Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 5 — Chapter 59
RV 5 59.1
प्र वः स्पऴ् अक्रन् सुविताय दावने ऽर्चा दिवे प्र पृथिव्या ऋतम् भरे । उक्षन्ते अश्वान् तरुषन्त आ रजो ऽनु स्वम् भानुꣳ श्रथयन्ते अर्णवैः
pra vaḥ spaḻ akran suvitāya dāvane 'rcā dive pra pṛthivyā ṛtam bhare | ukṣante aśvān taruṣanta ā rajo 'nu svam bhānuṁ śrathayante arṇavaiḥ
Your spy has called out, for the granting of safe passage. I sing to heaven; I bring forth the ṛta of the earth. They sprinkle their horses, they cross over the mid-space; following their own radiance they let themselves loose with floods.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
YOUR spy hath called to you to give prosperity. I sing to Heaven and Earth and offer sacrifice. They bathe their steeds and hasten through the firmament: they spread abroad their radiance through the sea of cloud.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 59.2
अमाद् एषाम् भियसा भूमिर् एजति नौर् न पूर्णा क्षरति व्यथिर् यती । दूरेदृशो ये चितयन्त एमभिर् अन्तर् महे विदथे येतिरे नरः
amād eṣām bhiyasā bhūmir ejati naur na pūrṇā kṣarati vyathir yatī | dūredṛśo ye citayanta emabhir antar mahe vidathe yetire naraḥ
From their onslaught, out of fear, the earth quakes, like a laden ship she leaks as she goes reeling. Visible from afar, they who make themselves marked by their comings — the men have taken their places within the great assembly.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Earth shakes and reels in terror at their onward rush, like a full ship which, quivering, lets the water in. Marked on their ways are they, visible from afar: the Heroes press between in mighty armament.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 59.3
गवाम् इव श्रियसे शृङ्गम् उत्तमꣳ सूर्यो न चक्षू रजसो विसर्जने । अत्या इव सुभ्व१श् चारवः स्थन मर्या इव श्रियसे चेतथा नरः
gavām iva śriyase śṛṅgam uttamaṁ sūryo na cakṣū rajaso visarjane | atyā iva subhva1ś cāravaḥ sthana maryā iva śriyase cetathā naraḥ
(Yours is) the topmost horn, as of cattle, for splendour; like the sun as an eye at the spreading out of the dusty space. Like steeds of fine nature you are lovely; like young men you make yourselves noted for splendour, O men.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
As the exalted horn of bulls for splendid might, as the Sun's eye set in the firmament's expanse, Like vigorous horses ye are beauteous to behold, and for your glory show like bridegrooms, O ye Men.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 59.4
को वो महान्ति महताम् उद् अश्नवत् कस् काव्या मरुतः को ह पौꣳस्या । यूयꣳ ह भूमिꣳ किरणꣳ न रेजथ प्र यद् भरध्वे सुविताय दावने
ko vo mahānti mahatām ud aśnavat kas kāvyā marutaḥ ko ha pauṁsyā | yūyaṁ ha bhūmiṁ kiraṇaṁ na rejatha pra yad bharadhve suvitāya dāvane
Who could reach up to your great deeds, you great ones — who to your poetic skills, Maruts, who indeed to your manly feats? You indeed make the earth tremble like a speck of dust, when you bring (it) forth for the granting of safe passage.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Who, O ye Maruts, may attain the mighty lore of you the mighty, who may reach your manly deeds? Ye, verily, make earth tremble like a ray of light what time ye bring your boons to give prosperity,
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 59.5
अश्वा इवेद् अरुषासः सबन्धवः शूरा इव प्रयुधः प्रोत युयुधुः । मर्या इव सुवृधो वावृधुर् नरः सूर्यस्य चक्षुः प्र मिनन्ति वृष्टिभिः
aśvā ived aruṣāsaḥ sabandhavaḥ śūrā iva prayudhaḥ prota yuyudhuḥ | maryā iva suvṛdho vāvṛdhur naraḥ sūryasya cakṣuḥ pra minanti vṛṣṭibhiḥ
Like ruddy horses of one kin, like heroes set on battle, they have fought on; like well-grown youths the men have grown; with their rains they blot out the eye of the sun.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Like steeds of ruddy colour, scions of one race, as foremost champions they have battled in the van. The Heroes have waxed strong like well-grown manly youths; with floods of rain they make the Sun's eye fade away,
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 59.6
ते अज्येष्ठा अकनिष्ठास उद्भिदो ऽमध्यमासो महसा वि वावृधुः । सुजातासो जनुषा पृश्निमातरो दिवो मर्या आ नो अच्छा जिगातन
te ajyeṣṭhā akaniṣṭhāsa udbhido 'madhyamāso mahasā vi vāvṛdhuḥ | sujātāso januṣā pṛśnimātaro divo maryā ā no acchā jigātana
They, with no eldest and no youngest, bursting up, with none in the middle, have grown wide by their might; well born in their birth, having Pṛśni for mother, youths of heaven, come hither to us.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Having no eldest and no youngest in their band, no middlemost, preeminent they have waxed in might, These Sons of Pr̥iṣni, sprung of noble ancestry: come hitherward to us, ye bridegrooms of the sky.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 59.7
वयो न ये श्रेणीः पप्तुर् ओजसान्तान् दिवो बृहतः सानुनस् परि । अश्वास एषाम् उभये यथा विदुः प्र पर्वतस्य नभनूꣳर् अचुच्यवुः
vayo na ye śreṇīḥ paptur ojasāntān divo bṛhataḥ sānunas pari | aśvāsa eṣām ubhaye yathā viduḥ pra parvatasya nabhanūm̐r acucyavuḥ
They who like birds flew in rows with their force from the ends of lofty heaven, from around its ridge — their horses, both troops, as they know how, have shaken loose the gushing springs of the mountain.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Like birds of air they flew with might in lengthened lines from heaven's high ridges to the borders of the sky. The steeds who carry them, as Gods and mortals know, have caused the waters of the mounuains to desGend.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 5 59.8
मिमातु द्यौर् अदितिर् वीतये नः सꣳ दानुचित्रा उषसो यतन्ताम् । आचुच्यवुर् दिव्यꣳ कोशम् एत ऋषे रुद्रस्य मरुतो गृणानाः
mimātu dyaur aditir vītaye naḥ saṁ dānucitrā uṣaso yatantām | ācucyavur divyaṁ kośam eta ṛṣe rudrasya maruto gṛṇānāḥ
Let Dyaus bellow, and Aditi, for our enjoyment; let the dawns, bright with drops, array themselves together. These Maruts of Rudra, being praised, have shaken down the heavenly bucket, O seer.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
May Dyaus, the Infinite, roar for our banquet: may Dawns toil for us, glittering with moisture. Lauded by thee, these Maruts, Sons o Rudra, O R̥ishi, have sent down the heavenly treasure.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)