HYMN XLIII. Rudra.
1 WHAT shall we sing to Rudra, strong, most
bounteous, excellently wise,
That shall be dearest to
2 That Aditi may grant the grace of Rudra
to our folk, our kine,
Our cattle and our progeny;
3 That Mitra and that Varuna, that Rudra may remember us,
Yea, all the Gods with one accord.
4 To Rudra Lord of
sacrifice, of hymns and balmy medicines,
We pray for
joy and health and strength.
5 He shines in splendour
like the Sun, refulgent as bright gold is he,
the best among the Gods.
6 May he grant health into our
steeds, wellbeing to our rams and ewes,
To men, to women,
and to kine.
7 O Soma, set thou upon us the glory of
a hundred men,
The great renown of mighty chiefs.
8 Let not malignities, nor those who trouble Soma, hinder
Indu, give us a share of strength.
9 Soma! head,
central point, love these; Soma! know these as serving thee,
Children of thee Immortal, at the highest place of holy
HYMN CXIV. Rudra.
1. To the strong Rudra bring we these our
songs of praise, to him the Lord of Heros with the braided
That it be well with all our cattle and our men,
that in this village all he healthy and well-fed.
gracious unto us, O Rudra, bring us joy: thee, Lord of Heroes,
thee with reverence will we serve.
Whatever health and
strength our father Manu won by sacrifice may we, under
thy guidance, gain.
3 By worship of the Gods may we,
O Bounteous One, O Rudra, gain thy grace, Ruler of valiant
Come to our families, bringing them bliss: may we,
whose heroes are uninjured, bring thee sacred gifts,
4 Hither we call for aid the wise, the wanderer, impetuous
Rudra, perfecter of sacri fice.
May he repel from us
the anger of the Gods: verily we desire his favourable grace.
5 Him with the braided hair we call with reverence down,
the wild-boar of the sky, the red, the dazzling shape.
May he, his hand filled full of sovran medicines, grant
us protection, shelter, and a home secure.
6 To him the
Maruts' Father is this hymn addressed, to strengthen Rudra's
might, a song more sweet than sweet.
Grant us, Immortal
One, the food which mortals eat: be gracious unto me, my
seed, my progeny.
7 O Rudra, harm not either great or
small of us, harm not the growing boy, harm not the full-grown
Slay not a sire among us, slay no mother here, and
to our own dear bodies, Rudra, do not harm.
8 Harm us
not, Rudra, in our seed and progeny, harm us not in the
living, nor in cows or steeds,
Slay not our heroes in
the fury of thy wrath. Bringing oblations evermore we call
9 Even as a herdsman I have brought thee hymns
of praise: O Father of the Maruts, give us happiness,
Blessed is thy most favouring benevolence, so, verily, do
we desire thy saving help.
10 Far be thy dart that killeth
men or cattle: thy bliss be with us, O thou Lord of Heroes.
Be gracious unto us, O God, and bless us, and then vouchsafe
us doubly-strong protection.
11 We, seeking help, have
spoken and adored him: may Rudra, girt by Maruts, hear our
This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra,
and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.