Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 10 — Chapter 168
RV 10 168.1
वातस्य नु महिमानꣳ रथस्य रुजन्न् एति स्तनयन्न् अस्य घोषः । दिविस्पृग् यात्य् अरुणानि कृण्वन्न् उतो एति पृथिव्या रेणुम् अस्यन्
vātasya nu mahimānaṁ rathasya rujann eti stanayann asya ghoṣaḥ | divispṛg yāty aruṇāni kṛṇvann uto eti pṛthivyā reṇum asyan
Now (I proclaim) the greatness of Vāta's chariot: shattering it goes, thundering is its roar. Touching the sky it travels, making reddish (streaks), and it goes along the earth, flinging up dust.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
O THE Wind's chariot, O its power and glory! Crashing it goes and hath a voice of thunder. It makes the regions red and touches heaven, and as it moves the dust of earth is scattered.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 168.2
सम् प्रेरते अनु वातस्य विष्ठा ऐनꣳ गच्छन्ति समनꣳ न योषाः । ताभिः सयुक् सरथꣳ देव ईयते ऽस्य विश्वस्य भुवनस्य राजा
sam prerate anu vātasya viṣṭhā ainaṁ gacchanti samanaṁ na yoṣāḥ | tābhiḥ sayuk sarathaṁ deva īyate 'sya viśvasya bhuvanasya rājā
The troops of the wind speed forth together after (him); they come to him as women to a festive gathering. Yoked with them, on the same chariot, the god travels, the king of this whole world.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Along the traces of the Wind they hurry, they come to him as dames to an assembly. Borne on his car with these for his attendants, the God speeds forth, the universe's Monarch.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 168.3
अन्तरिक्षे पथिभिर् ईयमानो न नि विशते कतमच् चनाहः । अपाꣳ सखा प्रथमजा ऋतावा क्व स्विज् जातः कुत आ बभूव
antarikṣe pathibhir īyamāno na ni viśate katamac canāhaḥ | apāṁ sakhā prathamajā ṛtāvā kva svij jātaḥ kuta ā babhūva
Travelling on his paths in the midspace, he does not settle down on any day at all. Friend of the waters, firstborn, holding to ṛta — where indeed was he born, from where has he come to be?
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Travelling on the paths of air's midregion, no single day doth he take rest or slumber. Holy and earliest-born, Friend of fhe waters, where did he spring and from what region came he?
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 168.4
आत्मा देवानाम् भुवनस्य गर्भो यथावशꣳ चरति देव एषः । घोषा इद् अस्य शृण्विरे न रूपꣳ तस्मै वाताय हविषा विधेम
ātmā devānām bhuvanasya garbho yathāvaśaṁ carati deva eṣaḥ | ghoṣā id asya śṛṇvire na rūpaṁ tasmai vātāya haviṣā vidhema
The breath of the gods, the embryo of the world, this god moves as he wishes. Only his roarings are heard, not his form — to that Vāta let us do service with an oblation.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Germ of the world, the Deities' vital spirit, this God moves ever as his will inclines him. His voice is heard, his shape is ever viewless. Let us adore this Wind with our oblation.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)