Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 20 — Chapter 95

AV 20 95.1

त्रिकद्रुकेषु महिषो यवाशिरं तुविशुष्मस् तृपत् सोमम् अपिबद् विष्णुना सुतं यथावशत् । स ईं ममाद महि कर्म कर्तवे महाम् उरुं सैनं सश्चद् देवो देवं सत्यम् इन्द्रं सत्य इन्दुः

trikadrukeṣu mahiṣo yavāśiraṃ tuviśuṣmas tṛpat somam apibad viṣṇunā sutaṃ yathāvaśat | sa īṃ mamāda mahi karma kartave mahām uruṃ sainaṃ saścad devo devaṃ satyam indraṃ satya induḥ

At the Trikadrukas the buffalo, of mighty vigour, drank his fill of the barley-mixed soma, pressed with Viṣṇu, as much as he wished. That intoxicated him to do a great deed, him the great, the wide; the god attended the god, the true drop true Indra.

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

AV 20 95.2

प्रो ष्व् अस्मै पुरोरथम् इन्द्राय शूषम् अर्चत । अभीके चिद् उ लोककृत् संगे समत्सु वृत्रहास्माकं बोधि चोदिता नभन्ताम् अन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु

pro ṣv asmai puroratham indrāya śūṣam arcata | abhīke cid u lokakṛt saṃge samatsu vṛtrahāsmākaṃ bodhi coditā nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

Sing forth now to this Indra the strengthening song that goes before the chariot. Even in close encounter, maker of room, in the clash, in the battles, O Vṛtra-slayer, be our urger. — Let the bowstrings of the petty ones snap on their bows.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

AV 20 95.3

त्वं सिन्धूꣳर् अवासृजो ऽधराचो अहन्न् अहिम् । अशत्रुर् इन्द्र जज्ञिषे विश्वं पुष्यसि वार्यं तं त्वा परि ष्वजामहे नभन्ताम् अन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु

tvaṃ sindhūṁr avāsṛjo 'dharāco ahann ahim | aśatrur indra jajñiṣe viśvaṃ puṣyasi vāryaṃ taṃ tvā pari ṣvajāmahe nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

You released the rivers to flow downward, you slew the serpent. Without a rival, Indra, were you born; you make all that is desirable thrive — you we embrace. — Let the bowstrings of the petty ones snap on their bows.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

AV 20 95.4

वि षु विश्वा अरातयो ऽर्यो नशन्त नो धियः । अस्तासि शत्रवे वधं यो न इन्द्र जिघांसति या ते रातिर् ददिर् वसु । नभन्ताम् अन्यकेषां ज्यका अधि धन्वसु

vi ṣu viśvā arātayo 'ryo naśanta no dhiyaḥ | astāsi śatrave vadhaṃ yo na indra jighāṃsati yā te rātir dadir vasu | nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyakā adhi dhanvasu

Let all the hostilities of the stranger utterly perish; (let) our prayers (prevail). You are the shooter of the deadly weapon at the enemy who seeks to slay us, Indra; your gift is a giver of goods. — Let the bowstrings of the petty ones snap on their bows.

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