उपनिषद् · Chāndogya 2,5.1
॥
देवनागरी
ऋतुषु पञ्चविधम् सामोपासीत वसन्तः हिङ्कारः ग्रीष्मः प्रस्तावः वर्षाः उद्गीथः शरत् प्रतिहारः हेमन्तः निधनम्
लिप्यंतरण (IAST)
ṛtuṣu pañcavidham sāmopāsīta vasantaḥ hiṅkāraḥ grīṣmaḥ prastāvaḥ varṣāḥ udgīthaḥ śarat pratihāraḥ hemantaḥ nidhanam
शब्दशः अर्थ
संस्कृतIASTअर्थ
ऋतुषुṛtuṣuin the seasons (ṛtu); in the seasons of the year; in the times of the year
पञ्चविधम्pañcavidhamfivefold; of five parts
सामोपासीतsāmopāsītait should be venerated as the sāman; let him contemplate the sāman
वसन्तःvasantaḥspring (vasanta); the spring season; spring
हिङ्कारःhiṅkāraḥhiṅkāra; the opening call hiṅ
ग्रीष्मःgrīṣmaḥsummer (grīṣma); the hot season; summer
प्रस्तावःprastāvaḥprastāva; the opening part of the sāman
वर्षाःvarṣāḥthe rains (varṣāḥ — the rainy season); the season of downpours; the wet season
उद्गीथःudgīthaḥudgītha; the exalted chant
शरत्śaratautumn (śarad); the autumn season; autumn
प्रतिहारःpratihāraḥpratihāra; the responding part
हेमन्तःhemantaḥwinter (hemanta); the winter season; the pre-winter
निधनम्nidhanamnidhana; the conclusion; the dissolution
अनुवाद
In the seasons one should venerate the fivefold sāman: spring is the hiṅkāra, summer the prastāva, the rains the udgītha, autumn the pratihāra, winter the nidhana.
संस्करण
e879211e6889 · प्रकाशित 26 जुल॰ 2026, 10:38:01 pm UTC
उपलब्ध भाषाएँRUENश्लोक बदलें इन कुंजियों से
The fourth field is the year: vasantaḥ — spring — the striking-up (the first "hiṁ" of awakening); grīṣmaḥ — summer — the setting-forth (the gathering of the heat); varṣāḥ — the rainy season — the lifting-up (the climax of the Indian year: the earth lives not by summer but by the downpours!); śarat — autumn — the taking-up (the harvest, the earth's response); hemantaḥ — winter — the cadence (a dying away into rest).
The year is the slowest of the series' songs: a strophe as long as nature's life. Mark where the udgītha falls: in the rains, in the giving: the year's summit, like a song's, lies not in strength (summer) but in bounty (the downpours). For one who hears the year so, the calendar turns into a score: each season is not "weather" but a beat, and to live by the seasons is to sing in concord with the year, late neither for the striking-up nor for the cadence.