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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 2 — Chapter 34

RV 2 34.1

धारावरा मरुतो धृष्ण्वोजसो मृगा न भीमास् तविषीभिर् अर्चिनः । अग्नयो न शुशुचाना ऋजीषिणो भृमिꣳ धमन्तो अप गा अवृण्वत

dhārāvarā maruto dhṛṣṇvojaso mṛgā na bhīmās taviṣībhir arcinaḥ | agnayo na śuśucānā ṛjīṣiṇo bhṛmiṁ dhamanto apa gā avṛṇvata

The Maruts, holders of the rain-streams, of bold strength, terrible like wild beasts, blazing with their powers, glowing like fires, drinkers of the residue, blowing up a whirlwind, uncovered the cows.

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

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THE Maruts of resistless might who love the rain, resplendent, terrible like wild beasts in their strength, Glowing like flames of fire, impetuous in career, blowing the wandering raincloud, have disclosed the kine.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.2

द्यावो न स्तृभिश् चितयन्त खादिनो व्य् अ१भ्रिया न द्युतयन्त वृष्टयः । रुद्रो यद् वो मरुतो रुक्मवक्षसो वृषाजनि पृश्न्याः शुक्र ऊधनि

dyāvo na stṛbhiś citayanta khādino vy a1bhriyā na dyutayanta vṛṣṭayaḥ | rudro yad vo maruto rukmavakṣaso vṛṣājani pṛśnyāḥ śukra ūdhani

Wearing rings, they showed themselves like the heavens with their stars; they flashed out like rains from the clouds, when Rudra, O Maruts with gleaming breasts, was born for you as a bull, bright, in Pṛśni's udder.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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They gleam with armlets as the heavens are decked with stars, like cloud-born lightnings shine the torrents of their rain. Since the strong Rudra, O Maruts with brilliant chests, sprang into life for you in Pr̥iṣni's radiant lap.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.3

उक्षन्ते अश्वाꣳ अत्याꣳ इवाजिषु नदस्य कर्णैस् तुरयन्त आशुभिः । हिरण्यशिप्रा मरुतो दविध्वतः पृक्षꣳ याथ पृषतीभिः समन्यवः

ukṣante aśvām̐ atyām̐ ivājiṣu nadasya karṇais turayanta āśubhiḥ | hiraṇyaśiprā maruto davidhvataḥ pṛkṣaṁ yātha pṛṣatībhiḥ samanyavaḥ

They sprinkle the horses, as (one sprinkles) steeds in the races; with the roarings of the roarer they hasten with swift ones. Golden-jawed Maruts, shaking (all), you go to refreshment with your dappled mares, of one fury.

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

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They drip like horses in the racings of swift steeds; with the stream's rapid cars they hasten on their way. Maruts with helms of gold, ye who make all things shake, con e with your spotted deer, one-minded, to our food.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.4

पृक्षे ता विश्वा भुवना ववक्षिरे मित्राय वा सदम् आ जीरदानवः । पृषदश्वासो अनवभ्रराधस ऋजिप्यासो न वयुनेषु धूर्षदः

pṛkṣe tā viśvā bhuvanā vavakṣire mitrāya vā sadam ā jīradānavaḥ | pṛṣadaśvāso anavabhrarādhasa ṛjipyāso na vayuneṣu dhūrṣadaḥ

For refreshment all these worlds have grown strong, or ever for Mitra, you of quick drops; having dappled horses, of bounty that is not withdrawn, like onrushing (falcons) sitting at the yoke-pole at the appointed times.

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

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They have bestowed of Mitra all that live, to feed, they who for evermore cause their swift drops to flow; Whose steeds are spotted deer, whose riches never fail, like horses in full speed, bound to the pole in work.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.5

इन्धन्वभिर् धेनुभी रप्शदूधभिर् अध्वस्मभिः पथिभिर् भ्राजदृष्टयः । आ हꣳसासो न स्वसराणि गन्तन मधोर् मदाय मरुतः समन्यवः

indhanvabhir dhenubhī rapśadūdhabhir adhvasmabhiḥ pathibhir bhrājadṛṣṭayaḥ | ā haṁsāso na svasarāṇi gantana madhor madāya marutaḥ samanyavaḥ

With your kindling milch-cows whose udders overflow, by dustless paths, with flashing spears — come like geese to their pasture-grounds, O Maruts of one fury, for the exhilaration of the sweet drink.

