Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 10 — Chapter 76
RV 10 76.1
आ व ऋञ्जस ऊर्जाꣳ व्युष्टिष्व् इन्द्रम् मरुतो रोदसी अनक्तन । उभे यथा नो अहनी सचाभुवा सदः-सदो वरिवस्यात उद्भिदा
ā va ṛñjasa ūrjāṁ vyuṣṭiṣv indram maruto rodasī anaktana | ubhe yathā no ahanī sacābhuvā sadaḥ-sado varivasyāta udbhidā
I stretch myself toward you (for a share) of strengths at the dawnings: Indra, Maruts, anoint the two worlds, so that both days, being together with us, may make room for us, seat by seat, by breaking open (the way).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
I GRASP at you when power and strength begin to dawn: bedew ye, Indra and the Maruts, Heaven and Earth, That Day and Night, in every hall of sacrifice, may wait on us and bless us when they first spring forth.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 76.2
तद् उ श्रेष्ठꣳ सवनꣳ सुनोतनात्यो न हस्तयतो अद्रिः सोतरि । विदद् ध्य् अ१र्यो अभिभूति पौꣳस्यम् महो राये चित् तरुते यद् अर्वतः
tad u śreṣṭhaṁ savanaṁ sunotanātyo na hastayato adriḥ sotari | vidad dhy a1ryo abhibhūti pauṁsyam maho rāye cit tarute yad arvataḥ
Press out that best pressing — the stone is (set) moving by hands like a racehorse, at the presser's (work); for it has found the overpowering manly force of the rival, that (force) of a steed for winning through even to great wealth.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Press the libation out, most excellent of all: the Pressing-stone is grasped like a hand-guided steed. So let it win the valour that subdues the foe, and the fleet courser's might that speeds to ample wealth.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 76.3
तद् इद् ध्य् अस्य सवनꣳ विवेर् अपो यथा पुरा मनवे गातुम् अश्रेत् । गोअर्णसि त्वाष्ट्रे अश्वनिर्णिजि प्रेम् अध्वरेष्व् अध्वराꣳ अशिश्रयुः
tad id dhy asya savanaṁ viver apo yathā purā manave gātum aśret | goarṇasi tvāṣṭre aśvanirṇiji prem adhvareṣv adhvarām̐ aśiśrayuḥ
For this indeed is his pressing: you disclosed the work(s), as formerly it set up a path for Manu. In the (vessel) flooded with cow('s milk), made by Tvaṣṭṛ, clothed in horse-hair, they have attached the rites forward among the rites.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Juice that this Stone pours out removes defect of ours, as in old time it brought prosperity to man. At sacrifices they established holy rites on Tvashṭar's milk-blent juice bright with the hue of steeds.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 76.4
अप हत रक्षसो भङ्गुरावतः स्कभायत निरृतिꣳ सेधतामतिम् । आ नो रयिꣳ सर्ववीरꣳ सुनोतन देवाव्यम् भरत श्लोकम् अद्रयः
apa hata rakṣaso bhaṅgurāvataḥ skabhāyata nirṛtiṁ sedhatāmatim | ā no rayiṁ sarvavīraṁ sunotana devāvyam bharata ślokam adrayaḥ
Smite away the treacherous rakṣases; hold Nirṛti fast; ward off ill-will. Press out wealth for us, with all (its) heroes; bring the god-serving song, O stones.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Drive ye the treacherous demons far away from us: keep Nirr̥iti afar and banish Penury. Pour riches forth for us with troops of hero sons, and bear ye up, O Stones, the song that visits Gods.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 76.5
दिवश् चिद् आ वो ऽमवत्तरेभ्यो विभ्वना चिद् आश्वपस्तरेभ्यः । वायोश् चिद् आ सोमरभस्तरेभ्यो ऽग्नेश् चिद् अर्च पितुकृत्तरेभ्यः
divaś cid ā vo 'mavattarebhyo vibhvanā cid āśvapastarebhyaḥ | vāyoś cid ā somarabhastarebhyo 'gneś cid arca pitukṛttarebhyaḥ
Sing to you who are mightier than heaven itself, swifter in work even than Vibhvan, more eager for soma even than Vāyu, more food-making even than Agni.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
To you who are more mighty than the heavens themselves, who, finishing your task with more than Vibhvan's speed, More rapidly than Vâyu seize the Soma juice, better than Agni give us food, to you I sing.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 76.6
भुरन्तु नो यशसः सोत्व् अन्धसो ग्रावाणो वाचा दिविता दिवित्मता । नरो यत्र दुहते काम्यम् मध्व् आघोषयन्तो अभितो मिथस्तुरः
bhurantu no yaśasaḥ sotv andhaso grāvāṇo vācā divitā divitmatā | naro yatra duhate kāmyam madhv āghoṣayanto abhito mithasturaḥ
Let our glorious stones stir for the pressing of the plant, with a voice that goes to heaven, heaven-bound — where the men milk out the desired honey, shouting about, pressing on by turns.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Stirred be the glorious Stones: let it press out the juice, the Stone with heavenly song that reaches up to heaven, There where the men draw forth the meath for which they long, sending their voice around in rivalry of speed.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 76.7
सुन्वन्ति सोमꣳ रथिरासो अद्रयो निर् अस्य रसꣳ गविषो दुहन्ति ते । दुहन्त्य् ऊधर् उपसेचनाय कꣳ नरो हव्या न मर्जयन्त आसभिः
sunvanti somaṁ rathirāso adrayo nir asya rasaṁ gaviṣo duhanti te | duhanty ūdhar upasecanāya kaṁ naro havyā na marjayanta āsabhiḥ
The stones, like charioteers, press the soma; seeking cows, they milk out its sap; they milk the udder for the admixture, for pleasure — the men, as if cleansing the oblations with their mouths.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The Stones press out the Soma, swift as car-borne men, and, eager for the spoil, drain forth the sap thereof To fill the beaker, they exhaust the udder's store, as the men purify oblations with their lips.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 10 76.8
एते नरः स्वपसो अभूतन य इन्द्राय सुनुथ सोमम् अद्रयः । वामꣳ-वामꣳ वो दिव्याय धाम्ने वसु-वसु वः पार्थिवाय सुन्वते
ete naraḥ svapaso abhūtana ya indrāya sunutha somam adrayaḥ | vāmaṁ-vāmaṁ vo divyāya dhāmne vasu-vasu vaḥ pārthivāya sunvate
You men here have been good workers, you stones who press the soma for Indra: each dear thing of yours is for the heavenly abode, each good thing of yours for the earthly presser.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Ye, present men, have been most skilful in your work, even ye, O Stones who pressed Soma for Indra's drink. May all ye have of fair go to the Heavenly Race, and all your treasure to the earthly worshipper.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)