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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 121

RV 1 121.1

कद् इत्था नॄꣳः पात्रꣳ देवयताꣳ श्रवद् गिरो अङ्गिरसाꣳ तुरण्यन् । प्र यद् आनड् विश आ हर्म्यस्योरु क्रꣳसते अध्वरे यजत्रः

kad itthā nṝm̐ḥ pātraṁ devayatāṁ śravad giro aṅgirasāṁ turaṇyan | pra yad ānaḍ viśa ā harmyasyoru kraṁsate adhvare yajatraḥ

What then is the vessel of the men who seek the gods? Will he hear, hastening, the songs of the Aṅgirases? When he has reached the clans of the (firm) house, he, worthy of worship, will stride widely at the rite.

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

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WHEN Will men's guardians hasting hear with favour the song of Angiras's pious childern? When to the people of the home he cometh he strideth to the sacrifice, the Holy.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.2

स्तम्भीद् ध द्याꣳ स धरुणम् प्रुषायद् ऋभुर् वाजाय द्रविणꣳ नरो गोः । अनु स्वजाम् महिषश् चक्षत व्राम् मेनाम् अश्वस्य परि मातरꣳ गोः

stambhīd dha dyāṁ sa dharuṇam pruṣāyad ṛbhur vājāya draviṇaṁ naro goḥ | anu svajām mahiṣaś cakṣata vrām menām aśvasya pari mātaraṁ goḥ

He propped up heaven, the support; he sprinkled — the deft one, the man, (sprinkled) the cow's wealth for the prize. The buffalo looked upon the self-born chosen female, the mate of the horse, all around the mother of the cow.

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

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He stablished heaven; he poured forth, skilful worker, the wealth of kine, for strength, that nurtures heroes. The Mighty One his self-born host regarded, the horse's mate, the mother of the heifer.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.3

नक्षद् धवम् अरुणीः पूर्व्यꣳ राट् तुरो विशाम् अङ्गिरसाम् अनु द्यून् । तक्षद् वज्रꣳ नियुतꣳ तस्तम्भद् द्याꣳ चतुष्पदे नर्याय द्विपादे

nakṣad dhavam aruṇīḥ pūrvyaṁ rāṭ turo viśām aṅgirasām anu dyūn | takṣad vajraṁ niyutaṁ tastambhad dyāṁ catuṣpade naryāya dvipāde

The ruddy (dawns) reached the ancient call; (he,) the king, the swift one of the clans of the Aṅgirases, day after day. He fashioned the harnessed bolt; he propped up heaven for the four-footed and for the manly two-footed.

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

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Lord of red dawns, he came victorious, daily to the Angirases' former invocation. His bolt and team hath he prepared, and stablished the heaven for quadrupeds and men two-footed.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.4

अस्य मदे स्वर्यꣳ दा ऋतायापीवृतम् उस्रियाणाम् अनीकम् । यद् ध प्रसर्गे त्रिककुम् निवर्तद् अप द्रुहो मानुषस्य दुरो वः

asya made svaryaṁ dā ṛtāyāpīvṛtam usriyāṇām anīkam | yad dha prasarge trikakum nivartad apa druho mānuṣasya duro vaḥ

In his exhilaration he gave up the sounding, shut-in host of the ruddy cows to ṛta; when indeed in the release the three-humped one turned back, he opened away the doors of the deceit of the mortal.

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

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In joy of this thou didst restore, for worship, the lowing company of hidden cattle. When the three-pointed one descends with onslaught he opens wide the doors that cause man trouble.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.5

तुभ्यम् पयो यत् पितराव् अनीताꣳ राधः सुरेतस् तुरणे भुरण्यू । शुचि यत् ते रेक्ण आयजन्त सबर्दुघायाः पय उस्रियायाः

tubhyam payo yat pitarāv anītāṁ rādhaḥ suretas turaṇe bhuraṇyū | śuci yat te rekṇa āyajanta sabardughāyāḥ paya usriyāyāḥ

The milk which the two parents brought for you, the gift — the well-seeded pair, busy in the hastening; the pure treasure which they offered you, the milk of the ever-milking ruddy cow.

