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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 118

RV 1 118.1

आ वाꣳ रथो अश्विना श्येनपत्वा सुमृऴीकः स्ववाꣳ यात्व् अर्वाङ् । यो मर्त्यस्य मनसो जवीयान् त्रिवन्धुरो वृषणा वातरꣳहाः

ā vāṁ ratho aśvinā śyenapatvā sumṛḻīkaḥ svavām̐ yātv arvāṅ | yo martyasya manaso javīyān trivandhuro vṛṣaṇā vātaraṁhāḥ

Let your chariot come hither, Aśvins, flying like a falcon, gracious, bringing good things—(the chariot) that is swifter than a mortal's mind, three-seated, O bulls, with the rush of the wind.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

FLYING, with falcons, may your chariot, Aṣvins, most gracious, bringing friendly help, come hither,– Your chariot, swifter than the mind of mortal, fleet as the wind, three-seated O ye Mighty.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.2

त्रिवन्धुरेण त्रिवृता रथेन त्रिचक्रेण सुवृता यातम् अर्वाक् । पिन्वतꣳ गा जिन्वतम् अर्वतो नो वर्धयतम् अश्विना वीरम् अस्मे

trivandhureṇa trivṛtā rathena tricakreṇa suvṛtā yātam arvāk | pinvataṁ gā jinvatam arvato no vardhayatam aśvinā vīram asme

With the three-seated, threefold chariot, three-wheeled, well-rolling, drive hither; make our cows swell, quicken our steeds, increase the hero for us, Aśvins.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Come to us with your chariot triple seated, three-wheeled, of triple form, that rolleth lightly. Fill full our cows, give mettle to our horses, and make each hero son grow strong, O Aṣvins.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.3

प्रवद्यामना सुवृता रथेन दस्राव् इमꣳ शृणुतꣳ श्लोकम् अद्रेः । किम् अङ्ग वाम् प्रत्य् अवर्तिꣳ गमिष्ठाहुर् विप्रासो अश्विना पुराजाः

pravadyāmanā suvṛtā rathena dasrāv imaṁ śṛṇutaṁ ślokam adreḥ | kim aṅga vām praty avartiṁ gamiṣṭhāhur viprāso aśvinā purājāḥ

With your forward-running, well-rolling chariot, O wondrous ones, hear this call of the (pressing) stone. Why then do the inspired poets of old say, Aśvins, that you come most readily to (drive away) destitution?

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

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With your well-rolling car, descending swiftly, hear this the press-stone's song, ye Wonder- Workers. How then have ancient sages said, O Aṣvins, that ye most swiftly come to stay affliction?

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.4

आ वाꣳ श्येनासो अश्विना वहन्तु रथे युक्तास आशवः पतꣳगाः । ये अप्तुरो दिव्यासो न गृध्रा अभि प्रयो नासत्या वहन्ति

ā vāṁ śyenāso aśvinā vahantu rathe yuktāsa āśavaḥ pataṁgāḥ | ye apturo divyāso na gṛdhrā abhi prayo nāsatyā vahanti

Let the falcons carry you here, Aśvins, yoked to your chariot, swift, winged, who, crossing the waters, like heavenly eagles, carry (you), Nāsatyas, to the offering.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

O Aṣvins, let your falcons bear you hither, yoked to your chariot, swift, with flying pinions, Which, ever active, like the airy eagles, carry you, O Nâsatyas, to the banquet.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.5

आ वाꣳ रथꣳ युवतिस् तिष्ठद् अत्र जुष्ट्वी नरा दुहिता सूर्यस्य । परि वाम् अश्वा वपुषः पतꣳगा वयो वहन्त्व् अरुषा अभीके

ā vāṁ rathaṁ yuvatis tiṣṭhad atra juṣṭvī narā duhitā sūryasya | pari vām aśvā vapuṣaḥ pataṁgā vayo vahantv aruṣā abhīke

The young woman, the daughter of Sūrya, mounted your chariot here, taking pleasure (in it), O heroes; let your wondrous winged horses, ruddy birds, carry you round in the encounter.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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The youthful Daughter of the Sun, delighting in you, ascended there your chariot, Heroes. Borne on their swift wings let your beauteous horses, your birds of ruddy hue, convey you near us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.6

उद् वन्दनम् ऐरतꣳ दꣳसनाभिर् उद् रेभꣳ दस्रा वृषणा शचीभिः । निष् टौग्र्यम् पारयथः समुद्रात् पुनश् च्यवानꣳ चक्रथुर् युवानम्

ud vandanam airataṁ daṁsanābhir ud rebhaṁ dasrā vṛṣaṇā śacībhiḥ | niṣ ṭaugryam pārayathaḥ samudrāt punaś cyavānaṁ cakrathur yuvānam

