Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 5 — Chapter 36
RV 5 36.1
स आ गमद् इन्द्रो यो वसूनाꣳ चिकेतद् दातुꣳ दामनो रयीणाम् । धन्वचरो न वꣳसगस् तृषाणश् चकमानः पिबतु दुग्धम् अꣳशुम्
sa ā gamad indro yo vasūnāṁ ciketad dātuṁ dāmano rayīṇām | dhanvacaro na vaṁsagas tṛṣāṇaś cakamānaḥ pibatu dugdham aṁśum
Let him come, Indra, who knows how to give of the goods, (who is) the giver of riches. Like a bull roaming the dry land, thirsting, longing, let him drink the milked stalk.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
MAY Indra come to us, he who knows rightly to give forth treasures from his store of riches. Even as a thirsty steer who roams the deserts may he drink eagerly the milked-out Soma.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 36.2
आ ते हनू हरिवः शूर शिप्रे रुहत् सोमो न पर्वतस्य पृष्ठे । अनु त्वा राजन्न् अर्वतो न हिन्वन् गीर्भिर् मदेम पुरुहूत विश्वे
ā te hanū harivaḥ śūra śipre ruhat somo na parvatasya pṛṣṭhe | anu tvā rājann arvato na hinvan gīrbhir madema puruhūta viśve
Let the soma mount up to your two jaws, O lord of bay horses, hero, to your lips, as onto the back of a mountain. Urging you on like a racehorse, O king, may we all take delight with our songs, O much-invoked one.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Lord of Bay Horses, Hero, may the Soma rise to thy cheeks and jaws like mountain-ridges. May we, O King, as he who driveth coursers, all joy in thee with hymns, invoked of many!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 36.3
चक्रꣳ न वृत्तम् पुरुहूत वेपते मनो भिया मे अमतेर् इद् अद्रिवः । रथाद् अधि त्वा जरिता सदावृध कुविन् नु स्तोषन् मघवन् पुरूवसुः
cakraṁ na vṛttam puruhūta vepate mano bhiyā me amater id adrivaḥ | rathād adhi tvā jaritā sadāvṛdha kuvin nu stoṣan maghavan purūvasuḥ
Like a turning wheel, O much-invoked one, my mind trembles with fear of destitution, O wielder of the stone. Will not the singer, rich in goods, indeed praise you upon your chariot, O ever-strengthening, O bounteous one?
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Invoked of many, Caster of the Stone my heart quakes like a rolling wheel for fear of penury. Shall not Purûvasu the singer give thee praise, O ever-prospering Maghavan, mounted on thy car?
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 36.4
एष ग्रावेव जरिता त इन्द्रेयर्ति वाचम् बृहद् आशुषाणः । प्र सव्येन मघवन् यꣳसि रायः प्र दक्षिणिद् धरिवो मा वि वेनः
eṣa grāveva jaritā ta indreyarti vācam bṛhad āśuṣāṇaḥ | pra savyena maghavan yaṁsi rāyaḥ pra dakṣiṇid dharivo mā vi venaḥ
This singer of yours, Indra, like a pressing-stone, sends up his voice, striving aloud. With the left hand hold out riches, O bounteous one, and with the right, O lord of bays; do not look away.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Like the press-stone is this thy praiser, Indra. Loudly he lifts his voice with strong endeavour. With thy left hand, O Maghavan, give us riches: with thy right, Lord of Bays, be not reluctant.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 36.5
वृषा त्वा वृषणꣳ वर्धतु द्यौर् वृषा वृषभ्याꣳ वहसे हरिभ्याम् । स नो वृषा वृषरथः सुशिप्र वृषक्रतो वृषा वज्रिन् भरे धाः
vṛṣā tvā vṛṣaṇaṁ vardhatu dyaur vṛṣā vṛṣabhyāṁ vahase haribhyām | sa no vṛṣā vṛṣarathaḥ suśipra vṛṣakrato vṛṣā vajrin bhare dhāḥ
Let the bull Heaven strengthen you, the bull; as a bull you are conveyed by two bull-like bay horses. So you, a bull with a bull chariot, fair-lipped, of bullish resolve, a bull with the mace, set (us in the lead) in the contest.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
May the strong Heaven make thee the Strong wax stronger: Strong, thou art borne by thy two strong Bay Horses. So, fair of cheek, with mighty chariot, mighty, uphold us, strong-willed, thunderarmed, in battle.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 36.6
यो रोहितौ वाजिनौ वाजिनीवान् त्रिभिः शतैः सचमानाव् अदिष्ट । यूने सम् अस्मै क्षितयो नमन्ताꣳ श्रुतरथाय मरुतो दुवोया
yo rohitau vājinau vājinīvān tribhiḥ śataiḥ sacamānāv adiṣṭa | yūne sam asmai kṣitayo namantāṁ śrutarathāya maruto duvoyā
He who, rich in prizes, has assigned two red steeds, prize-winners, attended by three hundred (cows) — before this young man, Śrutaratha, let the settled peoples bow in homage, O Maruts.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Maruts, let all the people in obeisance bow down before this youthful Ṣrutaratha, Who, rich in steeds, gave me two dark red horses together with three hundred head of cattle.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)