Sukta 37

Mantra 1

आ वो वाहिष्ठो वहतु स्तवध्यै रथो वाजा ऋभुक्षणो अमृक्तः । अभि त्रिपृष्ठैः सवनेषु सोमैर्मदे सुशिप्रा महभिः पृणध्वम् ॥

Let the best-bearing chariot bring you here for the sake of the praise—O Vājas, O Ṛbhukṣaṇas, unerring. With the three-backed Soma-draughts in the pressings, in your gladness, O fair-lipped ones, fill yourselves with the Vast powers.

Mantra 2

यूयं ह रत्नं मघवत्सु धत्थ स्वर्दृश ऋभुक्षणो अमृक्तम् । सं यज्ञेषु स्वधावन्तः पिबध्वं वि नो राधांसि मतिभिर्दयध्वम् ॥

You indeed set the treasure among the bounteous—O heaven-seeing Ṛbhukṣaṇas, unerring. United in the sacrifices, self-lawed, drink; and by your inspired understandings distribute to us the riches—those powers of accomplishment.

Mantra 3

उवोचिथ हि मघवन्देष्णं महो अर्भस्य वसुनो विभागे । उभा ते पूर्णा वसुना गभस्ती न सूनृता नि यमते वसव्या ॥

Indeed, O Maghavan, you have proclaimed the apportioning of the Vast and the Small in the distribution of the inner riches. Both your hands are full of those treasures; your straight, luminous Word is not held back, nor is the power of abundance restrained.

Mantra 4

त्वमिन्द्र स्वयशा ऋभुक्षा वाजो न साधुरस्तमेष्यृक्वा । वयं नु ते दाश्वांसः स्याम ब्रह्म कृण्वन्तो हरिवो वसिष्ठाः ॥

You, O Indra, self-luminous in power, master of the Ribhus’ skill, go to your home like a sure and victorious force. May we, the Vasiṣṭhas, become your givers—fashioning the inspired Word, O lord of the tawny steeds.

Mantra 5

सनितासि प्रवतो दाशुषे चिद्याभिर्विवेषो हर्यश्व धीभिः । ववन्मा नु ते युज्याभिरूती कदा न इन्द्र राय आ दशस्येः ॥

You are the winner of the forward-pressing currents even for the giver, by those thoughts with which you are moved, O Indra of the tawny steeds. We cry out for your yoking help; when will you favor us with the riches of fullness of being?

Mantra 6

वासयसीव वेधसस्त्वं नः कदा न इन्द्र वचसो बुबोधः । अस्तं तात्या धिया रयिं सुवीरं पृक्षो नो अर्वा न्युहीत वाजी ॥

As though you awaken the inspired seers, when will you, O Indra, awaken our word? Bring to its home, by the guiding thought, the wealth that carries heroic force; O strong steed of plenitude, draw near and bear it down to us.

Mantra 7

अभि यं देवी निॠतिश्चिदीशे नक्षन्त इन्द्रं शरदः सुपृक्षः । उप त्रिबन्धुर्जरदष्टिमेत्यस्ववेशं यं कृणवन्त मर्ताः ॥

Him—Indra—whom even the goddess of Dissolution would claim, the well-nourishing seasons still seek and reach. Toward him comes the threefold-bound one, to the old eightfold limit; that constricted state which mortals fashion, he can overpass and transform.

Mantra 8

आ नो राधांसि सवित स्तवध्या आ रायो यन्तु पर्वतस्य रातौ । सदा नो दिव्यः पायुः सिषक्तु यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः ॥

Come to us, O Savitar, with your aids that are to be praised; let the plenitudes come in the giving from the summit. May the divine Guardian cleave to us always; and may you protect us always with states of well-being.