Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 135

RV 1 135.1

स्तीर्णम् बर्हिर् उप नो याहि वीतये सहस्रेण नियुता नियुत्वते शतिनीभिर् नियुत्वते । तुभ्यꣳ हि पूर्वपीतये देवा देवाय येमिरे । प्र ते सुतासो मधुमन्तो अस्थिरन् मदाय क्रत्वे अस्थिरन्

stīrṇam barhir upa no yāhi vītaye sahasreṇa niyutā niyutvate śatinībhir niyutvate | tubhyaṁ hi pūrvapītaye devā devāya yemire | pra te sutāso madhumanto asthiran madāya kratve asthiran

The barhis is strewn: come to us to feast, with a thousand teams, O lord of teams, with hundreds, O lord of teams; for to thee, a god, the gods have submitted for the first drink. Thy pressed, honey-rich (juices) have risen forth, risen for rapture, for power.

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RV 1 135.2

तुभ्यायꣳ सोमः परिपूतो अद्रिभिः स्पार्हा वसानः परि कोशम् अर्षति शुक्रा वसानो अर्षति । तवायम् भाग आयुषु सोमो देवेषु हूयते । वह वायो नियुतो याह्य् अस्मयुर् जुषाणो याह्य् अस्मयुः

tubhyāyaṁ somaḥ paripūto adribhiḥ spārhā vasānaḥ pari kośam arṣati śukrā vasāno arṣati | tavāyam bhāga āyuṣu somo deveṣu hūyate | vaha vāyo niyuto yāhy asmayur juṣāṇo yāhy asmayuḥ

For thee this soma, purified by the stones, clothing itself in coveted (garments), flows round the vat, flows clothed in bright (garments). This is thy share among the living; the soma is poured for the gods. Drive hither, O Vāyu, thy teams; come, minded toward us; come, taking pleasure, minded toward us.

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RV 1 135.3

आ नो नियुद्भिः शतिनीभिर् अध्वरꣳ सहस्रिणीभिर् उप याहि वीतये वायो हव्यानि वीतये । तवायम् भाग ऋत्वियः सरश्मिः सूर्ये सचा । अध्वर्युभिर् भरमाणा अयꣳसत वायो शुक्रा अयꣳसत

ā no niyudbhiḥ śatinībhir adhvaraṁ sahasriṇībhir upa yāhi vītaye vāyo havyāni vītaye | tavāyam bhāga ṛtviyaḥ saraśmiḥ sūrye sacā | adhvaryubhir bharamāṇā ayaṁsata vāyo śukrā ayaṁsata

Come to our rite with thy hundredfold teams, with thy thousandfold (teams), to feast, O Vāyu, to feast on the oblations. This is thy share, due in its season, sharing rays together with the sun. Borne by the adhvaryus they have been held out, O Vāyu, the bright (juices) have been held out.

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RV 1 135.4

आ वाꣳ रथो नियुत्वान् वक्षद् अवसे ऽभि प्रयाꣳसि सुधितानि वीतये वायो हव्यानि वीतये । पिबतम् मध्वो अन्धसः पूर्वपेयꣳ हि वाꣳ हितम् । वायव् आ चन्द्रेण राधसा गतम् इन्द्रश् च राधसा गतम्

ā vāṁ ratho niyutvān vakṣad avase 'bhi prayāṁsi sudhitāni vītaye vāyo havyāni vītaye | pibatam madhvo andhasaḥ pūrvapeyaṁ hi vāṁ hitam | vāyav ā candreṇa rādhasā gatam indraś ca rādhasā gatam

Let your team-drawn chariot convey you hither for aid, to the well-set dainties, to feast, O Vāyu, to feast on the oblations. Drink of the sweet plant-juice, for the first drinking is set for you. O Vāyu, come with glittering bounty, and Indra, come with bounty.