You raised up Vandana by your wonders, and Rebha, O wondrous bulls, by your powers; you brought Tugra's son out across the sea, and you made Cyavāna young again.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Ye raised up Vandana, strong WonderWorkers! with great might, and with power ye rescued Rebha. From out the sea ye saved the son of Tugra, and gave his youth again unto Chyavâna.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.7

युवम् अत्रये ऽवनीताय तप्तम् ऊर्जम् ओमानम् अश्विनाव् अधत्तम् । युवꣳ कण्वायापिरिप्ताय चक्षुः प्रत्य् अधत्तꣳ सुष्टुतिꣳ जुजुषाणा

yuvam atraye 'vanītāya taptam ūrjam omānam aśvināv adhattam | yuvaṁ kaṇvāyāpiriptāya cakṣuḥ praty adhattaṁ suṣṭutiṁ jujuṣāṇā

To Atri, thrust down (into the pit), you two, Aśvins, gave heated nourishment and protection; and to Kaṇva, whose eyes were smeared shut, you gave back sight, taking pleasure in his fine praise.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

To Atri, cast down to the fire that scorched him, ye gave, O Aṣvins, strengthening food and favour. Accepting his fair praises with approval, ye gave his eyes again to blinded Kaṇva.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.8

युवꣳ धेनुꣳ शयवे नाधितायापिन्वतम् अश्विना पूर्व्याय । अमुञ्चतꣳ वर्तिकाम् अꣳहसो निः प्रति जङ्घाꣳ विश्पलाया अधत्तम्

yuvaṁ dhenuṁ śayave nādhitāyāpinvatam aśvinā pūrvyāya | amuñcataṁ vartikām aṁhaso niḥ prati jaṅghāṁ viśpalāyā adhattam

You two made the milk-cow swell for Śayu in his need, O Aśvins, for him of old; you freed the quail out of distress; you fitted a leg onto Viśpalā.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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For ancient Sayti in his sore affliction ye caused his cow to swell with milk, O Aṣvins. The quail from her great misery ye delivered, and a new leg for Vispala provided.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.9

युवꣳ श्वेतम् पेदव इन्द्रजूतम् अहिहनम् अश्विनादत्तम् अश्वम् । जोहूत्रम् अर्यो अभिभूतिम् उग्रꣳ सहस्रसाꣳ वृषणꣳ वीड्वङ्गम्

yuvaṁ śvetam pedava indrajūtam ahihanam aśvinādattam aśvam | johūtram aryo abhibhūtim ugraṁ sahasrasāṁ vṛṣaṇaṁ vīḍvaṅgam

You two, Aśvins, gave to Pedu the white horse, urged on by Indra, slayer of the serpent — much-invoked, overpowering the rival, formidable, winner of thousands, a bull, of firm limbs.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

A white horse, Aṣvins, ye bestowed on Pedu, a serpent-slaying steed sent down by Indra, Loud-neighing, conquering the foe, highmettled, firm-limbed and vigorous, winning thousand treasures.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.10

ता वाꣳ नरा स्व् अवसे सुजाता हवामहे अश्विना नाधमानाः । आ न उप वसुमता रथेन गिरो जुषाणा सुविताय यातम्

tā vāṁ narā sv avase sujātā havāmahe aśvinā nādhamānāḥ | ā na upa vasumatā rathena giro juṣāṇā suvitāya yātam

Such are you, O men, well-born: we call on you for good aid, O Aśvins, we who are in need. Come near to us with your wealth-bearing chariot, taking pleasure in our songs, for our well-faring.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Such as ye are, O nobly horn, O Heroes, we in our trouble call on you for succour. Accepting these our songs, for our wellbeing come to us on your chariot treasure-laden.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 118.11

आ श्येनस्य जवसा नूतनेनास्मे यातꣳ नासत्या सजोषाः । हवे हि वाम् अश्विना रातहव्यः शश्वत्तमाया उषसो व्युष्टौ

ā śyenasya javasā nūtanenāsme yātaṁ nāsatyā sajoṣāḥ | have hi vām aśvinā rātahavyaḥ śaśvattamāyā uṣaso vyuṣṭau

Come to us with the fresh swiftness of a falcon, O Nāsatyas, of one mind; for I, whose oblation is given, call you, Aśvins, at the shining-forth of the very latest dawn.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Come unto us combined in love, Nâsatyas come with the fresh swift vigour of the falcon. Bearing oblations I invoke you, Aṣvins, at the first break of everlasting morning.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)