Sukta 12

Mantra 1

शत्रुनाशनम्। ५ सोम्यासः पितरः, ६ मरुतः, ७ यमसादनम्, ब्रह्म, ८ अग्निः। द्यावा॑पृथिवी उ॒र्व॑१न्त॑रिक्षं॒ क्षेत्र॑स्य॒ पत्न्यु॑रुगा॒योऽद्भु॑तः । उ॒तान्तरिक्ष॑मु॒रु वात॑गोपं॒ त इ॒ह त॑प्यन्तां॒ मयि॑ त॒प्यमा॑ने

Heaven and Earth, the broad Mid-air; the Field’s Lady, wide-ranging, wondrous: yea, the ample atmosphere, guarded by the Wind—let those (powers) here scorch (the foes), when I am the one assailed.

Mantra 2

इ॒दं दे॑वाः शृणुत॒ ये य॒ज्ञिया॒ स्थ भ॒रद्वा॑जो॒ मह्य॑मु॒क्थानि॑ शंसति । पाशे॒ स ब॒द्धो दु॑रि॒ते नि यु॑ज्यतां॒ यो अ॒स्माकं॒ मन॑ इ॒दं हि॒नस्ति॑

Hear this, O Gods, ye who are meet for sacrifice: Bharadvāja for my behoof proclaimeth solemn praises. In the noose—bound—let him be fastened down in evil plight, whoso assaileth this our mind.

Mantra 3

इ॒दमि॑न्द्र शृणुहि सोमप॒ यत् त्वा॑ हृ॒दा शोच॑ता॒ जोह॑वीमि । वृ॒श्चामि॒ तं कुलि॑शेनेव वृ॒क्षं यो अ॒स्माकं॒ मन॑ इ॒दं हि॒नस्ति॑

Hear this, O Indra, Soma-drinker: for thee, with heart aflame in sorrow, I incessantly invoke. I hew him down, as with the thunderbolt an axe felleth a tree—him who assaileth this our mind.

Mantra 4

अ॒शी॒तिभि॑स्ति॒सृभिः॑ साम॒गेभि॑रादि॒त्येभि॒र्वसु॑भि॒रङ्गि॑रोभिः । इ॒ष्टा॒पू॒र्तम॑वतु नः पितॄ॒णामामुं द॑दे॒ हर॑सा॒ दैव्ये॑न

With the Eighty, with the Three, with Sāman-singers; with the Ādityas, with the Vasus, with the Aṅgirases—may the merit of sacrifice and of pious gift protect us. Unto the Fathers’ yonder one I assign it, with divine impetuous might.

Mantra 5

द्यावा॑पृथिवी॒ अनु॒ मा दी॑धीथां॒ विश्वे॑ देवासो॒ अनु॒ मा र॑भध्वम्। अङ्गि॑रसः॒ पित॑रः॒ सोम्या॑सः पा॒पमार्छ॑त्वपका॒मस्य॑ क॒र्ता

O Heaven and Earth, in due course shine ye upon me; all ye Gods, in due course lay hold on me. Ye Angirases, ye Fathers, Soma-linked: let the evil pass away—unto the maker of harm, the ill-wisher’s agent.

Mantra 6

अती॑व॒ यो म॑रुतो॒ मन्य॑ते नो॒ ब्रह्म॑ वा॒ यो निन्दि॑षत् क्रि॒यमा॑णम्। तपूं॑षि॒ तस्मै॑ वृजि॒नानि॑ सन्तु ब्रह्म॒द्विषं॒ द्यौर॑भि॒संत॑पाति

Whoso, O Maruts, beyond all measure deemeth ill of us, or whoso revileth the holy spell while it is being wrought,—for him let burnings and misfortunes be: Heaven on the hater of the Brahman shall scorch down fiercely.

Mantra 7

स॒प्त प्रा॒णान॒ष्टौ म॒न्यस्तांस्ते॑ वृश्चामि॒ ब्रह्म॑णा । अया॑ य॒मस्य॒ साद॑नम॒ग्निदू॑तो॒ अरं॑कृतः

Seven life-breaths, and eight—those, O Wrath, from thee I sever with the holy spell. By this, unto Yama’s dwelling, with Agni as envoy, the way is duly made ready.

Mantra 8

आ द॑धामि ते प॒दं समि॑द्धे जा॒तवे॑दसि । अ॒ग्निः शरी॑रं वेवे॒ष्ट्वसुं॒ वागपि॑ गछतु

I set for thee thy footing in Jātavedas duly kindled. Let Agni fold the body round; let breath, let Speech also, come again.