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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 180

RV 1 180.1

युवो रजाꣳसि सुयमासो अश्वा रथो यद् वाम् पर्य् अर्णाꣳसि दीयत् । हिरण्यया वाम् पवयः प्रुषायन् मध्वः पिबन्ता उषसः सचेथे

yuvo rajāṁsi suyamāso aśvā ratho yad vām pary arṇāṁsi dīyat | hiraṇyayā vām pavayaḥ pruṣāyan madhvaḥ pibantā uṣasaḥ sacethe

Your well-controlled horses (traverse) the spaces, when your chariot flies around the floods; your golden felloes sprinkled (moisture); drinking of the honey you accompany the dawns.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

LIGHTLY your coursers travel through the regions when round thesea of air your car is flying. Your golden fellies scatter drops of moisture: drinking the sweetness ye atend the Mornings.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.2

युवम् अत्यस्याव नक्षथो यद् विपत्मनो नर्यस्य प्रयज्योः । स्वसा यद् वाꣳ विश्वगूर्ती भराति वाजायेट्टे मधुपाव् इषे च

yuvam atyasyāva nakṣatho yad vipatmano naryasya prayajyoḥ | svasā yad vāṁ viśvagūrtī bharāti vājāyeṭṭe madhupāv iṣe ca

You two come down to the swift steed, to the far-flying, manly, worship-loving one, when your sister, praised by all, brings (the offering) — she invokes you, O honey-drinkers, for prize and for refreshment.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Ye as ye travel overtake the Courser who flies apart, the Friend of man, most holy. The prayer is that the Sister may convey you, all praised, meath-drinkers! to support and strengthen.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.3

युवम् पय उस्रियायाम् अधत्तम् पक्वम् आमायाम् अव पूर्व्यꣳ गोः । अन्तर् यद् वनिनो वाम् ऋतप्सू ह्वारो न शुचिर् यजते हविष्मान्

yuvam paya usriyāyām adhattam pakvam āmāyām ava pūrvyaṁ goḥ | antar yad vanino vām ṛtapsū hvāro na śucir yajate haviṣmān

You set the milk in the ruddy cow, the cooked in the raw, the primal (milk) of the cow; when within, for you two whose form is ṛta, the man of the wood(?), pure like a gliding (snake), makes sacrifice with his oblation.

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

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Ye have deposited, matured within her, in the raw cow the first milk of the milch-cow, Which the bright offerer, shining like a serpent mid trees, presents to you whose form is perfect.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.4

युवꣳ ह घर्मम् मधुमन्तम् अत्रये ऽपो न क्षोदो ऽवृणीतम् एषे । तद् वाꣳ नराव् अश्विना पश्वïष्टी रथ्येव चक्रा प्रति यन्ति मध्वः

yuvaṁ ha gharmam madhumantam atraye 'po na kṣodo 'vṛṇītam eṣe | tad vāṁ narāv aśvinā paśvaïṣṭī rathyeva cakrā prati yanti madhvaḥ

You indeed chose out the honey-filled gharma for Atri, as (one chooses) a rush of waters, at his seeking; that (gift) of yours, O men, O Aśvins, comes back in the quest for cattle, like the wheels of a chariot, (full) of honey.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Ye made the fierce heat to be full of sweetness for Atri at his wish, like streaming water. Fire-offering thence is yours, O Aṣvins, Heroes: your car-wheels speed to us like springs of honey.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.5

आ वाꣳ दानाय ववृतीय दस्रा गोर् ओहेण तौग्र्यो न जिव्रिः । अपः क्षोणी सचते माहिना वाꣳ जूर्णो वाम् अक्षुर् अꣳहसो यजत्रा

ā vāṁ dānāya vavṛtīya dasrā gor oheṇa taugryo na jivriḥ | apaḥ kṣoṇī sacate māhinā vāṁ jūrṇo vām akṣur aṁhaso yajatrā

May I turn you hither for giving, O wondrous ones, with the offering of a cow, like the aged son of Tugra; the waters and the two worlds attend on your greatness; worn out is your ...(eye?) from distress, O worthy of worship.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Like Tugra's ancient son may I, ye Mighty, bring you to give your gifts with milk-oblations. Your greatness compasseth Earth, Heaven, and Waters: decayed for you is sorrow's net, ye Holy.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.6

