Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 6 — Chapter 22
AV 6 22.1
कृष्णं नियानं हरयः सुपर्णा अपो वसाना दिवम् उत् पतन्ति । त आववृत्रन्त् सदनाद् ऋतस्याद् इद् घृतेन पृथिवीं व्य् ऊदुः
kṛṣṇaṃ niyānaṃ harayaḥ suparṇā apo vasānā divam ut patanti | ta āvavṛtrant sadanād ṛtasyād id ghṛtena pṛthivīṃ vy ūduḥ
A black descent: the tawny well-winged ones, clothing themselves in waters, fly up to heaven. They have turned back from the seat of ṛta, and then with ghee they have moistened the earth.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Dark the descent; the strong-winged birds are golden: they fly aloft to heaven, enrobed in waters. They have come hither from the seat of Order, and inundated earth with streams of fatness.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 6 22.2
पयस्वतीः कृणुथाप ओषधीः शिवा यद् एजथा मरुतो रुक्मवक्षसः । ऊर्जं च तत्र सुमतिं च पिन्वत यत्रा नरो मरुतः सिञ्चथा मधु
payasvatīḥ kṛṇuthāpa oṣadhīḥ śivā yad ejathā maruto rukmavakṣasaḥ | ūrjaṃ ca tatra sumatiṃ ca pinvata yatrā naro marutaḥ siñcathā madhu
You make the waters full of milk, the plants kindly, when you stir, O Maruts with gold on your breasts. Swell there both nourishment and favour, wherever, O men, O Maruts, you pour out honey.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Ye make floods rich in milk, make plants propitious, what time ye stir, O golden-breasted Maruts! Pour down your showers of vigorous strength and favour there where ye sprinkle mead, O Maruts, heroes!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 6 22.3
उदप्रुतो मरुतस् ताꣳ इयर्त वृष्टिर् या विश्वा निवतस् पृणाति । एजाति ग्लहा कन्येव तुन्नैरुं तुन्दाना पत्येव जाया
udapruto marutas tāṁ iyarta vṛṣṭir yā viśvā nivatas pṛṇāti | ejāti glahā kanyeva tunnairuṃ tundānā patyeva jāyā
O Maruts swimming in water, you set in motion that rain which fills all the low places. It stirs... like a maiden (at) the dice-throw(?), pushed by goads, thrusting like a wife with her husband.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
O Maruts, send ye down, streaming with water rain which, may, filling all the sloping valleys, Leap like a bold girl in a man's embraces, or like a matron tumbled by her husband.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)