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RV 1 135.5

आ वाꣳ धियो ववृत्युर् अध्वराꣳ उपेमम् इन्दुम् मर्मृजन्त वाजिनम् आशुम् अत्यꣳ न वाजिनम् । तेषाम् पिबतम् अस्मयू आ नो गन्तम् इहोत्या । इन्द्रवायू सुतानाम् अद्रिभिर् युवम् मदाय वाजदा युवम्

ā vāṁ dhiyo vavṛtyur adhvarām̐ upemam indum marmṛjanta vājinam āśum atyaṁ na vājinam | teṣām pibatam asmayū ā no gantam ihotyā | indravāyū sutānām adribhir yuvam madāya vājadā yuvam

Let (our) thoughts turn you two hither to the rites; they have burnished this drop, the prize-winner, like a swift steed, the prize-winner. Drink of these, being ours; come to us here with help. O Indra and Vāyu, you two (drink) of those pressed with the stones, for rapture — you two, givers of prizes.

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RV 1 135.6

इमे वाꣳ सोमा अप्स्व् आ सुता इहाध्वर्युभिर् भरमाणा अयꣳसत वायो शुक्रा अयꣳसत । एते वाम् अभ्य् असृक्षत तिरः पवित्रम् आशवः । युवायवो ऽति रोमाण्य् अव्यया सोमासो अत्य् अव्यया

ime vāṁ somā apsv ā sutā ihādhvaryubhir bharamāṇā ayaṁsata vāyo śukrā ayaṁsata | ete vām abhy asṛkṣata tiraḥ pavitram āśavaḥ | yuvāyavo 'ti romāṇy avyayā somāso aty avyayā

These somas of yours, pressed in the waters, here borne by the adhvaryus, have been held out, O Vāyu, the bright ones have been held out. These swift ones have been poured out toward you across the filter, longing for you two, across the hairs of the sheep, the somas across the wool.

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RV 1 135.7

अति वायो ससतो याहि शश्वतो यत्र ग्रावा वदति तत्र गच्छतꣳ गृहम् इन्द्रश् च गच्छतम् । वि सूनृता ददृशे रीयते घृतम् आ पूर्णया नियुता याथो अध्वरम् इन्द्रश् च याथो अध्वरम्

ati vāyo sasato yāhi śaśvato yatra grāvā vadati tatra gacchataṁ gṛham indraś ca gacchatam | vi sūnṛtā dadṛśe rīyate ghṛtam ā pūrṇayā niyutā yātho adhvaram indraś ca yātho adhvaram

Pass by the sleeping, O Vāyu, all of them; where the pressing stone speaks, go there, to the house — go there, thou and Indra. Generosity has come into view, the ghee flows; come with a full team; you two go to the rite, and Indra goes to the rite.

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RV 1 135.8

अत्राह तद् वहेथे मध्व आहुतिꣳ यम् अश्वत्थम् उपतिष्ठन्त जायवो ऽस्मे ते सन्तु जायवः । साकꣳ गावः सुवते पच्यते यवो न ते वाय उप दस्यन्ति धेनवो नाप दस्यन्ति धेनवः

atrāha tad vahethe madhva āhutiṁ yam aśvattham upatiṣṭhanta jāyavo 'sme te santu jāyavaḥ | sākaṁ gāvaḥ suvate pacyate yavo na te vāya upa dasyanti dhenavo nāpa dasyanti dhenavaḥ

Just there you two convey that libation of sweetness — the aśvattha which the victorious ones attend; may those victories be ours. Together the cows bring forth, the barley ripens; thy milch-cows, O Vāyu, do not fail, thy milch-cows do not run dry.

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

RV 1 135.9

इमे ये ते सु वायो बाह्वोजसो ऽन्तर् नदी ते पतयन्त्य् उक्षणो महि व्राधन्त उक्षणः । धन्वञ् चिद् ये अनाशवो जीराश् चिद् अगिरौकसः । सूर्यस्येव रश्मयो दुर्नियन्तवो हस्तयोर् दुर्नियन्तवः

ime ye te su vāyo bāhvojaso 'ntar nadī te patayanty ukṣaṇo mahi vrādhanta ukṣaṇaḥ | dhanvañ cid ye anāśavo jīrāś cid agiraukasaḥ | sūryasyeva raśmayo durniyantavo hastayor durniyantavaḥ

These of thine, O Vāyu, strong in the arms, thy oxen, fly between the two rivers, thy greatly waxing oxen; who even on dry land are not swift, yet are quick, not dwelling in the hills(?). Like the rays of the sun they are hard to rein in, hard to rein in with the hands.

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