Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 20 — Chapter 72

AV 20 72.1

विश्वेषु हि त्वा सवनेषु तुञ्जते समानम् एकं वृषमण्यवः पृथक् स्वः सनिष्यवः पृथक् । तं त्वा नावं न पर्षणिं शूषस्य धुरि धीमहि । इन्द्रं न यज्ञैश् चतयन्त आयव स्तोमेभिर् इन्द्रम् आयवः

viśveṣu hi tvā savaneṣu tuñjate samānam ekaṃ vṛṣamaṇyavaḥ pṛthak svaḥ saniṣyavaḥ pṛthak | taṃ tvā nāvaṃ na parṣaṇiṃ śūṣasya dhuri dhīmahi | indraṃ na yajñaiś catayanta āyava stomebhir indram āyavaḥ

For in all pressings they urge you on, the one and the same, separately—men of bull-like zeal, separately seeking to win the sun. You, like a ferrying boat, we would set at the pole of (our) strength—as the Āyus rouse Indra with sacrifices, the Āyus rouse Indra with praise-songs.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain

AV 20 72.2

वि त्वा ततस्रे मिथुना अवस्यवो व्रजस्य साता गव्यस्य निःसृजः सक्षन्त इन्द्र निःसृजः । यद् गव्यन्ता द्वा जना स्वर् यन्ता समूहसि । आविष् करिक्रद् वृषणं सचाभुवं वज्रम् इन्द्र सचाभुवम्

vi tvā tatasre mithunā avasyavo vrajasya sātā gavyasya niḥsṛjaḥ sakṣanta indra niḥsṛjaḥ | yad gavyantā dvā janā svar yantā samūhasi | āviṣ karikrad vṛṣaṇaṃ sacābhuvaṃ vajram indra sacābhuvam

The paired ones, seeking help, have drawn you apart in the winning of the pen, in the release of the cattle—they cling to (you), Indra, at the release. When you drive together the two peoples who seek cattle, who seek the sun, then, Indra, making manifest the bull, the companion, the mace, the companion (of yours).

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain

AV 20 72.3

उतो नो अस्या उषसो जुषेत ह्य् अर्कस्य बोधि हविषो हवीमभिः स्वर्षाता हवीमभिः । यद् इन्द्र हन्तवे मृघो वृषा वज्रिं चिकेतसि । आ मे अस्य वेधसो नवीयसो मन्म श्रुधि नवीयसः

uto no asyā uṣaso juṣeta hy arkasya bodhi haviṣo havīmabhiḥ svarṣātā havīmabhiḥ | yad indra hantave mṛgho vṛṣā vajriṃ ciketasi | ā me asya vedhaso navīyaso manma śrudhi navīyasaḥ

And may he take pleasure in this dawn of ours; take note of the chant, of the oblation, with our invocations, with our invocations at the winning of the sun. When, Indra, wielder of the mace, you mark the wild bull for the slaying—hear this thought of mine, of me the newest ordainer, hear the thought of the newest one.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain