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Early Indo-European Texts
Ancient Sanskrit
Karen Thomson and Jonathan Slocum
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Rigveda V, 42, 13-18
prá sû´ mahé suçaranâ´ya medhâ´m
gíram bhare návyasîm jâ´yamânâm
yá âhanâ´ duhitúr vaksánâsu
rûpâ´ minânó ákrnod idám nah
prá sustutí stanáyantam ruvántam
ilás pátim jaritar nûnám açyâh
yó abdimâ´m udanimâ´m íyarti
prá vidyútâ ródasî uksámânah
esá stómo mâ´rutam çárdho áchâ
rudrásya sûnû´mr yuvanyû´mr úd açyâh
kâ´mo râyé havate mâ suastí
úpa stuhi pr´sadaçvâm ayâ´sah
praísá stómah prthivî´m antáriksam
vánaspátîmr ósadhî râyé açyâh
devó-devah suhávo bhûtu máhyam
mâ´ no mâtâ´ prthivî´ durmataú dhât
uraú devâ anibâdhé siyâma
sám açvínor ávasâ nû´tanena
mayobhúvâ supránîtî gamema
â´ no rayím vahatam ótá vîrâ´n
â´ víçvâni amrtâ saúbhagâni
Translation
Verily I offer up a wise thought, a newer song being born,
To the great one, the good shelterer,
Who, abundantly productive, in the fertile places of the daughter
Varying the forms made this world for us.
May a fine hymn of praise now reach the roaring thunder-maker,
Lord of refreshment, O singer,
Who goes, storm-clouded, rich in water,
With a lightning flash deluging the two worlds.
This eulogy goes out to the Maruts' troop,
May it reach up to the ever-young sons of Rudra;
Longing for treasure with wellbeing calls to me,
Send praise up to the nimble ones with white-flecked horses.
May this eulogy reach the earth, the atmosphere,
The lords of the forest, the plants, for treasure;
May god after god be easily invoked for me,
Let not Mother Earth place us in disfavour.
We would be in spacious liberty, O gods.
May we partake of the present help of the two horsemen,
Bringing happiness with safe guidance;
Convey to us treasure, bring us strong sons,
Bring us all gifts of fortune, O immortal pair.