Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 138
RV 1 138.1
प्र-प्र पूष्णस् तुविजातस्य शस्यते महित्वम् अस्य तवसो न तन्दते स्तोत्रम् अस्य न तन्दते । अर्चामि सुम्नयन्न् अहम् अन्त्यूतिम् मयोभुवम् । विश्वस्य यो मन आयुयुवे मखो देव आयुयुवे मखः
pra-pra pūṣṇas tuvijātasya śasyate mahitvam asya tavaso na tandate stotram asya na tandate | arcāmi sumnayann aham antyūtim mayobhuvam | viśvasya yo mana āyuyuve makho deva āyuyuve makhaḥ
Again and again the greatness of Pūṣan of mighty birth is proclaimed; the praise of him, the strong one, does not flag, does not flag. Seeking favour, I sing to him whose help is near, who brings comfort — the liberal one (makha) who has drawn to himself the mind of all, the liberal god has drawn it to himself.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
STRONG Pûshan's majesty is lauded evermore, the glory of his lordly might is never faint, his song of praise is never faint. Seeking felicity I laud him nigh to help, the source, of bliss, Who, Vigorous one, hath drawn to him the hearts of all, drawn them, the Vigorous One, the God.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 138.2
प्र हि त्वा पूषन्न् अजिरꣳ न यामनि स्तोमेभिः कृण्व ऋणवो यथा मृध उष्ट्रो न पीपरो मृधः । हुवे यत् त्वा मयोभुवꣳ देवꣳ सख्याय मर्त्यः । अस्माकम् आङ्गूषान् द्युम्निनस् कृधि वाजेषु द्युम्निनस् कृधि
pra hi tvā pūṣann ajiraṁ na yāmani stomebhiḥ kṛṇva ṛṇavo yathā mṛdha uṣṭro na pīparo mṛdhaḥ | huve yat tvā mayobhuvaṁ devaṁ sakhyāya martyaḥ | asmākam āṅgūṣān dyumninas kṛdhi vājeṣu dyumninas kṛdhi
For with my praises I urge you on, Pūṣan, as (one urges) a swift (horse) on its course, that you may drive off the scorners; like a camel may you carry (us) past the scorners. Since I, a mortal, call on you, the comfort-bringing god, for friendship — make our songs of praise brilliant, make (them) brilliant in the contests for prizes.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Thee, then, O Pûshan, like a swift one on his way, I urge with lauds that thou mayst make the foemen flee, drive, camel-like, our foes afar. As I, a man, call thee, a God, giver of bliss, to be my Friend, So make our loudly-chanted praises glorious, in battles make them glorious.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 138.3
यस्य ते पूषन् सख्ये विपन्यवः क्रत्वा चित् सन्तो ऽवसा बुभुज्रिर इति क्रत्वा बुभुज्रिरे । ताम् अनु त्वा नवीयसीꣳ नियुतꣳ राय ईमहे । अहेऴमान उरुशꣳस सरी भव वाजे-वाजे सरी भव
yasya te pūṣan sakhye vipanyavaḥ kratvā cit santo 'vasā bubhujrira iti kratvā bubhujrire | tām anu tvā navīyasīṁ niyutaṁ rāya īmahe | aheḻamāna uruśaṁsa sarī bhava vāje-vāje sarī bhava
O Pūṣan, in whose friendship those eager to praise, being (men) of resolve, have found enjoyment by your aid — thus by (your) resolve have they found enjoyment: following that, we beg of you a newer team for wealth. Without anger, O widely-famed one, be a running companion (to us), in prize after prize be a running companion.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Thou, Pûshan, in whose friendship they who sing forth praise enjoy advantage, even in wisdom, through thy grace, in wisdom even they are advanced. So, after this most recent course, we come to thee with prayers for wealth. Not stirred to anger, O Wide-Ruler, come to us, come thou to us in every fight.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 138.4
अस्या ऊ षु ण उप सातये भुवो ऽहेऴमानो ररिवाꣳ अजाश्व श्रवस्यताम् अजाश्व । ओ षु त्वा ववृतीमहि स्तोमेभिर् दस्म साधुभिः । नहि त्वा पूषन्न् अतिमन्य आघृणे न ते सख्यम् अपह्नुवे
asyā ū ṣu ṇa upa sātaye bhuvo 'heḻamāno rarivām̐ ajāśva śravasyatām ajāśva | o ṣu tvā vavṛtīmahi stomebhir dasma sādhubhiḥ | nahi tvā pūṣann atimanya āghṛṇe na te sakhyam apahnuve
Be here, right well, for the winning of this (prize) for us, without anger, being generous, O you whose horses are goats, (generous) toward those who seek renown, O you whose horses are goats. Right well may we turn you hither with good hymns of praise, O wondrous one. For I do not slight you, Pūṣan, O glowing one, nor do I disown your friendship.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Not stirred to anger, come, Free-giver, nigh to us, to take this gift of ours, thou who hast goats for steeds, Goat-borne! their gift who long for fame. So, Wonder-Worker! may we turn thee hither with effectual lauds. I slight thee not, O Pûshan, thou Resplendent One: thy friendship may not be despised.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)