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Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 6 — Chapter 30

AV 6 30.1

देवा इमं मधुना संयुतं यवं सरस्वत्याम् अधि मणाव् अचर्कृषुः । इन्द्र आसीत् सीरपतिः शतक्रतुः कीनाशा आसन् मरुतः सुदानवः

devā imaṃ madhunā saṃyutaṃ yavaṃ sarasvatyām adhi maṇāv acarkṛṣuḥ | indra āsīt sīrapatiḥ śatakratuḥ kīnāśā āsan marutaḥ sudānavaḥ

O gods, they ploughed this barley, joined with honey, upon the maṇi on the Sarasvatī; Indra of a hundred powers was lord of the plough, the ploughmen were the Maruts of good gifts.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Over a magic stone, beside Sarasvati, the Gods Ploughed in this barley that was blent with mead. Lord of the plough was Indra, strong with hundred powers: the ploughers were the Maruts they who give rich gifts.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 6 30.2

यस् ते मदो ऽवकेशो विकेशो येनाभिहस्यं पुरुषं कृणोषि । आरात् त्वद् अन्या वनानि वृक्षि त्वं शमि शतवल्शा वि रोह

yas te mado 'vakeśo vikeśo yenābhihasyaṃ puruṣaṃ kṛṇoṣi | ārāt tvad anyā vanāni vṛkṣi tvaṃ śami śatavalśā vi roha

That intoxicating power of thine which is hairless-making, hair-loosening, by which thou makest a man one to be laughed at — far from thee may I cut other trees; do thou, śamī, grow up with a hundred shoots.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Thy joy in hair that falleth or is scattered, wherewith thou sub- jectest a man to laughter To other trees, far from thee will I drive it. Grow up, thou Samī, with a hundred branches.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 6 30.3

बृहत्पलाशे सुभगे वर्षवृद्ध ऋतावरि । मातेव पुत्रेभ्यो मृड केशेभ्यः शमि

bṛhatpalāśe subhage varṣavṛddha ṛtāvari | māteva putrebhyo mṛḍa keśebhyaḥ śami

O broad-leaved one, O fortunate one, grown by rain, holder of ṛta, be gracious like a mother to her sons, to the hairs, O śamī.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Auspicious, bearing mighty leaves, holy one, nurtured by the rain, Even as a mother to her sons, be gracious, Samī to our hair.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)