DharmaPragya
Mandala 7, Hymn 57
Containing 7 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
Mandala 7, Hymn 57, Verse 1
Verse 1 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
मध्वो॑ वो॒ नाम॒ मारु॑तं यजत्राः॒ प्र य॒ज्ञेषु॒ शव॑सा मदन्ति ये रे॒जय॑न्ति॒ रोद॑सी चिदु॒र्वी पिन्व॒न्त्युत्सं॒ यदया॑सुरु॒ग्राः
"YEA, through the power of your sweet juice, ye Holy! the Marut host is glad at sacrifices. They cause even spacious heaven and earth to tremble, they make the spring flow when they come, the Mighty."
Mandala 7, Hymn 57, Verse 2
Verse 2 of 7
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नि॒चे॒तारो॒ हि म॒रुतो॑ गृ॒णन्तं॑ प्रणे॒तारो॒ यज॑मानस्य॒ मन्म॑ अ॒स्माक॑म॒द्य वि॒दथे॑षु ब॒र्हिरा वी॒तये॑ सदत पिप्रिया॒णाः
"The Maruts watch the man who sings their praises, promoters of the thought of him who worships. Seat you on sacred grass in our assembly, this day, with friendly minds, to share the banquet."
Mandala 7, Hymn 57, Verse 3
Verse 3 of 7
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नैताव॑द॒न्ये म॒रुतो॒ यथे॒मे भ्राज॑न्ते रु॒क्मैरायु॑धैस्त॒नूभिः॑ आ रोद॑सी विश्व॒पिशः॑ पिशा॒नाः स॑मा॒नम॒ञ्ज्य॑ञ्जते शु॒भे कम्
"No others gleam so brightly as these Maruts with their own forms, their golden gauds, their weapons. With all adornments, decking earth and heaven, they heighten, for bright show, their common splendour."
Mandala 7, Hymn 57, Verse 4
Verse 4 of 7
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ऋध॒क्सा वो॑ मरुतो दि॒द्युद॑स्तु॒ यद्व॒ आगः॑ पुरु॒षता॒ करा॑म मा व॒स्तस्या॒मपि॑ भूमा यजत्रा अ॒स्मे वो॑ अस्तु सुम॒तिश्चनि॑ष्ठा
"Far from us be your blazing dart, O Maruts, when we, through human frailty, sin against you. Let us not he exposed to that, ye Holy! May your most loving favour still attend us."
Mandala 7, Hymn 57, Verse 5
Verse 5 of 7
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कृ॒ते चि॒दत्र॑ म॒रुतो॑ रणन्तानव॒द्यासः॒ शुच॑यः पाव॒काः प्र णो॑ऽवत सुम॒तिभि॑र्यजत्राः॒ प्र वाजे॑भिस्तिरत पु॒ष्यसे॑ नः
"May even what we have done delight the Maruts, the blameless Ones, the bright, the purifying. Further us, O ye Holy, with your kindness: advance us mightily that we may prosper."
Mandala 7, Hymn 57, Verse 6
Verse 6 of 7
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उ॒त स्तु॒तासो॑ म॒रुतो॑ व्यन्तु॒ विश्वे॑भि॒र्नाम॑भि॒र्नरो॑ ह॒वींषि॑ ददा॑त नो अ॒मृत॑स्य प्र॒जायै॑ जिगृ॒त रा॒यः सू॒नृता॑ म॒घानि॑
"And may the Maruts, praised by all their titles, Heroes, enjoy the taste of our oblations. Give us of Amrit for the sake of offspring: awake the excellent fair stores of riches."
Mandala 7, Hymn 57, Verse 7
Verse 7 of 7
SANSKRIT TEXT
आ स्तु॒तासो॑ मरुतो॒ विश्व॑ ऊ॒ती अच्छा॑ सू॒रीन्त्स॒र्वता॑ता जिगात ये न॒स्त्मना॑ श॒तिनो॑ व॒र्धय॑न्ति यू॒यं पा॑त स्व॒स्तिभिः॒ सदा॑ नः
"Hither, ye Maruts, praised, with all your succours, with all felicity come to our princes, Who, of themselves, a hundredfold increase us. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings."