीरयेथामनास्था॒ने अ॑ग्रभ॒णे स॑मु॒द्रे यद॑श्विना ऊ॒हथु॑र्भु॒ज्युमस्तं॑ श॒तारि॑त्रां॒ नाव॑मातस्थि॒वांस॑म्
"Ye wrought that hero exploit in the ocean which giveth no support, or hold or station, What time ye carried Bhujyu to his dwelling, borne in a ship with hundred oars, O Aṣvins."
यम॑श्विना द॒दथुः॑ श्वे॒तमश्व॑म॒घाश्वा॑य॒ शश्व॒दित्स्व॒स्ति तद्वां॑ दा॒त्रं महि॑ की॒र्तेन्यं॑ भूत्पै॒द्वो वा॒जी सद॒मिद्धव्यो॑ अ॒र्यः
"The white horse which of old ye gave Aghasva, Aṣvins, a gift to be his wealth for ever,– Still to be praised is that your glorious present, still to be famed is the braye horse of Pedu."
यु॒वं न॑रा स्तुव॒ते प॑ज्रि॒याय॑ क॒क्षीव॑ते अरदतं॒ पुरं॑धिम् का॒रो॒त॒राच्छ॒फादश्व॑स्य॒ वृष्णः॑ श॒तं कु॒म्भाँ अ॑सिञ्चतं॒ सुरा॑याः
"O Heroes, ye gave wisdom to Kakshîvân who sprang from Pajra's line, who sang your praises. Ye poured forth from the hoof of your strong charger a hundred jars of wine as from a strainer."
हि॒मेना॒ग्निं घ्रं॒सम॑वारयेथां पितु॒मती॒मूर्ज॑मस्मा अधत्तम् ऋ॒बीसे॒ अत्रि॑मश्वि॒नाव॑नीत॒मुन्नि॑न्यथुः॒ सर्व॑गणं स्व॒स्ति
"Ye warded off with cold the fire's fierce burning; food very rich in nouripliment ye furnished. Atri, cast downward in the cavern, Aṣvins ye brought, with all his people, forth to comfort."
परा॑व॒तं ना॑सत्यानुदेथामु॒च्चाबु॑ध्नं चक्रथुर्जि॒ह्मबा॑रम् क्षर॒न्नापो॒ न पा॒यना॑य रा॒ये स॒हस्रा॑य॒ तृष्य॑ते॒ गोत॑मस्य
"Ye lifted up the well, O ye Nâsatyas, and set the base on high to open downward. Streams flowed for folk of Gotama who thirsted, like rain to bring forth thousandfold abundance."
जु॒जु॒रुषो॑ नासत्यो॒त व॒व्रिं प्रामु॑ञ्चतं द्रा॒पिमि॑व॒ च्यवा॑नात् प्राति॑रतं जहि॒तस्यायु॑र्द॒स्रादित्पति॑मकृणुतं क॒नीना॑म्
"Ye from the old Chyavâna, O Nâsatyas, stripped, as 'twere mail, the skin upon his body, Lengthened his life when all had left him helpless, Dasras! and made him lord of youthful maidens."
तद्वां॑ नरा॒ शंस्यं॒ राध्यं॑ चाभिष्टि॒मन्ना॑सत्या॒ वरू॑थम् यद्वि॒द्वांसा॑ नि॒धिमि॒वाप॑गूळ्ह॒मुद्द॑र्श॒तादू॒पथु॒र्वन्द॑नाय
"Worthy of praise and worth the winning, Heroes, is that your favouring succour O Nâsatyas, What time ye, knowing well his case, delivered Vandana trom the pit like hidden treasure."
तद्वां॑ नरा स॒नये॒ दंस॑ उ॒ग्रमा॒विष्कृ॑णोमि तन्य॒तुर्न वृ॒ष्टिम् द॒ध्यङ्ह॒ यन्मध्वा॑थर्व॒णो वा॒मश्व॑स्य शी॒र्ष्णा प्र यदी॑मु॒वाच॑
"That mighty deed of yours, for gain, O Heroes, as thunder heraldeth the rain, I publish, When, by the horse's head, Atharvan's offspring Dadhyac made known to you the Soma's sweetness."
अजो॑हवीन्नासत्या क॒रा वां॑ म॒हे याम॑न्पुरुभुजा॒ पुरं॑धिः श्रु॒तं तच्छासु॑रिव वध्रिम॒त्या हिर॑ण्यहस्तमश्विनावदत्तम्
"In the great rite the wise dame called, Nâsatyas, you, Lords of many treasures, to assist her. Ye heard the weakling's wife, as 'twere an order, and gave to her a son Hiraṇyahasta."
आ॒स्नो वृक॑स्य॒ वर्ति॑काम॒भीके॑ यु॒वं न॑रा नासत्यामुमुक्तम् उ॒तो क॒विं पु॑रुभुजा यु॒वं ह॒ कृप॑माणमकृणुतं वि॒चक्षे॑
"Ye from the wolf's jaws, as ye stood together, set free the quail, O Heroes, O Nâsatyas. Ye, Lords of many treasures, gave the poet his perfect vision as he mourned his trouble."
च॒रित्रं॒ हि वेरि॒वाच्छे॑दि प॒र्णमा॒जा खे॒लस्य॒ परि॑तक्म्यायाम् स॒द्यो जङ्घा॒माय॑सीं वि॒श्पला॑यै॒ धने॑ हि॒ते सर्त॑वे॒ प्रत्य॑धत्तम्
"When in the time of night, in Khela's battle, a leg was severed like a wild bird's pinion, Straight ye gave Vispali a leg of iron that she might move what time the conflict opened."
