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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 10 — Chapter 123

RV 10 123.1

अयꣳ वेनश् चोदयत् पृश्निगर्भा ज्योतिर्जरायू रजसो विमाने । इमम् अपाꣳ सꣳगमे सूर्यस्य शिशुꣳ न विप्रा मतिभी रिहन्ति

ayaṁ venaś codayat pṛśnigarbhā jyotirjarāyū rajaso vimāne | imam apāṁ saṁgame sūryasya śiśuṁ na viprā matibhī rihanti

This Vena has urged on those pregnant with the dappled (ones), (he) whose afterbirth is light, in the measuring-out of the mid-space. Him, at the meeting of the waters and the sun, the inspired ones lick with their thoughts, as (cows lick) a calf.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

SEE, Vena, born in light, hath driven hither, on chariot of the air, the Calves of Pr̥iṣni. Singers with hymns caress him as an infant there where the waters and the sunlight mingle.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 123.2

समुद्राद् ऊर्मिम् उद् इयर्ति वेनो नभोजाः पृष्ठꣳ हर्यतस्य दर्शि । ऋतस्य सानाव् अधि विष्टपि भ्राट् समानꣳ योनिम् अभ्य् अनूषत व्राः

samudrād ūrmim ud iyarti veno nabhojāḥ pṛṣṭhaṁ haryatasya darśi | ṛtasya sānāv adhi viṣṭapi bhrāṭ samānaṁ yonim abhy anūṣata vrāḥ

Vena raises up the wave out of the sea; cloud-born, the back of the desirable one has become visible. On the summit of ṛta, blazing in the vault, the throngs (of women) sang out toward the common womb.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Vena draws up his wave from out the ocean. mist-born, the fair one's back is made apparent, Brightly he shone aloft on Order's summit: the hosts sang glory to their common birthplace.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 123.3

समानम् पूर्वीर् अभि वावशानास् तिष्ठन् वत्सस्य मातरः सनीऴाः । ऋतस्य सानाव् अधि चक्रमाणा रिहन्ति मध्वो अमृतस्य वाणीः

samānam pūrvīr abhi vāvaśānās tiṣṭhan vatsasya mātaraḥ sanīḻāḥ | ṛtasya sānāv adhi cakramāṇā rihanti madhvo amṛtasya vāṇīḥ

Many (females), bellowing toward the same one, stood as the mothers of the calf, sharing one nest. Stepping up onto the summit of ṛta, they lick the voices of the sweet immortal (drink).

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

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Full many, lowing to their joint-possession, dwelling together stood the Darling's Mothers. Ascending to the lofty height of Order, the bands of singers 'sip the sweets of Amrit.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 123.4

जानन्तो रूपम् अकृपन्त विप्रा मृगस्य घोषम् महिषस्य हि ग्मन् । ऋतेन यन्तो अधि सिन्धुम् अस्थुर् विदद् गन्धर्वो अमृतानि नाम

jānanto rūpam akṛpanta viprā mṛgasya ghoṣam mahiṣasya hi gman | ṛtena yanto adhi sindhum asthur vidad gandharvo amṛtāni nāma

Knowing the form, the inspired ones yearned, for they went after the cry of the wild beast, of the buffalo. Going by ṛta they mounted up to the river; the Gandharva found the immortal names.

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

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Knowing his form, the sages yearned to meet him: they have come nigh to hear the wild Bull's bellow. Performing sacrifice they reached the river: for the Gandharva found the immortal waters.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 123.5

अप्सरा जारम् उपसिष्मियाणा योषा बिभर्ति परमे व्योमन् । चरत् प्रियस्य योनिषु प्रियः सन् सीदत् पक्षे हिरण्यये स वेनः

apsarā jāram upasiṣmiyāṇā yoṣā bibharti parame vyoman | carat priyasya yoniṣu priyaḥ san sīdat pakṣe hiraṇyaye sa venaḥ

The Apsaras, smiling up at her lover, the young woman bears (him) in the highest heaven. He moves in the wombs of the dear one, being dear; he, Vena, sat down on the golden wing.

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

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The Apsaras, the Lady, sweetly smiling, supports her Lover in sublimest heaven. In his Friend's dwelling as a Friend he wanders: he, Vena, rests him on his golden pinion.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 123.6

नाके सुपर्णम् उप यत् पतन्तꣳ हृदा वेनन्तो अभ्य् अचक्षत त्वा । हिरण्यपक्षꣳ वरुणस्य दूतꣳ यमस्य योनौ शकुनम् भुरण्युम्

nāke suparṇam upa yat patantaṁ hṛdā venanto abhy acakṣata tvā | hiraṇyapakṣaṁ varuṇasya dūtaṁ yamasya yonau śakunam bhuraṇyum

When, yearning with the heart, they looked upon you, the eagle flying up in the firmament — the golden-winged, Varuṇa's messenger, the stirring bird in Yama's womb.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

They gaze on thee with longing in their spirit, as on a strong-winged bird that mounteth sky-ward; On thee with wings of gold, Varuṇa's envoy, the Bird that hasteneth to the home of Yama.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 123.7

ऊर्ध्वो गन्धर्वो अधि नाके अस्थात् प्रत्यङ् चित्रा बिभ्रद् अस्यायुधानि । वसानो अत्कꣳ सुरभिꣳ दृशे कꣳ स्व१र् ण नाम जनत प्रियाणि

ūrdhvo gandharvo adhi nāke asthāt pratyaṅ citrā bibhrad asyāyudhāni | vasāno atkaṁ surabhiṁ dṛśe kaṁ sva1r ṇa nāma janata priyāṇi

Upright the Gandharva stood upon the firmament, turned toward (us), bearing his bright weapons; clothing himself in a fragrant robe for beauty, to be seen; like the sun he brought forth his dear names.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Erect, to heaven hath the Gandharva mounted, pointing at us his many-coloured weapons; Clad in sweet raiment beautiful to look on, for he, as light, produceth forms that please us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 123.8

द्रप्सः समुद्रम् अभि यज् जिगाति पश्यन् गृध्रस्य चक्षसा विधर्मन् । भानुः शुक्रेण शोचिषा चकानस् तृतीये चक्रे रजसि प्रियाणि

drapsaḥ samudram abhi yaj jigāti paśyan gṛdhrasya cakṣasā vidharman | bhānuḥ śukreṇa śociṣā cakānas tṛtīye cakre rajasi priyāṇi

When the drop goes toward the sea, looking with the eye of the vulture, in the wide expanse — the beam, delighting with its bright flame, made its dear things in the third mid-space.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

When as a spark he cometh near the ocean, still looking with a vulture's eye to heaven, His lustre, joying in its own bright splendour, maketh dear glories in the lowest region.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)