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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 4 — Chapter 18

RV 4 18.1

अयम् पन्था अनुवित्तः पुराणो यतो देवा उदजायन्त विश्वे । अतश् चिद् आ जनिषीष्ट प्रवृद्धो मा मातरम् अमुया पत्तवे कः

ayam panthā anuvittaḥ purāṇo yato devā udajāyanta viśve | ataś cid ā janiṣīṣṭa pravṛddho mā mātaram amuyā pattave kaḥ

This is the ancient path, found out (again), from which all the gods were born up. From this very (path) let (him), grown strong, be born; let him not bring his mother to fall in that way.

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

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THIS is the ancient and accepted pathway by which all Gods have come into existence. Hereby could one be born though waxen mighty. Let him not, otherwise, destroy his Mother.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.2

नाहम् अतो निर् अया दुर्गहैतत् तिरश्चता पार्श्वान् निर् गमाणि । बहूनि मे अकृता कर्त्वानि युध्यै त्वेन सꣳ त्वेन पृच्छै

nāham ato nir ayā durgahaitat tiraścatā pārśvān nir gamāṇi | bahūni me akṛtā kartvāni yudhyai tvena saṁ tvena pṛcchai

I will not come forth from here — this is a hard passage; I will go out crosswise, from the side. Many things not yet done are to be done by me: with one I will fight, with another I will parley.

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

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Not this way go I forth: hard is the passage. Forth from the side obliquely will I issue. Much that is yet undone must I accomplish; one must I combat and the other question.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.3

परायतीम् मातरम् अन्व् अचष्ट न नानु गान्य् अनु नू गमानि । त्वष्टुर् गृहे अपिबत् सोमम् इन्द्रः शतधन्यꣳ चम्वोः सुतस्य

parāyatīm mātaram anv acaṣṭa na nānu gāny anu nū gamāni | tvaṣṭur gṛhe apibat somam indraḥ śatadhanyaṁ camvoḥ sutasya

He looked after his mother as she went away: "I will not go after (her)—no, now I will go after (her)." In Tvaṣṭṛ's house Indra drank the soma, the hundred-prized (draught) pressed in the two bowls.

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

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He bent his eye upon the dying Mother: My word I now withdraw. That way I follow. In Tvashṭar's dwelling India drank the Soma, a hundredworth of juice pressed from the mortar.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.4

किꣳ स ऋधक् कृणवद् यꣳ सहस्रम् मासो जभार शरदश् च पूर्वीः । नही न्व् अस्य प्रतिमानम् अस्त्य् अन्तर् जातेषूत ये जनित्वाः

kiṁ sa ṛdhak kṛṇavad yaṁ sahasram māso jabhāra śaradaś ca pūrvīḥ | nahī nv asya pratimānam asty antar jāteṣūta ye janitvāḥ

What might he do apart, whom the thousand months and many autumns bore? For indeed there is no counterweight to him among those born or those yet to be born.

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

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What strange act shall he do, he whom his Mother bore for a thousand months and many autumns? No peer hath he among those born already, nor among those who shall be born hereafter.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.5

अवद्यम् इव मन्यमाना गुहाकर् इन्द्रम् माता वीर्येणा न्यृष्टम् । अथोद् अस्थात् स्वयम् अत्कꣳ वसान आ रोदसी अपृणाज् जायमानः

avadyam iva manyamānā guhākar indram mātā vīryeṇā nyṛṣṭam | athod asthāt svayam atkaṁ vasāna ā rodasī apṛṇāj jāyamānaḥ

Thinking (him) as if a disgrace, the mother hid Indra, who overflowed with manly power. Then he stood up of himself, clothing himself in his garment, and filled the two worlds as he was being born.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Deeming him a reproach, his mother hid him, Indra, endowed with all heroic valour. Then up he sprang himself, assumed his vesture, and filled, as soon as born, the earth and heaven.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.6

एता अर्षन्त्य् अललाभवन्तीर् ऋतावरीर् इव सꣳक्रोशमानाः । एता वि पृच्छ किम् इदम् भनन्ति कम् आपो अद्रिम् परिधिꣳ रुजन्ति

etā arṣanty alalābhavantīr ṛtāvarīr iva saṁkrośamānāḥ | etā vi pṛccha kim idam bhananti kam āpo adrim paridhiṁ rujanti

These (waters) flow, making the sound 'alalā', crying out together like keepers of ṛta. Ask these: what is it they say? What encircling rock are the waters breaking?

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

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With lively motion onward flow these waters, the Holy Ones, shouting, as 'twere, together. Ask them to. tell thee what the floods are saying, what girdling rock the waters burst asunder.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.7

किम् उ ष्विद् अस्मै निविदो भनन्तेन्द्रस्यावद्यꣳ दिधिषन्त आपः । ममैतान् पुत्रो महता वधेन वृत्रꣳ जघन्वाꣳ असृजद् वि सिन्धून्

kim u ṣvid asmai nivido bhanantendrasyāvadyaṁ didhiṣanta āpaḥ | mamaitān putro mahatā vadhena vṛtraṁ jaghanvām̐ asṛjad vi sindhūn

Is it indeed solemn utterances they speak to him, the waters seeking to cover up Indra's disgrace? "My son, having slain Vṛtra with the great weapon, released these streams."

