Verse 7अति॑ वायो सस॒तो या॑हि॒ शश्व॑तो॒ यत्र॒ ग्रावा॒ वद॑ति॒ तत्र॑ गच्छतं गृ॒हमिंद्र॑श्च गच्छतं ।
वि सू॒नृता॒ ददृ॑शे॒ रीय॑ते घृ॒तमा पू॒र्णया॑ नि॒युता॑ याथो अध्व॒रमिंद्र॑श्च याथो अध्व॒रं ॥
áti vāyo sasató yāhi śáśvato yátra grā́vā vádati tátra gacchatam gṛhámíndraśca gacchatam ǀ
ví sūnṛ́tā dádṛśe rī́yate ghṛtámā́ pūrṇáyā niyútā yātho adhvarámíndraśca yātho adhvarám ǁ
Verse 8अत्राह॒ तद्व॑हेथे॒ मध्व॒ आहु॑तिं॒ यम॑श्व॒त्थमु॑प॒तिष्ठं॑त जा॒यवो॒ऽस्मे ते सं॑तु जा॒यवः॑ ।
सा॒कं गावः॒ सुव॑ते॒ पच्य॑ते॒ यवो॒ न ते॑ वाय॒ उप॑ दस्यंति धे॒नवो॒ नाप॑ दस्यंति धे॒नवः॑ ॥
átrā́ha tádvahethe mádhva ā́hutim yámaśvatthámupatíṣṭhanta jāyávo’smé té santu jāyávaḥ ǀ
sākám gā́vaḥ súvate pácyate yávo ná te vāya úpa dasyanti dhenávo nā́pa dasyanti dhenávaḥ ǁ
Verse 9इ॒मे ये ते॒ सु वा॑यो बा॒ह्वो॑जसो॒ऽंतर्न॒दी ते॑ प॒तयं॑त्यु॒क्षणो॒ महि॒ व्राधं॑त उ॒क्षणः॑ ।
धन्व॑ञ्चि॒द्ये अ॑ना॒शवो॑ जी॒राश्चि॒दगि॑रौकसः ।
सूर्य॑स्येव र॒श्मयो॑ दुर्नि॒यंत॑वो॒ हस्त॑योर्दुर्नि॒यंत॑वः ॥
imé yé te sú vāyo bāhvójaso’ntárnadī́ te patáyantyukṣáṇo máhi vrā́dhanta ukṣáṇaḥ ǀ
dhánvañcidyé anāśávo jīrā́ścidágiraukasaḥ ǀ
sū́ryasyeva raśmáyo durniyántavo hástayordurniyántavaḥ ǁ
📖 Immersive narrative, word breakdowns, and spiritual context
The Sūkta culminates in a vision of overwhelming divine abundance and cosmic motion. The Ṛṣi calls upon Vāyu and Indra to pass beyond those who sleep in ignorance, moving directly to the house where the pressing stones resound. Where truth is spoken and the pressing stones sing, divine grace overflows like ghee and the sweet songs of dawn (sūnṛtā).
In verse 8, the imagery shifts to earthly fertility: cows multiply, barley ripens, and Vāyu's nourishing streams (dhenus) never fail. Finally, verse 9 paints a breathtaking picture of Vāyu's restless powers—his tempestuous winds and currents that course through rivers and deserts, shining like the uncapturable rays of the sun, impossible to restrain by human hands.
💭 Flowing Translation
Verse 7: Beyond the sleepers pass on, O Vāyu, past the indifferent; where the pressing stone resounds, thither go, O Indra, and to that home go with him. The word of truth has become visible, flowing with ghṛta; come with your full team to the sacrifice, O Indra, and you too, O Vāyu, come to the sacrifice.
Verse 8: Here indeed do you two carry the oblation of sweetness, which the zealous worshippers approach like the sacred fig tree; may those zealous ones be ours! Together the cows yield their milk, the barley ripens; your nourishing streams, O Vāyu, never fail, your milk-yielding cows never fail.
Verse 9: These are your powers, O Vāyu, mighty in their arms, flying deep within the rivers, growing great like bulls. Even across the desert wastes they are swift, wild and restless in their mountain home; like the rays of the sun, they are hard to restrain, hard to hold within the hands.
📝 Scholar's Reading Note
Traditional commentators like Sāyaṇa read the 'cows' and 'barley' literally as agricultural prosperity granted by the gods. Psychological and esoteric interpreters see the cows as the rays of spiritual illumination (go) and the uncontainable winds as the limitless, free-flowing energy of the liberated spirit.
🧠Memory Hook
Picture a wild, untamed mountain gale that sweeps across golden grain fields and rushing rivers at sunrise, leaving behind an unstoppable trail of blooming life and overflowing milk.