Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 117
RV 1 117.1
मध्वः सोमस्याश्विना मदाय प्रत्नो होता विवासते वाम् । बर्हिष्मती रातिर् विश्रिता गीर् इषा यातꣳ नासत्योप वाजैः
madhvaḥ somasyāśvinā madāya pratno hotā vivāsate vām | barhiṣmatī rātir viśritā gīr iṣā yātaṁ nāsatyopa vājaiḥ
For the intoxication of the sweet soma, O Aśvins, the ancient hotṛ invites you; the offering is furnished with barhis, the song is spread out — come with nourishment, O Nāsatyas, with prizes.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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ASVINS, your ancient priest invites you hither to gladden you with draughts of meath of Soma. Our gift is on the grass, our song apportioned: with food and strength come hither, O Nâsatyas.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.2
यो वाम् अश्विना मनसो जवीयान् रथः स्वश्वो विश आजिगाति । येन गच्छथः सुकृतो दुरोणꣳ तेन नरा वर्तिर् अस्मभ्यꣳ यातम्
yo vām aśvinā manaso javīyān rathaḥ svaśvo viśa ājigāti | yena gacchathaḥ sukṛto duroṇaṁ tena narā vartir asmabhyaṁ yātam
That chariot of yours, O Aśvins, swifter than thought, drawn by good horses, which comes to the clan — by which you go to the house of the man of good deeds, with that, O men, drive your round to us.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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That car of yours, swifter than thought, O Aṣvins, which drawn by brave steeds cometh to the people, Whereon ye seek the dwelling of the pious,– come ye thereon to our abode, O Heroes.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.3
ऋषिꣳ नराव् अꣳहसः पाञ्चजन्यम् ऋबीसाद् अत्रिम् मुञ्चथो गणेन । मिनन्ता दस्योर् अशिवस्य माया अनुपूर्वꣳ वृषणा चोदयन्ता
ṛṣiṁ narāv aṁhasaḥ pāñcajanyam ṛbīsād atrim muñcatho gaṇena | minantā dasyor aśivasya māyā anupūrvaṁ vṛṣaṇā codayantā
You two men release the ṛṣi of the five peoples, Atri, from distress, from the fire-pit, together with his troop, foiling the wiles of the unkind Dasyu, urging (them) on one after another, O bulls.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Ye freed sage Atri, whom the Five Tribes honoured, from the strait pit, ye Heroes with his people, Baffling the guiles of the malignant Dasyu, repelling them, ye Mighty in succession.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.4
अश्वꣳ न गूऴ्हम् अश्विना दुरेवैर् ऋषिꣳ नरा वृषणा रेभम् अप्सु । सꣳ तꣳ रिणीथो विप्रुतꣳ दꣳसोभिर् न वाꣳ जूर्यन्ति पूर्व्या कृतानि
aśvaṁ na gūḻham aśvinā durevair ṛṣiṁ narā vṛṣaṇā rebham apsu | saṁ taṁ riṇītho viprutaṁ daṁsobhir na vāṁ jūryanti pūrvyā kṛtāni
Like a horse hidden away by evil-doers — the ṛṣi Rebha in the waters, O Aśvins, O bullish men — him, drenched, you set free again by your wondrous deeds; your ancient works do not grow old.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Rebha the sage, ye mighty Heroes, Aṣvins! whom, like a horse, vile men had sunk in water,– Him, wounded, with your wondrous power ye rescued: your exploits of old time endure for ever.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.5
सुषुप्वाꣳसꣳ न निरृतेर् उपस्थे सूर्यꣳ न दस्रा तमसि क्षियन्तम् । शुभे रुक्मꣳ न दर्शतꣳ निखातम् उद् ऊपथुर् अश्विना वन्दनाय
suṣupvāṁsaṁ na nirṛter upasthe sūryaṁ na dasrā tamasi kṣiyantam | śubhe rukmaṁ na darśataṁ nikhātam ud ūpathur aśvinā vandanāya
Like one who had fallen asleep in the lap of Nirṛti, like the sun dwelling in darkness, O wondrous ones, like a fair gold ornament buried away for adornment — you dug (him) up, O Aśvins, for Vandana.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Ye brought forth Vandana, ye Wonder-Workers, for triumph, like fair gold that hath been buried, Like one who slumbered in destruction's bosom, or like the Sun when dwelling in the darkness.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.6
तद् वाꣳ नरा शꣳस्यम् पज्रियेण कक्षीवता नासत्या परिज्मन् । शफाद् अश्वस्य वाजिनो जनाय शतꣳ कुम्भाꣳ असिञ्चतम् मधूनाम्
tad vāṁ narā śaṁsyam pajriyeṇa kakṣīvatā nāsatyā parijman | śaphād aśvasya vājino janāya śataṁ kumbhām̐ asiñcatam madhūnām
That deed of yours, O men, is to be praised, O Nāsatyas, (done) with Kakṣīvat of the Pajra line as you roamed about: from the hoof of the prize-winning horse you poured out a hundred jars of honey for the people.
