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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 10 — Chapter 137

RV 10 137.1

उत देवा अवहितꣳ देवा उन् नयथा पुनः । उतागश् चक्रुषꣳ देवा देवा जीवयथा पुनः

uta devā avahitaṁ devā un nayathā punaḥ | utāgaś cakruṣaṁ devā devā jīvayathā punaḥ

And, O gods, the one sunk down you gods lead up again; and the one who has done wrong, O gods, O gods, you make live again.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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YE Gods, raise up once more the man whom ye have humbled and brought low. O Gods, restore to life again the man who hath committed sin.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 137.2

द्वाव् इमौ वातौ वात आ सिन्धोर् आ परावतः । दक्षꣳ ते अन्य आ वातु परान्यो वातु यद् रपः

dvāv imau vātau vāta ā sindhor ā parāvataḥ | dakṣaṁ te anya ā vātu parānyo vātu yad rapaḥ

These two winds blow, from the river, from afar: may the one blow strength to you, may the other blow away what is defect.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Two several winds are blowing here, from Sindhu, from a distant land. May one breathe energy to thee, the other blow disease away.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 137.3

आ वात वाहि भेषजꣳ वि वात वाहि यद् रपः । त्वꣳ हि विश्वभेषजो देवानाꣳ दूत ईयसे

ā vāta vāhi bheṣajaṁ vi vāta vāhi yad rapaḥ | tvaṁ hi viśvabheṣajo devānāṁ dūta īyase

Blow the remedy hither, Vāta; blow away, Vāta, what is defect; for you, containing all remedies, go as messenger of the gods.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Hither, O Wind, blow healing balm, blow all disease away, thou Wind; For thou who hast all medicine comest as envoy of the Gods.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 137.4

आ त्वागमꣳ शꣳतातिभिर् अथो अरिष्टतातिभिः । दक्षꣳ ते भद्रम् आभार्षम् परा यक्ष्मꣳ सुवामि ते

ā tvāgamaṁ śaṁtātibhir atho ariṣṭatātibhiḥ | dakṣaṁ te bhadram ābhārṣam parā yakṣmaṁ suvāmi te

I have come to you with well-beings and also with unharmedness; I have brought you auspicious strength, I drive your wasting-sickness far away.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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I am come nigh to thee with balms to give thee rest and keep thee safe. I bring thee blessed strength, I drive thy weakening malady away.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 137.5

त्रायन्ताम् इह देवास् त्रायताम् मरुताꣳ गणः । त्रायन्ताꣳ विश्वा भूतानि यथायम् अरपा असत्

trāyantām iha devās trāyatām marutāṁ gaṇaḥ | trāyantāṁ viśvā bhūtāni yathāyam arapā asat

Let the gods here protect (him), let the troop of the Maruts protect, let all beings protect, so that this one may be without defect.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Here let the Gods deliver him, the Maruts' band deliver him: All things that be deliver him that he be freed from his disease.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 137.6

आप इद् वा उ भेषजीर् आपो अमीवचातनीः । आपः सर्वस्य भेषजीस् तास् ते कृण्वन्तु भेषजम्

āpa id vā u bheṣajīr āpo amīvacātanīḥ | āpaḥ sarvasya bheṣajīs tās te kṛṇvantu bheṣajam

The waters indeed are healers, the waters drivers-away of affliction, the waters healers of everything: let them make a remedy for you.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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The Waters have their healing power, the Waters drive disease away. The Waters have a balm for all: let them make medicine for thee.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 10 137.7

हस्ताभ्याꣳ दशशाखाभ्याꣳ जिह्वा वाचः पुरोगवी । अनामयित्नुभ्याꣳ त्वा ताभ्याꣳ त्वोप स्पृशामसि

hastābhyāṁ daśaśākhābhyāṁ jihvā vācaḥ purogavī | anāmayitnubhyāṁ tvā tābhyāṁ tvopa spṛśāmasi

With (my two) hands, with their ten branches — the tongue is the forerunner of speech — with those two that take away sickness, with those two we touch you.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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The tongue that leads the voice precedes. Then with our ten-fold branching hands, With these two chasers of disease we stroke thee with a gentle touch.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)