आ ते पितर् मरुतां सुम्नम् एतु मा नः सूर्यस्य संदृशो युयोथाः । अभि नो वीरो अर्वति क्षमेत प्र जायेमहि रुद्र प्रजाभिः ॥
ā te pitar marutāṃ sumnam etu mā naḥ sūryasya saṃdṛśo yuyothāḥ | abhi no vīro arvati kṣameta pra jāyemahi rudra prajābhiḥ ||
Father of Maruts, let thy bliss approach us: exclude us not from looking on the sunlight. Gracious to our fleet courser be the Hero may we transplant us, Rudra, in our children.
With the most saving medicines which thou givest, Rudra, may I attain a hundred winters. Far from us banish enmity and hatred, and to all quarters maladies and trouble.
Chief of all born art thou in glory, Rudra, armed with the thunder, mightiest of the mighty. Transport us over trouble to well-being repel thou from us all assaults of mischief.
Let us not anger thee with worship, Rudra, ill praise, Strong God! or mingled invocation. Do thou with strengthening balms incite our heroes: I hear thee famed as best of all physicians.
हवीमभिर् हवते यो हविर्भिर् अव स्तोमेभी रुद्रं दिषीय । ऋदूदरः सुहवो मा नो अस्यै बभ्रुः सुशिप्रो रीरधन् मनायै ॥
havīmabhir havate yo havirbhir ava stomebhī rudraṃ diṣīya | ṛdūdaraḥ suhavo mā no asyai babhruḥ suśipro rīradhan manāyai ||
May I with praise-songs win that Rudra's favour who is adored with gifts and invocations. Ne'er may the tawny God, fair-checked, and gracious, swift hearing, yield us to this evil purpose.
The Strong, begirt by Maruts, hath refreshed me, with most invigorating food, imploring. As he who finds a shade in fervent sunlight may I, uninjured, win the bliss of Rudra.
क्व स्य ते रुद्र मृळयाकुर् हस्तो यो अस्ति भेषजो जलाषः । अपभर्ता रपसो दैव्यस्याभी नु मा वृषभ चक्षमीथाः ॥
kva sya te rudra mṛḷayākur hasto yo asti bheṣajo jalāṣaḥ | apabhartā rapaso daivyasyābhī nu mā vṛṣabha cakṣamīthāḥ ||
Where is that gracious hand of thine, O Rudra, the hand that giveth health and bringeth comfort, Remover of the woe that Gods have sent us? O Strong One, look thou on me with compassion.
To him the strong, great, tawny, fair-complexioned, I utter forth a mighty hymn of praises. We serve the brilliant God with adorations, we glorify, the splendid name of Rudra.
स्थिरेभिर् अङ्गैः पुरुरूप उग्रो बभ्रुः शुक्रेभिः पिपिशे हिरण्यैः । ईशानाद् अस्य भुवनस्य भूरेर् न वा उ योषद् रुद्राद् असुर्यम् ॥
sthirebhir aṅgaiḥ pururūpa ugro babhruḥ śukrebhiḥ pipiśe hiraṇyaiḥ | īśānād asya bhuvanasya bhūrer na vā u yoṣad rudrād asuryam ||
With firm limbs, multiform, the strong, the tawny adorns himself with bright gold decorations: The strength of Godhead ne'er departs from Rudra, him who is Sovran of this world, the mighty.
अर्हन् बिभर्षि सायकानि धन्वार्हन् निष्कं यजतं विश्वरूपम् । अर्हन्न् इदं दयसे विश्वम् अभ्वं न वा ओजीयो रुद्र त्वद् अस्ति ॥
arhan bibharṣi sāyakāni dhanvārhan niṣkaṃ yajataṃ viśvarūpam | arhann idaṃ dayase viśvam abhvaṃ na vā ojīyo rudra tvad asti ||
Worthy, thou carriest thy bow and arrows, worthy, thy manyhued and honoured necklace. Worthy, thou cuttest here each fiend to pieces: a mightier than thou there is not, Rudra.
स्तुहि श्रुतं गर्तसदं युवानम् मृगं न भीमम् उपहत्नुम् उग्रम् । मृळा जरित्रे रुद्र स्तवानो ऽन्यं ते अस्मन् नि वपन्तु सेनाः ॥
stuhi śrutaṃ gartasadaṃ yuvānam mṛgaṃ na bhīmam upahatnum ugram | mṛḷā jaritre rudra stavāno 'nyaṃ te asman ni vapantu senāḥ ||
Praise him the chariot-borne, the young, the famous, fierce, slaying like a dread beast of the forest. O Rudra, praised, be gracious to the singer. let thy hosts spare us and smite down another.
I bend to thee as thou approachest, Rudra, even as a boy before the sire who greets him. I praise thee Bounteous Giver, Lord of heroes: give medicines to us as thou art lauded.
या वो भेषजा मरुतः शुचीनि या शन्तमा वृषणो या मयोभु । यानि मनुर् अवृणीता पिता नस् ता शं च योश् च रुद्रस्य वश्मि ॥
yā vo bheṣajā marutaḥ śucīni yā śantamā vṛṣaṇo yā mayobhu | yāni manur avṛṇītā pitā nas tā śaṃ ca yoś ca rudrasya vaśmi ||
Of your pure medicines, O potent Martits, those that are wholesomest and health bestowing, Those which our father Manu hath selected, I crave from. Rudra for our gain and welfare.
pari ṇo hetī rudrasya vṛjyāḥ pari tveṣasya durmatir mahī gāt | ava sthirā maghavadbhyas tanuṣva mīḍhvas tokāya tanayāya mṛḷa ||
May Rudra's missile turn aside and spare us, the great wrath of the impetuous One avoid us. Turn, Bounteous God, thy strong bow from our princes, and be thou gracious to our seed and offspring.
एवा बभ्रो वृषभ चेकितान यथा देव न हृणीषे न हंसि । हवनश्रुन् नो रुद्रेह बोधि बृहद् वदेम विदथे सुवीराः ॥
evā babhro vṛṣabha cekitāna yathā deva na hṛṇīṣe na haṃsi | havanaśrun no rudreha bodhi bṛhad vadema vidathe suvīrāḥ ||
O tawny Bull, thus showing forth thy nature, as neither to be wroth, O God, nor slay us. Here, Rudra, listen to our invocation. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.