Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 1 — Chapter 182
RV 1 182.1
अभूद् इदꣳ वयुनम् ओ षु भूषता रथो वृषण्वान् मदता मनीषिणः । धियꣳजिन्वा धिष्ण्या विश्पलावसू दिवो नपाता सुकृते शुचिव्रता
abhūd idaṁ vayunam o ṣu bhūṣatā ratho vṛṣaṇvān madatā manīṣiṇaḥ | dhiyaṁjinvā dhiṣṇyā viśpalāvasū divo napātā sukṛte śucivratā
This clear mark has appeared: be attentive now! The chariot with its bulls (is here) — rejoice, you thoughtful ones! Quickening our thought, attentive, rich in wealth for the clans, grandsons of Heaven, of pure observance towards the doer of good (work).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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THIS was the task. Appear promptly, ye prudent Ones. Here is the chariot drawn by strong steeds: be ye glad. Heart-stirring, longed for, succourers of Vispala, here are Heaven's Sons whose sway blesses the pious man.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 182.2
इन्द्रतमा हि धिष्ण्या मरुत्तमा दस्रा दꣳसिष्ठा रथ्या रथीतमा । पूर्णꣳ रथꣳ वहेथे मध्व आचितꣳ तेन दाश्वाꣳसम् उप याथो अश्विना
indratamā hi dhiṣṇyā maruttamā dasrā daṁsiṣṭhā rathyā rathītamā | pūrṇaṁ rathaṁ vahethe madhva ācitaṁ tena dāśvāṁsam upa yātho aśvinā
For you are most Indra-like, attentive ones, most Marut-like, wondrous, most wonder-working, charioteers and best of charioteers: you convey a full chariot heaped with honey — with it, Aśvins, you come to him who offers.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Longed for, most Indra-like, mighty, most Marut-like, most w6nderful in deed, car-borne, best charioteers, Bring your full chariot hither heaped with liquid sweet: thereon, ye Mvins, come to him who offers gifts.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 182.3
किम् अत्र दस्रा कृणुथः किम् आसाथे जनो यः कश् चिद् अहविर् महीयते । अति क्रमिष्टꣳ जुरतम् पणेर् असुꣳ ज्योतिर् विप्राय कृणुतꣳ वचस्यवे
kim atra dasrā kṛṇuthaḥ kim āsāthe jano yaḥ kaś cid ahavir mahīyate | ati kramiṣṭaṁ juratam paṇer asuṁ jyotir viprāya kṛṇutaṁ vacasyave
What are you doing here, wondrous ones? Why do you sit (idle), when any man at all who brings no oblation is magnified? Pass him by, wear out the breath of the Paṇi; make light for the inspired singer who is eager with speech.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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What make ye there, ye Mighty? Wherefore linger ye with folk who, offering not, are held in high esteem? Pass over them; make ye the niggard's life decay: give light unto the singer eloquent in praise.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 182.4
जम्भयतम् अभितो रायतः शुनो हतम् मृधो विदथुस् तान्य् अश्विना । वाचꣳ-वाचꣳ जरितू रत्निनीꣳ कृतम् उभा शꣳसꣳ नासत्यावतम् मम
jambhayatam abhito rāyataḥ śuno hatam mṛdho vidathus tāny aśvinā | vācaṁ-vācaṁ jaritū ratninīṁ kṛtam ubhā śaṁsaṁ nāsatyāvatam mama
Crush on every side the howling dogs; slay the scorners — you two know those (arts), Aśvins. Make every word of the singer bring treasure; both of you, Nāsatyas, favour my praise-song.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Crunch up on. every side the dogs who bark at us: slay ye our foes, O Aṣvins this ye understand. Make wealthy every word of him who praises you: accept with favour, both Nâsatyas, this my laud.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 182.5
युवम् एतꣳ चक्रथुः सिन्धुषु प्लवम् आत्मन्वन्तम् पक्षिणꣳ तौग्र्याय कम् । येन देवत्रा मनसा निरूहथुः सुपप्तनी पेतथुः क्षोदसो महः
yuvam etaṁ cakrathuḥ sindhuṣu plavam ātmanvantam pakṣiṇaṁ taugryāya kam | yena devatrā manasā nirūhathuḥ supaptanī petathuḥ kṣodaso mahaḥ
You two made that ship for Tugra's son in the waters — the breathing, winged one, (a thing of) joy — by which, with god-directed mind, you carried (him) out; well-winged, you flew forth from the great flood.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Ye made for Tugra's son amid the water-floods that animated ship with wings to fly withal, Whereon with God-devoted mind ye brought him forth, and fled with easy flight from out the mighty surge.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 182.6
अवविद्धꣳ तौग्र्यम् अप्स्व् अ१न्तर् अनारम्भणे तमसि प्रविद्धम् । चतस्रो नावो जठलस्य जुष्टा उद् अश्विभ्याम् इषिताः पारयन्ति
avaviddhaṁ taugryam apsv a1ntar anārambhaṇe tamasi praviddham | catasro nāvo jaṭhalasya juṣṭā ud aśvibhyām iṣitāḥ pārayanti
Tugra's son, flung down within the waters, cast into darkness that gives no hold — four ships, welcome, sent up by the Aśvins, carry him across.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Four ships most welcome in the midst of ocean, urged by the Aṣvins, save the son of Tugra, Him who was cast down headlong in the waters, plunged in the thick inevitable darkness.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 182.7
कः स्विद् वृक्षो निष्ठितो मध्ये अर्णसो यꣳ तौग्र्यो नाधितः पर्यषस्वजत् । पर्णा मृगस्य पतरोर् इवारभ उद् अश्विना ऊहथुः श्रोमताय कम्
kaḥ svid vṛkṣo niṣṭhito madhye arṇaso yaṁ taugryo nādhitaḥ paryaṣasvajat | parṇā mṛgasya pataror ivārabha ud aśvinā ūhathuḥ śromatāya kam
What tree was it, standing there in the middle of the flood, which the son of Tugra in his need clasped about? Like the wings of a flying bird to grasp — up you bore (him), Aśvins, to (his) renown.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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What tree was that which stood fixed in surrounding sea to which the son of Tugra supplicating clung? Like twigs, of which some winged creature may take hold, ye, Aṣvins, bore him off safely to your renown.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 1 182.8
तद् वाꣳ नरा नासत्याव् अनु ष्याद् यद् वाम् मानास उचथम् अवोचन् । अस्माद् अद्य सदसः सोम्याद् आ विद्यामेषꣳ वृजनꣳ जीरदानुम्
tad vāṁ narā nāsatyāv anu ṣyād yad vām mānāsa ucatham avocan | asmād adya sadasaḥ somyād ā vidyāmeṣaṁ vṛjanaṁ jīradānum
Let that be granted you, O men, Nāsatyas, that the Mānas have spoken forth a hymn for you: from this soma-seat today — may we find refreshment and a stronghold with quick-flowing (waters).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Welcome to you be this the hymn of praises uttered by Mânas, O Nâsatyas, Heroes, From this our gathering where we offer Soma. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)