DharmaPragya
Mandala 8, Hymn 78
Containing 10 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 1
Verse 1 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
पु॒रो॒ळाशं॑ नो॒ अन्ध॑स॒ इन्द्र॑ स॒हस्र॒मा भ॑र श॒ता च॑ शूर॒ गोना॑म्
"BRING us a thousand, Indra, as our guerdon for the Soma juice: Hundreds of kine, O Hero, bring."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 2
Verse 2 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
आ नो॑ भर॒ व्यञ्ज॑नं॒ गामश्व॑म॒भ्यञ्ज॑नम् सचा॑ म॒ना हि॑र॒ण्यया॑
"Bring cattle, bring us ornament, bring us embellishment and steeds, Give us, besides, two rings of gold."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 3
Verse 3 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
उ॒त नः॑ कर्ण॒शोभ॑ना पु॒रूणि॑ धृष्ण॒वा भ॑र त्वं हि शृ॑ण्वि॒षे व॑सो
"And, Bold One, bring in ample store rich jewels to adorn the ear, For thou, Good Lord, art far renowned."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 4
Verse 4 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
नकीं॑ वृधी॒क इ॑न्द्र ते॒ न सु॒षा न सु॒दा उ॒त नान्यस्त्वच्छू॑र वा॒घतः॑
"None other is there for the priest, Hero! but thou, to give him gifts, To win much spoil and prosper him."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 5
Verse 5 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
नकी॒मिन्द्रो॒ निक॑र्तवे॒ न श॒क्रः परि॑शक्तवे विश्वं॑ शृणोति॒ पश्य॑ति
"Indra can never be brought low, Ṣakra can never be subdued: He heareth and beholdeth all."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 6
Verse 6 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
स म॒न्युं मर्त्या॑ना॒मद॑ब्धो॒ नि चि॑कीषते पु॒रा नि॒दश्चि॑कीषते
"He spieth out the wrath of man, he who can never be deceived: Ere blame can come he marketh it."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 7
Verse 7 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
क्रत्व॒ इत्पू॒र्णमु॒दरं॑ तु॒रस्या॑स्ति विध॒तः वृ॒त्र॒घ्नः सो॑म॒पाव्नः॑
"He hath his stomach full of might, the Vritra-slayer, Conqueror, The Soma-drinker, ordering all."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 8
Verse 8 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
त्वे वसू॑नि॒ संग॑ता॒ विश्वा॑ च सोम॒ सौभ॑गा सु॒दात्वप॑रिह्वृता
"In thee all treasures are combined, Soma all blessed things in thee, Uninjured, easy to bestow."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 9
Verse 9 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
त्वामिद्य॑व॒युर्मम॒ कामो॑ ग॒व्युर्हि॑रण्य॒युः त्वाम॑श्व॒युरेष॑ते
"To thee speeds forth my hope that craves the gift of corn, and kine and gold, Yea, craving horses, speeds to thee."
Mandala 8, Hymn 78, Verse 10
Verse 10 of 10
SANSKRIT TEXT
तवेदि॑न्द्रा॒हमा॒शसा॒ हस्ते॒ दात्रं॑ च॒ना द॑दे दि॒नस्य॑ वा मघव॒न्त्सम्भृ॑तस्य वा पू॒र्धि यव॑स्य का॒शिना॑
"Indra, through hope in thee alone even this sickle do I grasp. Fill my hand, Maghavan, with all that it can hold of barley cut or gathered up."