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

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Thine is that milk which thy swift-moving Parents brought down, a strengthening genial gift for conquest; When the pure treasure unto thee they offered, the milk shed from the cow who streameth nectar.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.6

अध प्र जज्ञे तरणिर् ममत्तु प्र रोच्य् अस्या उषसो न सूरः । इन्दुर् येभिर् आष्ट स्वेदुहव्यैः स्रुवेण सिञ्चञ् जरणाभि धाम

adha pra jajñe taraṇir mamattu pra rocy asyā uṣaso na sūraḥ | indur yebhir āṣṭa sveduhavyaiḥ sruveṇa siñcañ jaraṇābhi dhāma

Then the swift one was born — let him exhilarate; he shone forth like the sun of this dawn. The drop which he reached by those sweat-won oblations, sprinkling with the ladle, with singing, upon the seat.

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

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There is he born. May the Swift give us rapture, and like the Sun shine forth from yonder dawning, Indu, even us who drank, whose toils are offerings, poured from the spoon, with praise, upon the altar.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.7

स्विध्मा यद् वनधितिर् अपस्यात् सूरो अध्वरे परि रोधना गोः । यद् ध प्रभासि कृत्व्याꣳ अनु द्यून् अनर्विशे पश्विषे तुराय

svidhmā yad vanadhitir apasyāt sūro adhvare pari rodhanā goḥ | yad dha prabhāsi kṛtvyām̐ anu dyūn anarviśe paśviṣe turāya

When the woodpile with good fuel is at work, (and) the sun at the rite around the cow's enclosures; when indeed you shine forth through the effective days, for the swift one who seeks cattle and does not (enter?) ...

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

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When the wood-pile, made of good logs, is ready, at the Sun's worship to bind fast the Bullock, Then when thou shinest forth through days of action for the Car-borne, the Swift, tile Cattle-seeker.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.8

अष्टा महो दिव आदो हरी इह द्युम्नासाहम् अभि योधान उत्सम् । हरिꣳ यत् ते मन्दिनꣳ दुक्षन् वृधे गोरभसम् अद्रिभिर् वाताप्यम्

aṣṭā maho diva ādo harī iha dyumnāsāham abhi yodhāna utsam | hariṁ yat te mandinaṁ dukṣan vṛdhe gorabhasam adribhir vātāpyam

As attainer you took the two bay horses here from great heaven, conquering splendour, fighting toward the well. When they milk out for you the exhilarating tawny one for increase — mixed with cow's milk, kin of the wind — by means of the pressing-stones.

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

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Eight steeds thou broughtest down from mighty heaven, when fighting for the well that giveth splendour, That men might press with stones the gladdening yellow, strengthened with milk, fermenting, to exalt thee.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.9

त्वम् आयसम् प्रति वर्तयो गोर् दिवो अश्मानम् उपनीतम् ऋभ्वा । कुत्साय यत्र पुरुहूत वन्वञ् छुष्णम् अनन्तैः परियासि वधैः

tvam āyasam prati vartayo gor divo aśmānam upanītam ṛbhvā | kutsāya yatra puruhūta vanvañ chuṣṇam anantaiḥ pariyāsi vadhaiḥ

You rolled back the iron (stone) of the cow, the stone of heaven brought near by the deft one; wherein, O much-invoked one, overcoming for Kutsa, you beset Śuṣṇa with endless weapons.

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

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Thou hurledst forth from heaven the iron missile, brought by the Skilful, from the sling of leather, When thou, O Much-invoked, assisting Kutsa with endless deadly darts didst compass Ṣushṇa.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.10

पुरा यत् सूरस् तमसो अपीतेस् तम् अद्रिवः फलिगꣳ हेतिम् अस्य । शुष्णस्य चित् परिहितꣳ यद् ओजो दिवस् परि सुग्रथितꣳ तद् आदः

purā yat sūras tamaso apītes tam adrivaḥ phaligaṁ hetim asya | śuṣṇasya cit parihitaṁ yad ojo divas pari sugrathitaṁ tad ādaḥ

Before the sun goes into darkness, hurl at that Phaliga your missile, O wielder of the stone. Even Śuṣṇa's might, which was laid about him, well-knotted from heaven — that you took away.

