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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 5 — Chapter 48

RV 5 48.1

कद् उ प्रियाय धाम्ने मनामहे स्वक्षत्राय स्वयशसे महे वयम् । आमेन्यस्य रजसो यद् अभ्र आꣳ अपो वृणाना वितनोति मायिनी

kad u priyāya dhāmne manāmahe svakṣatrāya svayaśase mahe vayam | āmenyasya rajaso yad abhra ām̐ apo vṛṇānā vitanoti māyinī

How shall we think of the dear dhāman, self-ruling, self-glorious, great—when in the cloud of the immeasurable space the crafty (female) spreads out, choosing the waters?

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

WHAT may we meditate for the beloved Power, mighty in native strength and glorious in itself, Which as a magic energy seeking waters spreads even to theimmeasurable middle region's cloud?

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 5 48.2

ता अत्नत वयुनꣳ वीरवक्षणꣳ समान्या वृतया विश्वम् आ रजः । अपो अपाचीर् अपरा अपेजते प्र पूर्वाभिस् तिरते देवयुर् जनः

tā atnata vayunaṁ vīravakṣaṇaṁ samānyā vṛtayā viśvam ā rajaḥ | apo apācīr aparā apejate pra pūrvābhis tirate devayur janaḥ

They stretched out the marker that strengthens men, through the whole space with a single course; the westward waters, the later ones, he drives away; with the earlier ones the god-seeking man makes headway.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

O'er all the region with their uniform advance these have spread out the lore that giveth heroes strength. Back, with their course reversed, the others pass away: the pious lengthens life with those that are before.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 5 48.3

आ ग्रावभिर् अहन्येभिर् अक्तुभिर् वरिष्ठꣳ वज्रम् आ जिघर्ति मायिनि । शतꣳ वा यस्य प्रचरन् स्वे दमे सꣳवर्तयन्तो वि च वर्तयन्न् अहा

ā grāvabhir ahanyebhir aktubhir variṣṭhaṁ vajram ā jigharti māyini | śataṁ vā yasya pracaran sve dame saṁvartayanto vi ca vartayann ahā

With the pressing-stones, by day and by night, he flings the mightiest bolt at the crafty one—he whose hundred (helpers?), moving about in his own house, rolling the days together, rolled them apart.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

With pressing-stones and with the bright beams of the day he hurls his broadest bolt against the Guileful One. Even he whose hundred wander in his own abode, driving the days afar and bringing them again.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 5 48.4

ताम् अस्य रीतिम् परशोर् इव प्रत्य् अनीकम् अख्यम् भुजे अस्य वर्पसः । सचा यदि पितुमन्तम् इव क्षयꣳ रत्नꣳ दधाति भरहूतये विशे

tām asya rītim paraśor iva praty anīkam akhyam bhuje asya varpasaḥ | sacā yadi pitumantam iva kṣayaṁ ratnaṁ dadhāti bharahūtaye viśe

That flow of his, like an axe's, his face turned toward (us), I have beheld, for the enjoyment of this form of his—if together he sets down a treasure, like a dwelling full of food, for the clan at the battle-call.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

I, to enjoy the beauty of his form, behold that rapid rush of his as 'twere an axe's edge, What time he gives the man who calls on him in fight wealth like a dwelling-house filled full with store of food.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 5 48.5

स जिह्वया चतुरनीक ऋञ्जते चारु वसानो वरुणो यतन्न् अरिम् । न तस्य विद्म पुरुषत्वता वयꣳ यतो भगः सविता दाति वार्यम्

sa jihvayā caturanīka ṛñjate cāru vasāno varuṇo yatann arim | na tasya vidma puruṣatvatā vayaṁ yato bhagaḥ savitā dāti vāryam

With his tongue, four-faced, he reaches out, clothed in beauty, Varuṇa, directing the stranger; we, by reason of our human condition, do not know that of him—from whence Bhaga, Savitṛ, bestows what is choice.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Four-faced and nobly clad, Varuṇa, urging on the pious to his task, stirs himself with the tongue. Naught by our human nature do we know of him, him from whom Bhaga Savitar bestows the boon.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)