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Kakshîvân, Pajra's son, must laud that exploit of yours, Nâsatyas, Heroes, ye who wander! When from the hoof of your strong horse ye showered a hundred jars of honey for the people.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.7
युवꣳ नरा स्तुवते कृष्णियाय विष्णाप्वꣳ ददथुर् विश्वकाय । घोषायै चित् पितृषदे दुरोणे पतिꣳ जूर्यन्त्या अश्विनाव् अदत्तम्
yuvaṁ narā stuvate kṛṣṇiyāya viṣṇāpvaṁ dadathur viśvakāya | ghoṣāyai cit pitṛṣade duroṇe patiṁ jūryantyā aśvināv adattam
You two men gave Viṣṇāpū to Viśvaka the Kṛṣṇiya who praised you; and to Ghoṣā, who sat in the house with her father and was growing old, you gave a husband, O Aśvins.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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To Kr̥ishṇa's son, to Viṣvaka who praised you, O Heroes, ye restored his son Vishṇâpû. To Ghoshâ, living in her father's dwelling, stricken in years, ye gave a husband, Aṣvins.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.8
युवꣳ श्यावाय रुशतीम् अदत्तम् महः क्षोणस्याश्विना कण्वाय । प्रवाच्यꣳ तद् वृषणा कृतꣳ वाꣳ यन् नार्षदाय श्रवो अध्यधत्तम्
yuvaṁ śyāvāya ruśatīm adattam mahaḥ kṣoṇasyāśvinā kaṇvāya | pravācyaṁ tad vṛṣaṇā kṛtaṁ vāṁ yan nārṣadāya śravo adhyadhattam
You gave the shining (maiden) to Śyāva, O Aśvins, (and) to Kaṇva out of the great throng; that deed of yours, O bulls, is to be proclaimed, that you bestowed fame upon the son of Nṛṣad.
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Rusati, of the mighty people, Aṣvins, ye gave to Ṣyâva of the line of Kaṇva. This deed of yours, ye Strong Ones should be published, that ye gave glory to the son of Nr̥ishad.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.9
पुरू वर्पाꣳस्य् अश्विना दधाना नि पेदव ऊहथुर् आशुम् अश्वम् । सहस्रसाꣳ वाजिनम् अप्रतीतम् अहिहनꣳ श्रवस्य१ꣳ तरुत्रम्
purū varpāṁsy aśvinā dadhānā ni pedava ūhathur āśum aśvam | sahasrasāṁ vājinam apratītam ahihanaṁ śravasya1ṁ tarutram
Assuming many shapes, O Aśvins, you led down to Pedu a swift horse, winner of thousands, prize-winning, unopposable, slayer of the serpent, glory-seeking, overcoming.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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O Aṣvins, wearing many forms at pleasure, on Pedu ye bestowed a fleet-foot courser, Strong, winner of a thousand spoils, resistless the serpent slayer, glorious, triumphant.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.10
एतानि वाꣳ श्रवस्या सुदानू ब्रह्माङ्गूषꣳ सदनꣳ रोदस्योः । यद् वाम् पज्रासो अश्विना हवन्ते यातम् इषा च विदुषे च वाजम्
etāni vāṁ śravasyā sudānū brahmāṅgūṣaṁ sadanaṁ rodasyoḥ | yad vām pajrāso aśvinā havante yātam iṣā ca viduṣe ca vājam
These glorious deeds are yours, O bountiful ones: the formula, the song of praise, the seat of the two worlds. When the Pajras call upon you, O Aśvins, come with nourishment, and with prize for the one who knows.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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These glorious things are yours, ye Bounteous Givers; prayer, praise in both worlds are your habitation. O Aṣvins, when the sons of Paira call you, send strength with nourishment to him who knoweth.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.11
