Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 20 — Chapter 73
AV 20 73.1
तुभ्येद् इमा सवना शूर विश्वा तुभ्यं ब्रह्माणि वर्धना कृणोमि । त्वं नृभिर् हव्यो विश्वधासि
tubhyed imā savanā śūra viśvā tubhyaṃ brahmāṇi vardhanā kṛṇomi | tvaṃ nṛbhir havyo viśvadhāsi
For you indeed are all these pressings, hero; for you I make the formulations that strengthen. You are to be invoked by men in every way.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers that strengthen. Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 73.2
नू चिन् नु ते मन्यमानस्य दस्मोद् अश्नुवन्ति महिमानम् उग्र । न वीर्यम् इन्द्र ते न राधः
nū cin nu te manyamānasya dasmod aśnuvanti mahimānam ugra | na vīryam indra te na rādhaḥ
Never indeed, wondrous one, do they reach the greatness of you who are mindful, O mighty one—neither your heroic power, Indra, nor your bounty.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Never do men attain, O Wonder-worker, thy greatness, Mighty One who must be lauded, Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 73.3
प्र वो महे महिवृधे भरध्वं प्रचेतसे प्र सुमतिं कृणुध्वम् । विशः पूर्वीः प्र चरा चर्षणिप्राः
pra vo mahe mahivṛdhe bharadhvaṃ pracetase pra sumatiṃ kṛṇudhvam | viśaḥ pūrvīḥ pra carā carṣaṇiprāḥ
Bring forth (praise) for your great one who grows great, for the far-seeing one; make (your) good thought go forth. Go forth among the many clans, filler of the peoples.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Bring to the Wise, the Great who waxeth mighty your offerings and make ready your devotion: To many clans he goeth, man's Controller.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 73.4
यदा वज्रं हिरण्यम् इद् अथा रथं हरी यमस्य वहतो वि सूरिभिः । आ तिष्ठति मघवा सनश्रुत इन्द्रो वाजस्य दीर्घश्रवसस् पतिः
yadā vajraṃ hiraṇyam id athā rathaṃ harī yamasya vahato vi sūribhiḥ | ā tiṣṭhati maghavā sanaśruta indro vājasya dīrghaśravasas patiḥ
When (he takes) the golden mace, then the two bay horses draw the chariot of the controller apart with the patrons; the bounteous one mounts (it), famed of old—Indra, lord of the prize of long-lasting fame.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
When, with the Princes, Maghavan, famed of old, comes nigh the thunderbolt of gold and the Controller's car Which his two tawny coursers draw, then Indra is the Sovran Lord of power whose fame spreads far and wide.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 73.5
सो चिन् नु वृष्टिर् यूथ्या स्वा सचाꣳ इन्द्रः श्मश्रूणि हरिताभि प्रुष्णुते । अव वेति सुक्षयं सुते मधूद् इद् धूणोति वातो यथा वनम्
so cin nu vṛṣṭir yūthyā svā sacāṁ indraḥ śmaśrūṇi haritābhi pruṣṇute | ava veti sukṣayaṃ sute madhūd id dhūṇoti vāto yathā vanam
He indeed—rain, belonging to the herd, his own—Indra sprinkles his beard with the golden (drink); he turns down toward the good dwelling at the pressing of the sweet (soma), and he shakes it as the wind shakes the forest.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
With him too is this rain of his that comes like herds: Indra throws drops of moisture on his yellow beard. When the sweet juice is shed he seeks the pleasant place, and stirs the worshipper as the wind disturbs the wood.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 20 73.6
यो वाचा विवाचो मृध्रवाचः पुरू सहस्राशिवा जघान । तत्तद् इद् अस्य पौंस्यं गृणीमसि पितेव यस् तविषीं वावृधे शवः
yo vācā vivāco mṛdhravācaḥ purū sahasrāśivā jaghāna | tattad id asya pauṃsyaṃ gṛṇīmasi piteva yas taviṣīṃ vāvṛdhe śavaḥ
He who with his voice slew the many thousands of the contentious ones, the ones of hostile speech, the unfriendly—that very manly deed of his we sing, (he) who like a father has increased strength and might.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
We laud and praise his several deeds of valour who, fatherlike,. with power hath made us stronger; Who with his voice slew many thousand wicked ones who spake in varied manner with contemptuous cries.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)