Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 7 — Chapter 74
AV 7 74.1
अपचितां लोहिनीनां कृष्णा मातेति शुश्रुम । मुनेर् देवस्य मूलेन सर्वा विध्यामि ता अहम्
apacitāṃ lohinīnāṃ kṛṣṇā māteti śuśruma | muner devasya mūlena sarvā vidhyāmi tā aham
Of the red apacit-sores the mother is black—so we have heard. With the root of the divine sage I pierce them all.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Black is the mother, we have heard, from whom the red-hued Pustules sprang. With the divine ascetic's root I pierce and penetrate them all.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 7 74.2
विध्याम्य् आसां प्रथमां विध्यामि उत मध्यमाम् । इदं जघन्याम् आसाम् आ छिनद्मि स्तुकाम् इव
vidhyāmy āsāṃ prathamāṃ vidhyāmi uta madhyamām | idaṃ jaghanyām āsām ā chinadmi stukām iva
I pierce the first of them, and I pierce the middle one; this hindmost of them I cut off, as it were a tuft of wool.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
I pierce the foremost one of these, I perforate the middlemost, And here I cut the hindermost asunder like a lock of hair.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 7 74.3
त्वाष्ट्रेणाहं वचसा वि त ईर्ष्याम् अमीमदम् । अथो यो मन्युष् टे पते तम् उ ते शमयामसि
tvāṣṭreṇāhaṃ vacasā vi ta īrṣyām amīmadam | atho yo manyuṣ ṭe pate tam u te śamayāmasi
With the speech of Tvaṣṭṛ I have made your jealousy pass away in stupor. And further, whatever anger of yours there is, O lord, that too we appease for you.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
With spell that Tvashtar sent to us I have dispelled thy jealousy. We mitigate and pacify the anger that thou feltest, Lord!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 7 74.4
व्रतेन त्वं व्रतपते समक्तो विश्वाहा सुमना दीदिहीह । तं त्वा वयं जातवेदः समिद्धं प्रजावन्त उप सदेम सर्वे
vratena tvaṃ vratapate samakto viśvāhā sumanā dīdihīha | taṃ tvā vayaṃ jātavedaḥ samiddhaṃ prajāvanta upa sadema sarve
O lord of vows, anointed with the vow, shine here well-disposed all days. May we all, possessing offspring, sit beside you, O Jātavedas, when you are kindled.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Lord of religious rites, by law, anointed, shine thou forth here for ever friendly-minded. So may we all with children, Jātavedas! worship and humbly wait on thee enkindled.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)