सूनोर् मानेनाश्विना गृणाना वाजꣳ विप्राय भुरणा रदन्ता । अगस्त्ये ब्रह्मणा वावृधाना सꣳ विश्पलाꣳ नासत्यारिणीतम्
sūnor mānenāśvinā gṛṇānā vājaṁ viprāya bhuraṇā radantā | agastye brahmaṇā vāvṛdhānā saṁ viśpalāṁ nāsatyāriṇītam
Sung by the son of Māna, O Aśvins, you busy ones cutting out a prize for the inspired poet, strengthened by the formula in Agastya, you knit Viśpalā together again, O Nāsatyas.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Hymned with the reverence of a son, O Aṣvins ye Swift Ones giving booty to the singer, Glorified by Agastya with devotion, established Vispala again, Nâsatyas.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.12
कुह यान्ता सुष्टुतिꣳ काव्यस्य दिवो नपाता वृषणा शयुत्रा । हिरण्यस्येव कलशꣳ निखातम् उद् ऊपथुर् दशमे अश्विनाहन्
kuha yāntā suṣṭutiṁ kāvyasya divo napātā vṛṣaṇā śayutrā | hiraṇyasyeva kalaśaṁ nikhātam ud ūpathur daśame aśvināhan
Where were you going, O bulls, grandsons of heaven, (while) the fair praise of Kāvya (was in?) the resting place? Like a buried pot of gold you dug (him) up, O Aśvins, on the tenth day.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Ye Sons of Heaven, ye Mighty, whither went ye, sought ye, for his fair praise the home of Kdvya. When, like a pitcher full of gold, O Aṣvins, on the tenth day ye lifted up the buried?
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.13
युवꣳ च्यवानम् अश्विना जरन्तम् पुनर् युवानꣳ चक्रथुः शचीभिः । युवो रथꣳ दुहिता सूर्यस्य सह श्रिया नासत्यावृणीत
yuvaṁ cyavānam aśvinā jarantam punar yuvānaṁ cakrathuḥ śacībhiḥ | yuvo rathaṁ duhitā sūryasya saha śriyā nāsatyāvṛṇīta
You two, Aśvins, made Cyavāna, aged, young again by your powers; the daughter of Sūrya chose your chariot together with splendour, O Nāsatyas.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Ye with the aid of your great powers, O Aṣvins, restored to youth the ancient man Chyavâna. The Daughter of the Sun with all her glory, O ye Nâsatyas, chose your car to bear her.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.14
युवꣳ तुग्राय पूर्व्येभिर् एवैः पुनर्मन्याव् अभवतꣳ युवाना । युवम् भुज्युम् अर्णसो निः समुद्राद् विभिर् ऊहथुर् ऋज्रेभिर् अश्वैः
yuvaṁ tugrāya pūrvyebhir evaiḥ punarmanyāv abhavataṁ yuvānā | yuvam bhujyum arṇaso niḥ samudrād vibhir ūhathur ṛjrebhir aśvaiḥ
For Tugra, by your ancient ways, you two became young again, mindful (of him); you carried Bhujyu up out of the flood, out of the sea, with birds, with tawny horses.
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Ye, ever-youthful Ones, again remembered Tugra, according to your ancient manner: With horses brown of hue that flew with swift wings ye brought back Bhujyu from the sea of billows.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.15
अजोहवीद् अश्विना तौग्र्यो वाम् प्रोऴ्हः समुद्रम् अव्यथिर् जगन्वान् । निष् टम् ऊहथुः सुयुजा रथेन मनोजवसा वृषणा स्वस्ति
ajohavīd aśvinā taugryo vām proḻhaḥ samudram avyathir jaganvān | niṣ ṭam ūhathuḥ suyujā rathena manojavasā vṛṣaṇā svasti
Loudly did Tugra's son call on you, Aśvins, when, swept out to the sea, he had gone unshaken; you carried him out with your well-yoked chariot, swift as thought, safely, O bulls.