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

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With brightly-flarning kine whose udders swell with milk, idth glittering lances on your unobstructed paths, O Maruts, of one mind, like swans who seek their nests, come to the rapturous enjoyment of the meath.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.6

आ नो ब्रह्माणि मरुतः समन्यवो नराꣳ न शꣳसः सवनानि गन्तन । अश्वाम् इव पिप्यत धेनुम् ऊधनि कर्ता धियꣳ जरित्रे वाजपेशसम्

ā no brahmāṇi marutaḥ samanyavo narāṁ na śaṁsaḥ savanāni gantana | aśvām iva pipyata dhenum ūdhani kartā dhiyaṁ jaritre vājapeśasam

Come, O Maruts of one fury, to our formulations, to our pressings, like the praise of men. Make (it) swell as (one makes) a milch-cow in the udder; make for the singer a poem fashioned of prize-winning strength.

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

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To these our prayers, O Maruts, come unanimous, come ye to our libations like the praise of men. Make it swell like a mare, in udder like a cow, and for the singer grace the song with plenteous strength.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.7

तꣳ नो दात मरुतो वाजिनꣳ रथ आपानम् ब्रह्म चितयद् दिवे-दिवे । इषꣳ स्तोतृभ्यो वृजनेषु कारवे सनिम् मेधाम् अरिष्टꣳ दुष्टरꣳ सहः

taṁ no dāta maruto vājinaṁ ratha āpānam brahma citayad dive-dive | iṣaṁ stotṛbhyo vṛjaneṣu kārave sanim medhām ariṣṭaṁ duṣṭaraṁ sahaḥ

Give us that prize-winner in the chariot, Maruts, and a formulation that is drunk in and awakens day by day; refreshment for the praisers, for the poet among the settlements gain, insight, and unharmed, insuperable might.

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

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Give us a steed, O Maruts migbty in the car; prevailing prayer that brings remembrance day by day; Food to your praisers, to your bard in deeds of might give winning wisdom, power uninjured, unsurpassed.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.8

यद् युञ्जते मरुतो रुक्मवक्षसो ऽश्वान् रथेषु भग आ सुदानवः । धेनुर् न शिश्वे स्वसरेषु पिन्वते जनाय रातहविषे महीम् इषम्

yad yuñjate maruto rukmavakṣaso 'śvān ratheṣu bhaga ā sudānavaḥ | dhenur na śiśve svasareṣu pinvate janāya rātahaviṣe mahīm iṣam

When the Maruts with gleaming breasts yoke their horses to the chariots for a portion (of bounty), O good givers — then, as a milch-cow swells with milk for her calf in the pastures, (they swell) great refreshment for the people who have given oblation.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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When the bright-chested Maruts, lavish of their gifts, bind at the time bliss their horses to the cars, Then, as the milch-cow feeds her calf within the stalls, they pour forth food for all oblation-bringing men.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.9

यो नो मरुतो वृकताति मर्त्यो रिपुर् दधे वसवो रक्षता रिषः । वर्तयत तपुषा चक्रियाभि तम् अव रुद्रा अशसो हन्तना वधः

yo no maruto vṛkatāti martyo ripur dadhe vasavo rakṣatā riṣaḥ | vartayata tapuṣā cakriyābhi tam ava rudrā aśaso hantanā vadhaḥ

Whatever mortal foe, O Maruts, has put us in a wolf's plight, guard (us) from harm, O good ones; roll over him with the burning wheel; strike down the weapon of the evil-speaker, O Rudras.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Save us, O Maruts, Vasus, from the injurer, the mortal foe who makes us looked upon as wolves. With chariot all aflame compass him round about: O Rudras, cast away the foeman's deadly bolt.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.10

चित्रꣳ तद् वो मरुतो याम चेकिते पृश्न्या यद् ऊधर् अप्य् आपयो दुहुः । यद् वा निदे नवमानस्य रुद्रियास् त्रितꣳ जराय जुरताम् अदाभ्याः

citraṁ tad vo maruto yāma cekite pṛśnyā yad ūdhar apy āpayo duhuḥ | yad vā nide navamānasya rudriyās tritaṁ jarāya juratām adābhyāḥ

That course of yours, O Maruts, appears brilliant — that your kinsmen milked out Pṛśni's udder; or when, O sons of Rudra, at the reviling of the one who roars (against you), you undeceivable ones (gave) Trita over to old age among those growing old.