श॒तं मे॒षान्वृ॒क्ये॑ चक्षदा॒नमृ॒ज्राश्वं॒ तं पि॒तान्धं च॑कार तस्मा॑ अ॒क्षी ना॑सत्या वि॒चक्ष॒ आध॑त्तं दस्रा भिषजावन॒र्वन्
"His father robbed R̥ijrâṣva of his eyesight who for the she-wolf slew a hundred wethers. Ye gave him eyes, Nâsatyas, Wonder-Workers, Physicians, that he saw with sight uninjured."
आ वां॒ रथं॑ दुहि॒ता सूर्य॑स्य॒ कार्ष्मे॑वातिष्ठ॒दर्व॑ता॒ जय॑न्ती विश्वे॑ दे॒वा अन्व॑मन्यन्त हृ॒द्भिः समु॑ श्रि॒या ना॑सत्या सचेथे
"The Daughter of the Sun your car ascended, first reaching as it were the goal with coursers. All Deities within their hearts assented, and ye, Nâsatyas, are close linked with glory."
यदया॑तं॒ दिवो॑दासाय व॒र्तिर्भ॒रद्वा॑जायाश्विना॒ हय॑न्ता रे॒वदु॑वाह सच॒नो रथो॑ वां वृष॒भश्च॑ शिंशु॒मार॑श्च यु॒क्ता
"When to his house ye came, to Divodâsa, hasting to Bharadvâja, O ye Aṣvins, The car that came with you brought splendid riches: a porpoise and a bull were yoked together."
र॒यिं सु॑क्ष॒त्रं स्व॑प॒त्यमायुः॑ सु॒वीर्यं॑ नासत्या॒ वह॑न्ता आ ज॒ह्नावीं॒ सम॑न॒सोप॒ वाजै॒स्त्रिरह्नो॑ भा॒गं दध॑तीमयातम्
"Ye, bringing wealth with rule, and life with offspring, life rich in noble heroes; O Nâsatyas, Accordant came with strength to Jahnu's children who offered you thrice every day your portion."
परि॑विष्टं जाहु॒षं वि॒श्वतः॑ सीं सु॒गेभि॒र्नक्त॑मूहथू॒ रजो॑भिः वि॒भि॒न्दुना॑ नासत्या॒ रथे॑न॒ वि पर्व॑ताँ अजर॒यू अ॑यातम्
"Ye bore away at night by easy pathways Jâhusha compassed round on every quarter, And, with your car that cleaves the toe asunder, Nâsatyas never decaying! rent the mountains."
एक॑स्या॒ वस्तो॑रावतं॒ रणा॑य॒ वश॑मश्विना स॒नये॑ स॒हस्रा॑ निर॑हतं दु॒च्छुना॒ इन्द्र॑वन्ता पृथु॒श्रव॑सो वृषणा॒वरा॑तीः
"One morn ye strengthened Vaga for the battle, to gather spoils that might be told in thousands. With Indra joined ye drove away misfortunes, yea foes of Pr̥ithuṣravas, O ye mighty."
श॒रस्य॑ चिदार्च॒त्कस्या॑व॒तादा नी॒चादु॒च्चा च॑क्रथुः॒ पात॑वे॒ वाः श॒यवे॑ चिन्नासत्या॒ शची॑भि॒र्जसु॑रये स्त॒र्यं॑ पिप्यथु॒र्गाम्
"From the deep well ye raised on high the water, so that R̥ichatka's son, Ṣara, should drink it; And with your might, to help the weary Ṣayu, ye made the barren cow yield milk, Nâsatyas."
अ॒व॒स्य॒ते स्तु॑व॒ते कृ॑ष्णि॒याय॑ ऋजूय॒ते ना॑सत्या॒ शची॑भिः प॒शुं न न॒ष्टमि॑व॒ दर्श॑नाय विष्णा॒प्वं॑ ददथु॒र्विश्व॑काय
"To Viṣvaka, Nâsatyas! son of Kr̥ishṇa, the righteous man who sought your aid and praised you, Ye with your powers restored, like some lost creature, his son Vishṇâpû for his eyes to look on."
दश॒ रात्री॒रशि॑वेना॒ नव॒ द्यूनव॑नद्धं श्नथि॒तम॒प्स्व१॒॑न्तः विप्रु॑तं रे॒भमु॒दनि॒ प्रवृ॑क्त॒मुन्नि॑न्यथुः॒ सोम॑मिव स्रु॒वेण॑
"Aṣvins, ye raised, like Soma in a ladle Rebha, who for ten days and ten nights, fettered. Had lain in cruel bonds, immersed and wounded, suffering sore affliction, in the waters."
प्र वां॒ दंसां॑स्यश्विनाववोचम॒स्य पतिः॑ स्यां सु॒गवः॑ सु॒वीरः॑ उ॒त पश्य॑न्नश्नु॒वन्दी॒र्घमायु॒रस्त॑मि॒वेज्ज॑रि॒माणं॑ जगम्याम्
"I have declared your wondrous deeds, O Aṣvins: may this be mine, and many kine and heroes. May I, enjoying lengthened life, still seeing, enter old age as 'twere the house I live in."