Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 4 — Chapter 13
AV 4 13.1
उत देवा अवहितं देवा उन् नयथा पुनः । उतागश् चक्रुषं देवा देवा जीवयथा पुनः
uta devā avahitaṃ devā un nayathā punaḥ | utāgaś cakruṣaṃ devā devā jīvayathā punaḥ
And the one struck down, O gods — O gods, you raise him up again; and one who has committed a sin, O gods — O gods, you make him live again.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Gods, raise again the man whom ye, O Gods, have humbled and brought low. Ye Gods, restore to life again, him, Gods! who hath committed sin.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 4 13.2
द्वाव् इमौ वातौ वात आ सिन्धोर् आ परावतः । दक्षं ते अन्य आवातु व्य् अन्यो वातु यद् रपः
dvāv imau vātau vāta ā sindhor ā parāvataḥ | dakṣaṃ te anya āvātu vy anyo vātu yad rapaḥ
These two winds blow, from the Sindhu, from the far distance; let the one blow vigour to you, let the other blow away what is defect.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Here these two winds are blowing far as Sindhu from a distant land. May one breathe energy to thee, the other blow thy fault away.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 4 13.3
आ वात वाहि भेषजं वि वात वाहि यद् रपः । त्वं हि विश्वभेषज देवानां दूत ईयसे
ā vāta vāhi bheṣajaṃ vi vāta vāhi yad rapaḥ | tvaṃ hi viśvabheṣaja devānāṃ dūta īyase
Blow hither, O Wind, the remedy; blow away, O Wind, what is defect; for you, all-healing, go as the messenger of the gods.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Hither, O Wind, blow healing balm, blow every fault away, thou Wind! For thou who hast all medicine comest as envoy of the Gods.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 4 13.4
त्रायन्ताम् इमं देवास् त्रायन्तां मरुतां गणाः । त्रायन्तां विश्वा भूतानि यथायम् अरपा असत्
trāyantām imaṃ devās trāyantāṃ marutāṃ gaṇāḥ | trāyantāṃ viśvā bhūtāni yathāyam arapā asat
Let the gods protect this man, let the troops of the Maruts protect him, let all beings protect him, so that he may be free of defect.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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May the Gods keep and save this man, the Maruts' host deliver him. All things that be deliver him that he be freed from his offence.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 4 13.5
आ त्वागमं शंतातिभिर् अथो अरिष्टतातिभिः । दक्षं त उग्रम् आभारिषं परा यक्ष्मं सुवामि ते
ā tvāgamaṃ śaṃtātibhir atho ariṣṭatātibhiḥ | dakṣaṃ ta ugram ābhāriṣaṃ parā yakṣmaṃ suvāmi te
I have come to you with means of well-being, and also with means of unharmedness; I have brought you strong skill (of the healer); I drive your consumption far away.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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I am come nigh to thee with balms to give thee rest and keep thee safe. I bring thee mighty strength, I drive thy wasting malady away.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 4 13.6
अयं मे हस्तो भगवान् अयं मे भगवत्तरः । अयं मे विश्वभेषजो ऽयं शिवाभिमर्शनः
ayaṃ me hasto bhagavān ayaṃ me bhagavattaraḥ | ayaṃ me viśvabheṣajo 'yaṃ śivābhimarśanaḥ
This hand of mine is fortunate, this hand of mine is yet more fortunate; this hand of mine holds all remedies, and this one is of auspicious touch.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Felicitous is this my hand, yet more felicitous is this. This hand contains all healing balms, and this makes whole with gentle touch.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 4 13.7
हस्ताभ्यां दशशाखाभ्यां जिह्वा वाचः पुरोगवी । अनामयित्नुभ्यां हस्ताभ्यां ताभ्यां त्वाभि मृशामसि
hastābhyāṃ daśaśākhābhyāṃ jihvā vācaḥ purogavī | anāmayitnubhyāṃ hastābhyāṃ tābhyāṃ tvābhi mṛśāmasi
With the two hands of ten branches — the tongue is the forerunner of speech — with the two hands that take away sickness, with those we stroke you.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The tongue that leads the voice precedes. Then with our tenfold- branching hands. With these two healers of disease, we stroke thee with a soft caress.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)