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The son of Tugra had invoked you, Aṣvins; borne on he went uninjured through the ocean. Ye with your chariot swift as thought, well-harnessed, carried him off, O Mighty Ones, to safety.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.16
अजोहवीद् अश्विना वर्तिका वाम् आस्नो यत् सीम् अमुञ्चतꣳ वृकस्य । वि जयुषा ययथुः सान्व् अद्रेर् जातꣳ विष्वाचो अहतꣳ विषेण
ajohavīd aśvinā vartikā vām āsno yat sīm amuñcataṁ vṛkasya | vi jayuṣā yayathuḥ sānv adrer jātaṁ viṣvāco ahataṁ viṣeṇa
Loudly did the quail call on you, Aśvins, when you freed her from the wolf's mouth; with the victorious (chariot) you drove over the ridge of the rock; the offspring of Viṣvāc you struck down with poison.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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The quail had invocated you, O Aṣvins, when from the wolf's devouring jaws ye freed her. With conquering car ye cleft the mountain's ridges: the offspring of Viṣvâch ye killed with poison.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.17
शतम् मेषान् वृक्ये मामहानꣳ तमः प्रणीतम् अशिवेन पित्रा । आक्षी ऋज्राश्वे अश्विनाव् अधत्तꣳ ज्योतिर् अन्धाय चक्रथुर् विचक्षे
śatam meṣān vṛkye māmahānaṁ tamaḥ praṇītam aśivena pitrā | ākṣī ṛjrāśve aśvināv adhattaṁ jyotir andhāya cakrathur vicakṣe
To Ṛjrāśva, who had given a hundred rams to the she-wolf, (and) who was led into darkness by his unkind father, you Aśvins gave back his two eyes; you made light for the blind man, so that he might see.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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He whom for furnishing a hundred wethers to the she-wolf, his wicked father blinded, To him, R̥ijrâṣva, gave ye eyes, O Aṣvins; light to the blind ye sent for perfect vision.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.18
शुनम् अन्धाय भरम् अह्वयत् सा वृकीर् अश्विना वृषणा नरेति । जारः कनीन इव चक्षदान ऋज्राश्वः शतम् एकꣳ च मेषान्
śunam andhāya bharam ahvayat sā vṛkīr aśvinā vṛṣaṇā nareti | jāraḥ kanīna iva cakṣadāna ṛjrāśvaḥ śatam ekaṁ ca meṣān
That she-wolf called out (proclaiming) good fortune, a gain for the blind man: "Aśvins, bulls, heroes!"—Ṛjrāśva, cutting up a hundred rams and one, like a young lover (of the maiden).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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To bring the blind man joy thus cried the she-wolf: O Aṣvins, O ye Mighty Ones, O Heroes, For me R̥ijrâṣva, like a youthful lover, hath. cut piecemeal one and a hundred wethers.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.19
मही वाम् ऊतिर् अश्विना मयोभूर् उत स्रामꣳ धिष्ण्या सꣳ रिणीथः । अथा युवाम् इद् अह्वयत् पुरꣳधिर् आगच्छतꣳ सीꣳ वृषणाव् अवोभिः
mahī vām ūtir aśvinā mayobhūr uta srāmaṁ dhiṣṇyā saṁ riṇīthaḥ | athā yuvām id ahvayat puraṁdhir āgacchataṁ sīṁ vṛṣaṇāv avobhiḥ
Great is your help, Aśvins, bringing joy; and you, you attentive ones, heal lameness; and so Puraṁdhi called on you two—come here, bulls, with your aids.
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Great and weal-giving is your aid, O Aṣvins, ye, objects of all thought, made whole the cripple. Purandhi also for this cause invoked you, and ye, O mighty, came to her with succours.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.20
अधेनुꣳ दस्रा स्तर्य१ꣳ विषक्ताम् अपिन्वतꣳ शयवे अश्विना गाम् । युवꣳ शचीभिर् विमदाय जायाꣳ न्य् ऊहथुः पुरुमित्रस्य योषाम्
adhenuṁ dasrā starya1ṁ viṣaktām apinvataṁ śayave aśvinā gām | yuvaṁ śacībhir vimadāya jāyāṁ ny ūhathuḥ purumitrasya yoṣām
O wondrous ones, for Śayu you made swell the cow that was without milk, barren, unyoked (from calving), O Aśvins; and by your powers you led home for Vimada a wife, the maiden of Purumitra.
