Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 20 — Chapter 30
AV 20 30.1
प्र ते महे विदथे शंसिषं हरी प्र ते वन्वे वनुषो हर्यतं मदम् । घृतं न यो हरिभिश् चारु सेचत आ त्वा विशन्तु हरिवर्पसं गिरः
pra te mahe vidathe śaṃsiṣaṃ harī pra te vanve vanuṣo haryataṃ madam | ghṛtaṃ na yo haribhiś cāru secata ā tvā viśantu harivarpasaṃ giraḥ
At the great council I would proclaim your two bay horses; I win for you, from the eager one, the desirable intoxication — (that) which is poured out fair like ghee with the bay (steeds or fingers). Let the songs enter you, whose form is tawny.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
In the great synod will I laud thy two bay steeds: I prize the sweet strong drink of thee the Warrior-God, His who pours lovely oil as'twere with yellow drops. Let my songs enter thee whose form hath golden tints.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 30.2
हरिं हि योनिम् अभि ये समस्वरन् हिन्वन्तो हरी दिव्यं यथा सदः । आ यं पृणन्ति हरिभिर् न धेनव इन्द्राय शूशं हरिवन्तम् अर्चत
hariṃ hi yonim abhi ye samasvaran hinvanto harī divyaṃ yathā sadaḥ | ā yaṃ pṛṇanti haribhir na dhenava indrāya śūśaṃ harivantam arcata
Those who together cried out toward the tawny womb, urging on the two bays as (to) the heavenly seat — whom they fill up with the tawny (drops) as milch-cows (fill with milk) — sing for Indra the strengthening song that has the bays in it.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Ye who—in concert sing unto the gold-hued place, like bay steeds driving onward to the heavenly seat, For Indra laud ye strength allied with tawny steeds, laud him whom cows content as'twere with yellow drops.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 30.3
सो अस्य वज्रो हरितो य आयसो हरिर् निकामो हरिर् आ गभस्त्योः । द्युम्नी सुशिप्रो हरिमन्युसायक इन्द्रे नि रूपा हरिता मिमिक्षिरे
so asya vajro harito ya āyaso harir nikāmo harir ā gabhastyoḥ | dyumnī suśipro harimanyusāyaka indre ni rūpā haritā mimikṣire
That bolt of his is tawny, which is of metal, tawny and longed-for, tawny in his two hands; brilliant, fair-jawed, with a missile of tawny fury — in Indra tawny forms have been mingled.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
His is that thunderbolt, of iron, golden-hued, gold-coloured, very dear, and yellow in his arms; Bright with strong teeth, destroying with its tawny rage. In Indra are set fast all forms of golden hue.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 30.4
दिवि न केतुर् अधि धायि हर्यतो विव्यचद् वज्रो हरितो न रंह्या । तुदद् अहिं हरिशिप्रो य आयसः सहस्रशोका अभवद् धरिम्भरः
divi na ketur adhi dhāyi haryato vivyacad vajro harito na raṃhyā | tudad ahiṃ hariśipro ya āyasaḥ sahasraśokā abhavad dharimbharaḥ
Like a banner in heaven the desirable one was set up; the tawny bolt encompassed (all), as if by its speed; he, tawny-jawed, who is of metal, struck the serpent; he became of a thousand flames, the bearer of the bay (bolt).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
As if a lovely ray were laid upon the sky, the golden thunder- bolt spread out as in a race. That iron bolt with yellow jaw smote Ahi down. A thousand flames had he who bore the tawny-hued.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 30.5
त्वंत्वम् अहर्यथा उपस्तुतः पूर्वेभिर् इन्द्र हरिकेश यज्वभिः । त्वं हर्यसि तव विश्वम् उक्थ्यम् असामि राधो हरिजात हर्यतम्
tvaṃtvam aharyathā upastutaḥ pūrvebhir indra harikeśa yajvabhiḥ | tvaṃ haryasi tava viśvam ukthyam asāmi rādho harijāta haryatam
You, you alone, when praised, were delighted, Indra, tawny-haired, by the ancient sacrificers; you take delight — yours is every praiseworthy, undivided, desirable bounty, O tawny-born one.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Thou, thou, when praised by men who sacrificed of old, hadst pleasure in their lauds, O Indra golden-haired. All that befits thy song of praise thou welcomest, the perfect: pleasant gift, O golden-hued from birth.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)