DharmaPragya
Mandala 6, Hymn 62
Containing 11 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 1
Verse 1 of 11
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स्तु॒षे नरा॑ दि॒वो अ॒स्य प्र॒सन्ता॒श्विना॑ हुवे॒ जर॑माणो अ॒र्कैः या स॒द्य उ॒स्रा व्युषि॒ ज्मो अन्ता॒न्युयू॑षतः॒ पर्यु॒रू वरां॑सि
"I LAUD the Heroes Twain, this heaven's Controllers: singing with songs of praise I call the Aṣvins, Fain in a moment, when the morns are breaking, to part the earth's ends and the spacious regions."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 2
Verse 2 of 11
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ता य॒ज्ञमा शुचि॑भिश्चक्रमा॒णा रथ॑स्य भा॒नुं रु॑रुचू॒ रजो॑भिः पु॒रू वरां॒स्यमि॑ता॒ मिमा॑ना॒पो धन्वा॒न्यति॑ याथो॒ अज्रा॑न्
"Moving to sacrifice through realms of lustre they light the radiance of the car that bears them. traversing many wide unmeasured spaces, over the wastes ye pass, and fields, and waters."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 3
Verse 3 of 11
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ता ह॒ त्यद्व॒र्तिर्यदर॑ध्रमुग्रे॒त्था धिय॑ ऊहथुः॒ शश्व॒दश्वैः॑ मनो॑जवेभिरिषि॒रैः श॒यध्यै॒ परि॒ व्यथि॑र्दा॒शुषो॒ मर्त्य॑स्य
"Ye to that bounteous path of yours, ye mighty, have ever borne away our thoughts with horses, Mind-swift and full of vigour, that the trouble of man who offers gifts might cease and slumber."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 4
Verse 4 of 11
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ता नव्य॑सो॒ जर॑माणस्य॒ मन्मोप॑ भूषतो युयुजा॒नस॑प्ती शुभं॒ पृक्ष॒मिष॒मूर्जं॒ वह॑न्ता॒ होता॑ यक्षत्प्र॒त्नो अ॒ध्रुग्युवा॑ना
"So ye, when ye have yoked your chariothorses, come to the hymn of the most recent singer. Our true and ancient Herald Priest shall bring you, the Youthful, bearing splendour, food, and vigour."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 5
Verse 5 of 11
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ता व॒ल्गू द॒स्रा पु॑रु॒शाक॑तमा प्र॒त्ना नव्य॑सा॒ वच॒सा वि॑वासे या शंस॑ते स्तुव॒ते शम्भ॑विष्ठा बभू॒वतु॑र्गृण॒ते चि॒त्ररा॑ती
"With newest hymn I call those Wonder-Workers, ancient and brilliant, and exceeding mighty, Bringers of bliss to him who lauds and praises, bestowing varied bounties on the singer."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 6
Verse 6 of 11
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ता भु॒ज्युं विभि॑र॒द्भ्यः स॑मु॒द्रात्तुग्र॑स्य सू॒नुमू॑हथू॒ रजो॑भिः अ॒रे॒णुभि॒र्योज॑नेभिर्भु॒जन्ता॑ पत॒त्रिभि॒रर्ण॑सो॒ निरु॒पस्था॑त्
"So ye, with birds, out of the sea and waters bore Bhujyu, son of Tugra, through the regions. Speeding with winged steeds through dustless spaces, out of the bosom of the flood they bore him."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 7
Verse 7 of 11
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वि ज॒युषा॑ रथ्या यात॒मद्रिं॑ श्रु॒तं हवं॑ वृषणा वध्रिम॒त्याः द॒श॒स्यन्ता॑ श॒यवे॑ पिप्यथु॒र्गामिति॑ च्यवाना सुम॒तिं भु॑रण्यू
"Victors, car-borne, ye rent the rock asunder: Bulls, heard the calling of the eunuch's consort. Bounteous, ye filled the cow with milk for Ṣayu: thus, swift and zealous Ones, ye showed your favour."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 8
Verse 8 of 11
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यद्रो॑दसी प्र॒दिवो॒ अस्ति॒ भूमा॒ हेळो॑ दे॒वाना॑मु॒त म॑र्त्य॒त्रा तदा॑दित्या वसवो रुद्रियासो रक्षो॒युजे॒ तपु॑र॒घं द॑धात
"Whate'er from olden time, Heaven, Earth! existeth great object of the wrath of Gods and mortals, Make that, Âdityas, Vasus, sons of Rudra, an evil brand to one allied with demons."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 9
Verse 9 of 11
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य ईं॒ राजा॑नावृतु॒था वि॒दध॒द्रज॑सो मि॒त्रो वरु॑ण॒श्चिके॑तत् ग॒म्भी॒राय॒ रक्ष॑से हे॒तिम॑स्य॒ द्रोघा॑य चि॒द्वच॑स॒ आन॑वाय
"May he who knows, as Varuṇa and Mitra, air's realm, appointing both the Kings in season, Against the secret fiend cast forth his weapon, against the lying words that strangers utter."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 10
Verse 10 of 11
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अन्त॑रैश्च॒क्रैस्तन॑याय व॒र्तिर्द्यु॒मता या॑तं नृ॒वता॒ रथे॑न सनु॑त्येन॒ त्यज॑सा॒ मर्त्य॑स्य वनुष्य॒तामपि॑ शी॒र्षा व॑वृक्तम्
"Come to our home with friendly wheels, for offspring; come on your radiant chariot rich in heroes. Strike off, ye Twain, the heads of our assailants who with man's treacherous attack approach us."
Mandala 6, Hymn 62, Verse 11
Verse 11 of 11
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आ प॑र॒माभि॑रु॒त म॑ध्य॒माभि॑र्नि॒युद्भि॑र्यातमव॒माभि॑र॒र्वाक् दृ॒ळ्हस्य॑ चि॒द्गोम॑तो॒ वि व्र॒जस्य॒ दुरो॑ वर्तं गृण॒ते चि॑त्रराती
"Come hitherward to us with teams of horses, the highest and the midmost and the lowest. Bountiful Lords, throw open to the singer doors e'en of the firm-closed stall of cattle."