नि यद् युवेथे नियुतः सुदानू उप स्वधाभिः सृजथः पुरꣳधिम् । प्रेषद् वेषद् वातो न सूरिर् आ महे ददे सुव्रतो न वाजम्

ni yad yuvethe niyutaḥ sudānū upa svadhābhiḥ sṛjathaḥ puraṁdhim | preṣad veṣad vāto na sūrir ā mahe dade suvrato na vājam

When you two, O bounteous ones, harness down your teams, you release abundance by your own powers; the patron will urge and serve like the wind — I have received, as one of good observance, a prize for greatness.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

When, Bounteous Ones, ye drive your yoked team downward, ye send, by your own natures, understanding. Swift as the wind let the prince please and feast you: he, like a pious man, gains strength for increase.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.7

वयꣳ चिद् धि वाꣳ जरितारः सत्या विपन्यामहे वि पणिर् हितावान् । अधा चिद् धि ष्माश्विनाव् अनिन्द्या पाथो हि ष्मा वृषणाव् अन्तिदेवम्

vayaṁ cid dhi vāṁ jaritāraḥ satyā vipanyāmahe vi paṇir hitāvān | adhā cid dhi ṣmāśvināv anindyā pātho hi ṣmā vṛṣaṇāv antidevam

For we too, your singers, are true; we praise loudly, while the Paṇi who hoards (his wealth) is (kept) apart. And so indeed, O blameless Aśvins, protect, O bulls, the man who keeps near the gods.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

For verily we truthful singers praise you the niggard trafficker is here excluded. Now, even now do ye O blameless Advins, ye Mighty, guard the man whose God is near him.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.8

युवाꣳ चिद् धि ष्माश्विनाव् अनु द्यून् विरुद्रस्य प्रस्रवणस्य सातौ । अगस्त्यो नराꣳ नृषु प्रशस्तः काराधुनीव चितयत् सहस्रैः

yuvāṁ cid dhi ṣmāśvināv anu dyūn virudrasya prasravaṇasya sātau | agastyo narāṁ nṛṣu praśastaḥ kārādhunīva citayat sahasraiḥ

For you indeed, O Aśvins, day after day, in the winning of the gushing spring free of Rudra(?) — Agastya, praised among men, foremost of men, made (it) known with his thousands, like a resounding of the deed.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

You of a truth day after day, O Aṣvins, that he might win the very plenteous torrent, Agastya, famous among mortal heroes, roused with a thousand lauds like sounds of music.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.9

प्र यद् वहेथे महिना रथस्य प्र स्यन्द्रा याथो मनुषो न होता । धत्तꣳ सूरिभ्य उत वा स्वश्व्यꣳ नासत्या रयिषाचः स्याम

pra yad vahethe mahinā rathasya pra syandrā yātho manuṣo na hotā | dhattaṁ sūribhya uta vā svaśvyaṁ nāsatyā rayiṣācaḥ syāma

When you drive forward with the greatness of your chariot, when you, swift-rolling, go forth like the hotṛ of Manu — grant to the patrons, and grant good horses too; O Nāsatyas, may we be attended by wealth.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

When with the glory of your car ye travel, when we go speeding like the priest of mortals, And give good horses to sacrificers, may we, Nâsatyas! gain our share of riches.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 1 180.10

तꣳ वाꣳ रथꣳ वयम् अद्या हुवेम स्तोमैर् अश्विना सुविताय नव्यम् । अरिष्टनेमिम् परि द्याम् इयानꣳ विद्यामेषꣳ वृजनꣳ जीरदानुम्

taṁ vāṁ rathaṁ vayam adyā huvema stomair aśvinā suvitāya navyam | ariṣṭanemim pari dyām iyānaṁ vidyāmeṣaṁ vṛjanaṁ jīradānum

That chariot of yours we would call today with our praises, O Aśvins, renewed, for good passage — the one with unbroken felloe, coursing around the sky. May we find refreshment, a strong community, quick bounty.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

With songs of praise we call to-day, O Aṣvins, that your new chariot, for our own well-being, That circles heaven with never-injured fellies. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)