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Rig Veda Book 1 Hymn 125 पराता रत्नं परातरित्वा दधाति तं चिकित्वान परतिग्र्ह्यानि धत्ते | तेन परजां वर्धयमान आयू रायस पोषेण सचते सुवीरः || सुगुरसत सुहिरण्यः सवश्वो बर्हदस्मै वय इन्द्रो दधाति | यस्त्वायन्तं वसुना परातरित्वो मुक्षीजयेव पदिमुत्सिनाति || आयमद्य सुक्र्तं परातरिछन्निष्टेः पुत्रं वसुमता रथेन | अंशोः सुतं पायय मत्सरस्य कषयद्वीरं वर्धय सून्र्ताभिः || उप कषरन्ति सिन्धवो मयोभुव ईजानं च यक्ष्यमाणं चधेनवः | पर्णन्तं च पपुरिं च शरवस्यवो घर्तस्य धारा उप यन्ति विश्वतः || नाकस्य पर्ष्ठे अधि तिष्ठति शरितो यः पर्णाति स ह देवेषु गछति | तस्मा आपो घर्तमर्षन्ति सिन्धवस्तस्मा इयं दक्षिणा पिन्वते सदा || दक्षिणावतामिदिमानि चित्रा दक्षिणावतां दिवि सूर्यासः | दक्षिणावन्तो अम्र्तं भजन्ते दक्षिणावन्तः पर तिरन्त आयुः || मा पर्णन्तो दुरितमेन आरन मा जारिषुः सूरयः सुव्रतासः | अन्यस्तेषां परिधिरस्तु कश्चिदप्र्णन्तमभि सं यन्तु शोकाः ||
prātā ratnaṃ prātaritvā dadhāti taṃ cikitvān pratighṛhyāni dhatte | tena prajāṃ vardhayamāna āyū rāyas poṣeṇa sacate suvīraḥ || sughurasat suhiraṇyaḥ svaśvo bṛhadasmai vaya indro dadhāti | yastvāyantaṃ vasunā prātaritvo mukṣījayeva padimutsināti || āyamadya sukṛtaṃ prātarichanniṣṭeḥ putraṃ vasumatā rathena | aṃśoḥ sutaṃ pāyaya matsarasya kṣayadvīraṃ vardhaya sūnṛtābhiḥ || upa kṣaranti sindhavo mayobhuva ījānaṃ ca yakṣyamāṇaṃ cadhenavaḥ | pṛṇantaṃ ca papuriṃ ca śravasyavo ghṛtasya dhārā upa yanti viśvataḥ || nākasya pṛṣṭhe adhi tiṣṭhati śrito yaḥ pṛṇāti sa ha deveṣu ghachati | tasmā āpo ghṛtamarṣanti sindhavastasmā iyaṃ dakṣiṇā pinvate sadā || dakṣiṇāvatāmidimāni citrā dakṣiṇāvatāṃ divi sūryāsaḥ | dakṣiṇāvanto amṛtaṃ bhajante dakṣiṇāvantaḥ pra tiranta āyuḥ || mā pṛṇanto duritamena āran mā jāriṣuḥ sūrayaḥ suvratāsaḥ | anyasteṣāṃ paridhirastu kaścidapṛṇantamabhi saṃ yantu śokāḥ ||
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Rig Veda
- COMING at early morn he gives his treasure; the prudent one receives and entertains him. Thereby increasing still his life and offspring, he comes with brave sons to abundant riches. 2 Rich shall he be in gold and kine and horses. Indra bestows on him great vital power, Who stays thee, as thou comest, with his treasure, like game caught in the net, O early comer. 3 Longing, I came this morning to the pious, the son of sacrifice, with car wealth-laden. Give him to drink juice of the stalk that gladdens; prosper with pleasant hymns the Lord of Heroes. 4 Health-bringing streams, as milch-cows, flow to profit him who hath worshipped, him who now will worship. To him who freely gives and fills on all sides full streams of fatness flow and make him famous. 5 On the high ridge of heaven he stands exalted, yea, to the Gods he goes, the liberal giver. The streams, the waters flow for him with fatness: to him this guerdon ever yields abundance. 6 For those who give rich meeds are all these splendours, for those who give rich meeds suns shine in heaven. The givers of rich meeds are made immortal; the givers of rich fees prolong their lifetime. 7 Let not the liberal sink to sin and sorrow, never decay the pious chiefs who worship! Let every man besides be their protection, and let affliction fall upon the niggard.