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

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Are they addressing him with words of welcome? Will the floods take on them the shame of Indra? With his great thunderbolt my Son hath slaughtered Vr̥itra, and set these rivers free to wander.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.8

ममच् चन त्वा युवतिः परास ममच् चन त्वा कुषवा जगार । ममच् चिद् आपः शिशवे ममृड्युर् ममच् चिद् इन्द्रः सहसोद् अतिष्ठत्

mamac cana tvā yuvatiḥ parāsa mamac cana tvā kuṣavā jagāra | mamac cid āpaḥ śiśave mamṛḍyur mamac cid indraḥ sahasod atiṣṭhat

It was only a little that the young woman cast you away; it was only a little that Kuṣavā swallowed you; it was only a little that the waters showed mercy to the child; it was only a little that Indra stood up with strength.

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

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I cast thee from me, mine,– thy youthful mother: thee, mine own offspring, Kushavâ hath swallowed. To him, mine infant, were the waters gracious. Indra, my Son, rose up in conquering vigour.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.9

ममच् चन ते मघवन् व्यꣳसो निविविध्वाꣳ अप हनू जघान । अधा निविद्ध उत्तरो बभूवाञ् छिरो दासस्य सम् पिणग् वधेन

mamac cana te maghavan vyaṁso nivividhvām̐ apa hanū jaghāna | adhā nividdha uttaro babhūvāñ chiro dāsasya sam piṇag vadhena

Only a little, bounteous one, did Vyaṁsa strike off your two jaws, piercing (you); yet, though pierced, you became the superior, and crushed the head of the Dāsa with your weapon.

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

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Thou art mine own, O Maghavan, whom Vyansa struck to the ground and smote thy jaws in pieces. But, smitten through, the mastery thou wonnest, and with thy bolt the Dâsa's head thou crushedst.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.10

गृष्टिः ससूव स्थविरꣳ तवागाम् अनाधृष्यꣳ वृषभꣳ तुम्रम् इन्द्रम् । अरीऴ्हꣳ वत्सꣳ चरथाय माता स्वयꣳ गातुꣳ तन्व इच्छमानम्

gṛṣṭiḥ sasūva sthaviraṁ tavāgām anādhṛṣyaṁ vṛṣabhaṁ tumram indram | arīḻhaṁ vatsaṁ carathāya mātā svayaṁ gātuṁ tanva icchamānam

The heifer bore the firm, strong bull, unassailable, stout Indra; the mother (left) the unlicked calf to its roaming, itself seeking a way for its body.

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

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The Heifer hath brought forth the Strong, the Mighty, the unconquerable Bull, the furious Indra. The Mother left her unlicked Calf to wander, seeking himself, the path that he would follow.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.11

उत माता महिषम् अन्व् अवेनद् अमी त्वा जहति पुत्र देवाः । अथाब्रवीद् वृत्रम् इन्द्रो हनिष्यन् सखे विष्णो वितरꣳ वि क्रमस्व

uta mātā mahiṣam anv avenad amī tvā jahati putra devāḥ | athābravīd vṛtram indro haniṣyan sakhe viṣṇo vitaraṁ vi kramasva

And the mother cried out after the buffalo: "Those gods, my son, are abandoning you!" Then Indra, about to slay Vṛtra, said: "Friend Viṣṇu, stride out further!"

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Then to her mighty Child the Mother turned her, saying, My son, these Deities forsake thee. Then Indra said, about to slaughter Vr̥itra, O my friend Vr̥itra, stride full boldly forward.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.12

कस् ते मातरꣳ विधवाम् अचक्रच् छयुꣳ कस् त्वाम् अजिघाꣳसच् चरन्तम् । कस् ते देवो अधि मार्डीक आसीद् यत् प्राक्षिणाः पितरम् पादगृह्य

kas te mātaraṁ vidhavām acakrac chayuṁ kas tvām ajighāṁsac carantam | kas te devo adhi mārḍīka āsīd yat prākṣiṇāḥ pitaram pādagṛhya

Who made your mother a widow? Who sought to slay you as you lay, as you moved? What god was there for you in (your) compassion, when you struck down your father, seizing him by the foot?

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

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Who was he then who made thy Mother widow? Who sought to stay thee lying still or moving? What God, when by the foot thy Sire thou tookest and slewest, was at hand to give thee comfort?

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 4 18.13

अवर्त्या शुन आन्त्राणि पेचे न देवेषु विविदे मर्डितारम् । अपश्यꣳ जायाम् अमहीयमानाम् अधा मे श्येनो मध्व् आ जभार

avartyā śuna āntrāṇi pece na deveṣu vivide marḍitāram | apaśyaṁ jāyām amahīyamānām adhā me śyeno madhv ā jabhāra

Out of destitution I cooked a dog's entrails; I found no comforter among the gods. I saw my wife dishonoured. Then the falcon brought me the honey.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

In deep distress I cooked a dog's intestines. Among the Gods I found not one to comfort. My consort I beheld in degradation. The Falcon then brought me the pleasant Soma.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)