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

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Well-known, ye Maruts, is that wondrous course of yours, when they milked Pr̥iṣni's udder, close akin to her. Or when to shame the bard who lauded, Rudra's Sons, ye O infallible brought Trita to decay.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.11

तान् वो महो मरुत एवयाव्नो विष्णोर् एषस्य प्रभृथे हवामहे । हिरण्यवर्णान् ककुहान् यतस्रुचो ब्रह्मण्यन्तः शꣳस्यꣳ राध ईमहे

tān vo maho maruta evayāvno viṣṇor eṣasya prabhṛthe havāmahe | hiraṇyavarṇān kakuhān yatasruco brahmaṇyantaḥ śaṁsyaṁ rādha īmahe

You, the great, quick-moving Maruts, we call at the offering of impetuous Viṣṇu; gold-coloured, towering, with ladles held out, making our formulations, we ask for bounty worth praising.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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We call youi such, great Maruts, following wonted ways, to the oblation paid to Vishṇu Speeder-on. With ladles lifted up, with prayer, we seek of them preeminent, golden-hued, the wealth which all extol.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.12

ते दशग्वाः प्रथमा यज्ञम् ऊहिरे ते नो हिन्वन्तूषसो व्युष्टिषु । उषा न रामीर् अरुणैर् अपोर्णुते महो ज्योतिषा शुचता गोअर्णसा

te daśagvāḥ prathamā yajñam ūhire te no hinvantūṣaso vyuṣṭiṣu | uṣā na rāmīr aruṇair aporṇute maho jyotiṣā śucatā goarṇasā

They, the Daśagvas, were the first to convey the sacrifice; may they impel us at the shinings-forth of the dawns. Like Dawn uncovering the nights with her ruddy (rays), with the great, gleaming light that streams with cows.

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

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They, the Daṣagvas, first of all brought sacrifice: they at the break of mornings shall inspirit us. Dawn with her purple beams uncovereth the nights, with great light glowing like a billowy sea of milk.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.13

ते क्षोणीभिर् अरुणेभिर् नाञ्जिभी रुद्रा ऋतस्य सदनेषु वावृधुः । निमेघमाना अत्येन पाजसा सुश्चन्द्रꣳ वर्णꣳ दधिरे सुपेशसम्

te kṣoṇībhir aruṇebhir nāñjibhī rudrā ṛtasya sadaneṣu vāvṛdhuḥ | nimeghamānā atyena pājasā suścandraṁ varṇaṁ dadhire supeśasam

They, the Rudras, with their ruddy throngs as with ornaments, have grown strong in the seats of ṛta; raining down with surpassing form, they have taken on a fair-shining, well-adorned colour.

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

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The Rudras have rejoiced them in the gathered bands at seats of worship as in purple ornaments. They with impetuous vigour sending down the rain have taken to themselves a bright and lovely hue.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.14

ताꣳ इयानो महि वरूथम् ऊतय उप घेद् एना नमसा गृणीमसि । त्रितो न यान् पञ्च होतॄन् अभिष्टय आववर्तद् अवराञ् चक्रियावसे

tām̐ iyāno mahi varūtham ūtaya upa ghed enā namasā gṛṇīmasi | trito na yān pañca hotṝn abhiṣṭaya āvavartad avarāñ cakriyāvase

Approaching them for great shelter, for help, with this homage indeed we sing of them — whom, like Trita, (the singer) would turn hitherward, the five hotṛs, for superiority, turning them downward with his wheel for aid.

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

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Soliciting their high protection for our help, with this our adoration we sing praise to them, Whom, for assistance, like the five terrestrial priests. Trita hath brought to aid us hither on his car.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 2 34.15

यया रध्रम् पारयथात्य् अꣳहो यया निदो मुञ्चथ वन्दितारम् । अर्वाची सा मरुतो या व ऊतिर् ओ षु वाश्रेव सुमतिर् जिगातु

yayā radhram pārayathāty aṁho yayā nido muñcatha vanditāram | arvācī sā maruto yā va ūtir o ṣu vāśreva sumatir jigātu

(That help) by which you carry the feeble one across distress, by which you free the one who praises from scorn — let that aid of yours, O Maruts, turn hither; let your favour come well to us, like a lowing (cow to her calf).

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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So may your favouring help be turned to us-ward, your kindness like a Iowing cow approach us, Wherewith ye bear your servant over trouble, and free your worshipper from scoff and scorning.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)