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Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 7 — Chapter 84

AV 7 84.1

अनाधृष्यो जातवेदा अमर्त्यो विराड् अग्ने क्षत्रभृद् दीदिहीह । विश्वा अमीवाः प्रमुञ्चन् मानुषीभिः शिवाभिर् अद्य परि पाहि नो गयम्

anādhṛṣyo jātavedā amartyo virāḍ agne kṣatrabhṛd dīdihīha | viśvā amīvāḥ pramuñcan mānuṣībhiḥ śivābhir adya pari pāhi no gayam

Unassailable, knower of what is born, immortal, sovereign—O Agni, bearer of dominion, shine here. Releasing all afflictions, with kindly human (aids?) protect our household on every side today.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Holder of sway, shine here refulgent, Agni! invincible immortal Jātavedas. With succours friendly to mankind, auspicious, driving away all maladies, guard our dwelling.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 7 84.2

इन्द्र क्षत्रम् अभि वामम् ओजो ऽजायथा वृषभ चर्षणीनाम् । अपानुदो जनम् अमित्रयन्तम् उरुं देवेभ्यो अकृणोर् उ लोकम्

indra kṣatram abhi vāmam ojo 'jāyathā vṛṣabha carṣaṇīnām | apānudo janam amitrayantam uruṃ devebhyo akṛṇor u lokam

O Indra, you were born to dominion, to dear power, O bull of the peoples. You thrust away the folk that acted as enemies, and you made broad room for the gods.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Thou, Indra, lord and leader of the people, wast born for lovely strength and high dominion. Thou dravest off the folk who were unfriendly, and madest for the Gods wide room and freedom.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)

AV 7 84.3

मृगो न भीमः कुचरो गिरिष्ठाः परावत आ जगम्यात् परस्याः । सृकं संशाय पविम् इन्द्र तिग्मं वि शत्रून् ताढि वि मृधो नुदस्व

mṛgo na bhīmaḥ kucaro giriṣṭhāḥ parāvata ā jagamyāt parasyāḥ | sṛkaṃ saṃśāya pavim indra tigmaṃ vi śatrūn tāḍhi vi mṛdho nudasva

Fearsome like a wild beast that roams ill and dwells in the mountains—may he come from the far distance beyond. Having whetted the spear, the sharp edge, O Indra, strike the foes apart, thrust the scorners away.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Like a dread wild beast roaming on the mountain, may he. approach us from the farthest distance. Whetting thy bolt and thy sharp blade, O Indra, crush down our foes and scatter those who hate us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)