Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 20 — Chapter 67
AV 20 67.1
वनोति हि सुन्वन् क्षयं परीणसः सुन्वानो हि ष्मा यजत्य् अव द्विषो देवानाम् अव द्विषः । सुन्वान इत् सिषासति सहस्रा वाज्य् अवृतः । सुन्वानायेन्द्रो ददात्य् आभुवं रयिं ददात्य् आभुवम्
vanoti hi sunvan kṣayaṃ parīṇasaḥ sunvāno hi ṣmā yajaty ava dviṣo devānām ava dviṣaḥ | sunvāna it siṣāsati sahasrā vājy avṛtaḥ | sunvānāyendro dadāty ābhuvaṃ rayiṃ dadāty ābhuvam
For the presser (of soma) wins a dwelling of abundance; for the presser indeed sacrifices away hostilities, away the hostilities of the gods. The presser alone seeks to gain thousands, a prize-winner unchecked. To the presser Indra gives what is at hand, gives wealth at hand.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The pourer of oblations gains the home of wealth pouring his gift conciliates hostilities, yea, the hostilities of Gods. Pouring he strives, unchecked and strong, to win him riches thousandfold. Indra gives lasting wealth to him who pours forth gifts; yea, wealth he gives that long shall last.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 67.2
मो षु वो अस्मद् अभि तानि पौंस्या सना भूवन् द्युम्नानि मोत जारिषुर् अस्मत् पुरोत जारिषुः । यद् वश् चित्रं युगेयुगे नव्यं घोषाद् अमर्त्यम् । अस्मासु तन् मरुतो यच् च दुष्टरं दिधृता यच् च दुष्टरम्
mo ṣu vo asmad abhi tāni pauṃsyā sanā bhūvan dyumnāni mota jāriṣur asmat purota jāriṣuḥ | yad vaś citraṃ yugeyuge navyaṃ ghoṣād amartyam | asmāsu tan maruto yac ca duṣṭaraṃ didhṛtā yac ca duṣṭaram
Let not those manly deeds of yours pass away from us, nor your splendours of old; and let them not wear out for us, nor wear out before us. Whatever of yours is bright, renewed in every age, immortal, may it resound — hold that firm among us, Maruts, and whatever is hard to surpass.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Ne'er may those manly deeds of yours for us grow old, never may your bright glories fall into decay, never before your time decay. What deed of yours, new every age, wondrous, surpassing man,. rings forth, Whatever, Maruts may be difficult to gain grant us whate'er is hard to win.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 67.3
अग्निं होतारम् मन्ये दास्वन्तं वसुं सूनुं सहसो जातवेदसं विप्रं न जातवेदसम् । य ऊर्ध्वया स्वध्वरो देवो देवाच्या कृपा । घृतस्य विभ्राष्टिम् अनु वष्टि शोचिषाजुह्वानस्य सर्पिषः
agniṃ hotāram manye dāsvantaṃ vasuṃ sūnuṃ sahaso jātavedasaṃ vipraṃ na jātavedasam | ya ūrdhvayā svadhvaro devo devācyā kṛpā | ghṛtasya vibhrāṣṭim anu vaṣṭi śociṣājuhvānasya sarpiṣaḥ
I think of Agni as the hotṛ, the giving, good one, son of strength, Jātavedas, an inspired one, as it were, Jātavedas; who, the god of good rites, with upward, god-directed form, with his flame desires the blazing up of the ghee, of the butter poured in.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
I think on Agni, Hotar, the munificent, the gracious Son of strength, who knoweth all that live, as holy Sage who knoweth all. Lord of fair rites, a God with form erected turning to the Gods. He, when the flame hath sprung forth from the holy oil, the offered fatness, longeth for it with his glow.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 67.4
यज्ञैः संमिश्लाः पृषतीभिर् ऋष्टिभिर् यामं छुभ्रासो अञ्जिषु प्रिया उत । आसद्या बर्हिर् भरतस्य सूनवः पोत्राद् आ सोमं पिबता दिवो नरः
yajñaiḥ saṃmiślāḥ pṛṣatībhir ṛṣṭibhir yāmaṃ chubhrāso añjiṣu priyā uta | āsadyā barhir bharatasya sūnavaḥ potrād ā somaṃ pibatā divo naraḥ
Blended with the sacrifices, with the dappled mares, with the spears, (making) your journey, bright and dear in your ornaments — having sat down on the barhis, O sons of Bharata, drink the soma from the potṛ's vessel, men of heaven.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Busied with sacrifice, with spotted deer and spears, gleaming. upon your way with ornaments, yea, our friends, Sitting on sacred grass, ye sons of Bharata, drink Soma from the Potar's bowl, O Men of heaven.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 67.5
आ वक्षि देवाꣳ इह विप्र यक्षि चोशन् होतर् नि षदा योनिषु त्रिषु । प्रति वीहि प्रस्थितं सोम्यं मधु पिबाग्नीध्रात् तव भागस्य तृस्णुहि
ā vakṣi devāṁ iha vipra yakṣi cośan hotar ni ṣadā yoniṣu triṣu | prati vīhi prasthitaṃ somyaṃ madhu pibāgnīdhrāt tava bhāgasya tṛsṇuhi
Bring the gods here, O inspired one, and sacrifice; eager, O hotṛ, sit down in the three wombs. Accept the somic honey set forth; drink from the āgnīdhra's vessel, be sated with your portion.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Bring the Gods hither, Sage, and offer sacrifice. At the three altars seat thee willingly .O Priest. Accept for thy delight the proffered Soma mead: drink from the Kindler's bowl and sate thee with thy share.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 67.6
एष स्य ते तन्वो नृम्णवर्धनः सह ओजः प्रदिवि बाह्वोर् हितः । तुभ्यं सुतो मघवन् तुभ्यम् आभृतस् त्वम् अस्य ब्राह्मणाद् आ तृपत् पिब
eṣa sya te tanvo nṛmṇavardhanaḥ saha ojaḥ pradivi bāhvor hitaḥ | tubhyaṃ suto maghavan tubhyam ābhṛtas tvam asya brāhmaṇād ā tṛpat piba
This here is the strengthener of the manliness of your body, the might, the power set long ago in your two arms. For you it is pressed, Maghavan, for you it is brought: drink of it from the brahman's vessel to satisfaction.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
This is the strengthener of thy body's manly might: strength,. victory for all time are laid within thine arms. Pressed for thee, Maghavan, it is offered unto thee: drink from the chalice of this Brāhman, drink thy fill.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 67.7
यम् उ पूर्वम् अहुवे तम् इदं हुवे सेद् उ हव्यो ददिर् यो नाम पत्यते । अध्वर्युभिः प्रस्थितं सोम्यं मधु पोत्रात् सोमं द्रविणोदः पिब ऋतुभिः
yam u pūrvam ahuve tam idaṃ huve sed u havyo dadir yo nāma patyate | adhvaryubhiḥ prasthitaṃ somyaṃ madhu potrāt somaṃ draviṇodaḥ piba ṛtubhiḥ
Whom I called before, him I call now; he indeed is to be invoked, the giver who bears the name (of giver). The somic honey set forth by the adhvaryus — drink the soma from the potṛ's vessel, O Draviṇodas, with the Ṛtus.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Him whom of old I called on, him I call on now. He is to be invoked: his name is He who Gives. Here brought by priests in Soma mead. Granter of Wealth, drink Soma with the Seasons from the Hotar's Cup.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)