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Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 6 — Chapter 124

AV 6 124.1

दिवो नु माम् बृहतो अन्तरिक्षाद् अपां स्तोको अभ्य् अपप्तद् रसेन । सम् इन्द्रियेन पयसाहम् अग्ने छन्दोभिर् यज्ञैः सुकृतां कृतेन

divo nu mām bṛhato antarikṣād apāṃ stoko abhy apaptad rasena | sam indriyena payasāham agne chandobhir yajñaiḥ sukṛtāṃ kṛtena

Now from the lofty sky, from the midspace, a drop of the waters has flown down upon me with its sap. I (am united), O Agni, with power, with milk, with the metres, with sacrifices, with the deed of those who act well.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

From the high firmament, yea, out of heaven a water-drop with dew on me hath fallen. I, Agni! share the merit of the pious, with vigour, milk, and hymns and sacrifices.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 6 124.2

यदि वृक्षाद् अभ्यपप्तत् फलं तद् यद्य् अन्तरिक्षात् स उ वायुर् एव । यत्रास्पृक्षत् तन्वो यच् च वासस आपो नुदन्तु निरृतिं पराचैः

yadi vṛkṣād abhyapaptat phalaṃ tad yady antarikṣāt sa u vāyur eva | yatrāspṛkṣat tanvo yac ca vāsasa āpo nudantu nirṛtiṃ parācaiḥ

If it flew down from a tree, that was a fruit; if from the midspace, that indeed was just the wind. Wherever it touched the body and the garment, let the waters thrust misfortune far away.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

If from a tree that fruit hath fallen downward if, aught from air that is vāyu. Where it hath touched my body or my garment, thence may the Waters drive Destruction backward.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 6 124.3

अभ्यञ्जनं सुरभि सा समृद्धिर् हिरण्यं वर्चस् तद् उ पूत्रिमम् एव । सर्वा पवित्रा वितताध्य् अस्मत् तन् मा तारीन् निरृतिर् मो अरातिः

abhyañjanaṃ surabhi sā samṛddhir hiraṇyaṃ varcas tad u pūtrimam eva | sarvā pavitrā vitatādhy asmat tan mā tārīn nirṛtir mo arātiḥ

The ointment (is) fragrant — that is abundance; the gold (is) splendour — and that indeed is purifying. All the purifiers are stretched out over us: let misfortune not pass over that, nor hostility.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

It is a fragrant ointment, happy fortune, sheen all of gold, yea, purified from blemish. Spread over us are all purifications. Death and Malignity shall not subdue us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)