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

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Bolt-armed, ere darkness overtook the sunlight, thou castest at the veiling cloud thy weapon, Thou rentest, out of heaven, though firmly knotted, the might of Ṣushṇa that was thrown around him.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.11

अनु त्वा मही पाजसी अचक्रे द्यावाक्षामा मदताम् इन्द्र कर्मन् । त्वꣳ वृत्रम् आशयानꣳ सिरासु महो वज्रेण सिष्वपो वराहुम्

anu tvā mahī pājasī acakre dyāvākṣāmā madatām indra karman | tvaṁ vṛtram āśayānaṁ sirāsu maho vajreṇa siṣvapo varāhum

After you the two great wheelless masses, Heaven and Earth, rejoiced, Indra, in your deed. You, with the great bolt, put Vṛtra, the boar lying in the streams, to sleep.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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The mighty Heaven and Earth, those bright expanses that have no wheels, joyed, Indra, at thine exploit. Vr̥itra, the boar who lay amid the waters, to sleep thou sentest with thy mighty thunder.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.12

त्वम् इन्द्र नर्यो याꣳ अवो नॄन् तिष्ठा वातस्य सुयुजो वहिष्ठान् । यꣳ ते काव्य उशना मन्दिनꣳ दाद् वृत्रहणम् पार्यꣳ ततक्ष वज्रम्

tvam indra naryo yām̐ avo nṝn tiṣṭhā vātasya suyujo vahiṣṭhān | yaṁ te kāvya uśanā mandinaṁ dād vṛtrahaṇam pāryaṁ tatakṣa vajram

You, Indra, being manly, when you helped the men — mount the wind's well-yoked, best-drawing (horses). (The soma) which the seer Uśanā gave you, the exhilarating one — (with it) he fashioned the Vṛtra-slaying, decisive bolt.

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

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Mount Indra, lover of the men thou guardest, the well-yoked horses of the wind, best bearers. The bolt which Kâvya Uṣanâ erst gave thee, strong, gladdening, Vr̥itra-slaying, hath he fashioned.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.13

त्वꣳ सूरो हरितो रामयो नॄन् भरच् चक्रम् एतशो नायम् इन्द्र । प्रास्य पारꣳ नवतिꣳ नाव्यानाम् अपि कर्तम् अवर्तयो ऽयज्यून्

tvaṁ sūro harito rāmayo nṝn bharac cakram etaśo nāyam indra | prāsya pāraṁ navatiṁ nāvyānām api kartam avartayo 'yajyūn

You, as the sun, brought the tawny mares to rest, (and) the men; Etaśa bore this wheel, Indra. You rolled (him) beyond the ninety navigable (streams), and the non-sacrificers you rolled into the pit.

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

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The strong Bay Horses of the Sun thou stayedst: this Etaṣa drew not the wheel, O Indra. Casting them forth beyond the ninety rivers thou dravest down into the pit the godless.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.14

त्वꣳ नो अस्या इन्द्र दुर्हणायाः पाहि वज्रिवो दुरिताद् अभीके । प्र नो वाजान् रथ्यो३ अश्वबुध्यान् इषे यन्धि श्रवसे सूनृतायै

tvaṁ no asyā indra durhaṇāyāḥ pāhi vajrivo duritād abhīke | pra no vājān rathyo3 aśvabudhyān iṣe yandhi śravase sūnṛtāyai

Protect us, Indra, from this hard blow, O bolt-bearer, from misfortune in the encounter; extend to us prizes with horses at their base, O charioteer, for refreshment, for fame, for generosity.

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

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Indra, preserve thou us from this affliction Thunder-armed, save us from the misery near us. Vouchsafe us affluence in chariots, founded on horses, for our food and fame and gladness.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 121.15

मा सा ते अस्मत् सुमतिर् वि दसद् वाजप्रमहः सम् इषो वरन्त । आ नो भज मघवन् गोष्व् अर्यो मꣳहिष्ठास् ते सधमादः स्याम

mā sā te asmat sumatir vi dasad vājapramahaḥ sam iṣo varanta | ā no bhaja maghavan goṣv aryo maṁhiṣṭhās te sadhamādaḥ syāma

Let that favour of yours not fail (to reach) us, O you who tower through the prize; may refreshments close about (us). Give us a share, O bounteous one, in the stranger's cattle; may we be your most liberal fellow-carousers.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Never may this thy loving-kindness fail us; mighty in strength, may plenteous food surround us. Maghavan, make us share the foeman's cattle: may we be thy most liberal feast companions.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)