Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 20 — Chapter 32
AV 20 32.1
आ रोदसी हर्यमाणो महित्वा नव्यंनव्यं हर्यसि मन्म नु प्रियम् । प्र पस्त्यम् असुर हर्यतं गोर् आविष् कृधि हरये सूर्याय
ā rodasī haryamāṇo mahitvā navyaṃnavyaṃ haryasi manma nu priyam | pra pastyam asura haryataṃ gor āviṣ kṛdhi haraye sūryāya
Being longed for, (you fill) the two worlds with (your) greatness; you delight in each new dear thought; reveal, O Asura, the longed-for dwelling of the cow, for the tawny sun.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Thou, comprehending with thy might the earth and heaven, acceptest the dear hymn for ever new and new. O Asura, disclose thou and make visible the Cow's beloved home to the bright golden Sun.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 32.2
आ त्वा हर्यन्तं प्रयुजो जनानां रथे वहन्तु हरिशिप्रम् इन्द्र । पिबा यथा प्रतिभृतस्य मध्वो हर्यन् यज्ञं सधमादे दशोणिम्
ā tvā haryantaṃ prayujo janānāṃ rathe vahantu hariśipram indra | pibā yathā pratibhṛtasya madhvo haryan yajñaṃ sadhamāde daśoṇim
Let the harnessed teams of men carry you, who long (for it), on the chariot, O tawny-jawed Indra; so that you may drink of the honey set before (you), delighting in the sacrifice, at the common feast, drawn by ten (fingers).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
O Indra, let the eager wishes of the folk bring thee the golden- jawed, delightful, on thy car. That, pleased with sacrifice wherein ten fingers toil, thou mayest at the feast drink of our offered mead.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 32.3
अपाः पूर्वेषां हरिवः सुतानाम् अथो इदं सवनं केवलं ते । ममद्धि सोमं मधुमन्तम् इन्द्र सत्रा वृषं जथर आ वृषस्व
apāḥ pūrveṣāṃ harivaḥ sutānām atho idaṃ savanaṃ kevalaṃ te | mamaddhi somaṃ madhumantam indra satrā vṛṣaṃ jathara ā vṛṣasva
You have drunk of the earlier pressings, O lord of bays, and this pressing too is yours alone; gladden yourself with the honeyed soma, Indra; wholly pour down the bull (juice) into your belly.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Juices aforetime, Lord of Bays, thou drankest, and thine, and only thine, is this libation. Gladden thee, Indra, with the mead-rich Soma: pour it down ever, Mighty One, within thee.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)