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Ye, Wonder-Workers, filled with milk for Ṣayu the milkless cow, emaciated, barren; And by your powers the child of Purumitra ye brought to Vimada to be his consort.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.21
यवꣳ वृकेणाश्विना वपन्तेषꣳ दुहन्ता मनुषाय दस्रा । अभि दस्युम् बकुरेणा धमन्तोरु ज्योतिश् चक्रथुर् आर्याय
yavaṁ vṛkeṇāśvinā vapanteṣaṁ duhantā manuṣāya dasrā | abhi dasyum bakureṇā dhamantoru jyotiś cakrathur āryāya
Sowing barley with the wolf, Aśvins, milking out nourishment for the man, O wondrous ones, blowing against the Dasyu with the bakura, you made wide light for the Ārya.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Ploughing and sowing barley, O ye Aṣvins, milking out food for men, ye Wonder-Workers, Blasting away the Dasyu with your trumpet, ye gave far-spreading light unto the Ârya.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.22
आथर्वणायाश्विना दधीचे ऽश्व्यꣳ शिरः प्रत्य् ऐरयतम् । स वाम् मधु प्र वोचद् ऋतायन् त्वाष्ट्रꣳ यद् दस्राव् अपिकक्ष्यꣳ वाम्
ātharvaṇāyāśvinā dadhīce 'śvyaṁ śiraḥ praty airayatam | sa vām madhu pra vocad ṛtāyan tvāṣṭraṁ yad dasrāv apikakṣyaṁ vām
For Dadhyañc, Atharvan's son, Aśvins, you set on a horse's head; he, keeping the ṛta, proclaimed to you the honey, that of Tvaṣṭar, which was, O wondrous ones, your secret.
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Ye brought the horse's head, Aṣvins, and gave it unto Dadhyac the offspring of Atharvan. True, he revealed to you, O WonderWorkers, sweet Soma, Tvashṭar's secret, as your girdle.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.23
सदा कवी सुमतिम् आ चके वाꣳ विश्वा धियो अश्विना प्रावतम् मे । अस्मे रयिꣳ नासत्या बृहन्तम् अपत्यसाचꣳ श्रुत्यꣳ रराथाम्
sadā kavī sumatim ā cake vāṁ viśvā dhiyo aśvinā prāvatam me | asme rayiṁ nāsatyā bṛhantam apatyasācaṁ śrutyaṁ rarāthām
Always, O sages, I call upon your favour; further all my thoughts, Aśvins; grant to us, O Nāsatyas, lofty wealth, attended by offspring, worthy of renown.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
O Sages, evermore I crave your favour: be gracious unto all my prayers, O Aṣvins. Grant me, Nâsatyas, riches in abundance, wealth famous and accompanied with children.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.24
हिरण्यहस्तम् अश्विना रराणा पुत्रꣳ नरा वध्रिमत्या अदत्तम् । त्रिधा ह श्यावम् अश्विना विकस्तम् उज् जीवस ऐरयतꣳ सुदानू
hiraṇyahastam aśvinā rarāṇā putraṁ narā vadhrimatyā adattam | tridhā ha śyāvam aśvinā vikastam uj jīvasa airayataṁ sudānū
Bestowing (him), Aśvins, you gave Hiraṇyahasta as a son to the wife of the eunuch, O heroes; and Śyāva, cut in three, you raised up to life, Aśvins, O bountiful ones.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
With liberal bounty to the weakling's consorts ye, Heroes, gave a son Hiraṇyahasta; And Ṣyâva, cut into three several pieces, ye brougnt to life again, O bounteous Aṣvins.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 117.25
एतानि वाम् अश्विना वीर्याणि प्र पूर्व्याण्य् आयवो ऽवोचन् । ब्रह्म कृण्वन्तो वृषणा युवभ्याꣳ सुवीरासो विदथम् आ वदेम
etāni vām aśvinā vīryāṇi pra pūrvyāṇy āyavo 'vocan | brahma kṛṇvanto vṛṣaṇā yuvabhyāṁ suvīrāso vidatham ā vadema
These heroic deeds of yours, Aśvins, these ancient ones, the Āyus have proclaimed; making the sacred formulation for you, O bulls, may we, rich in men, speak at the assembly.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
These your heroic exploits, O ye Aṣvins, done in the days. of old, have men related. May we, addressing prayer to you, ye Mighty, speak with brave sons about us to. the synod.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)