Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 6 — Chapter 45
RV 6 45.1
य आनयत् परावतः सुनीती तुर्वशꣳ यदुम् । इन्द्रः स नो युवा सखा
ya ānayat parāvataḥ sunītī turvaśaṁ yadum | indraḥ sa no yuvā sakhā
He who brought Turvaśa and Yadu from afar with good leading — that Indra is our young friend.
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THAT Indra is our youthful Friend, who with his trusty guidance led Turvaṣa, Yadu from afar.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.2
अविप्रे चिद् वयो दधद् अनाशुना चिद् अर्वता । इन्द्रो जेता हितꣳ धनम्
avipre cid vayo dadhad anāśunā cid arvatā | indro jetā hitaṁ dhanam
Bestowing vital force even on one without an inspired priest, even with a horse that is not swift, Indra is the winner of the stake that has been set.
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Even to the dull and uninspired Indra, gives vital power, and wins Even with slow steed the offered prize.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.3
महीर् अस्य प्रणीतयः पूर्वीर् उत प्रशस्तयः । नास्य क्षीयन्त ऊतयः
mahīr asya praṇītayaḥ pūrvīr uta praśastayaḥ | nāsya kṣīyanta ūtayaḥ
Great are his leadings, and many his praises; his helps do not fail.
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Great are his ways of guiding us, and!nanilbld are Ins eulogies: His kind protections never fail.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.4
सखायो ब्रह्मवाहसे ऽर्चत प्र च गायत । स हि नः प्रमतिर् मही
sakhāyo brahmavāhase 'rcata pra ca gāyata | sa hi naḥ pramatir mahī
Friends, sing praise and chant forth to him who is conveyed by (our) formulations, for he is our great providence.
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Friends, sing your psalm and offer praise to him to whom the prayer is brought: For our great Providence is he.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.5
त्वम् एकस्य वृत्रहन्न् अविता द्वयोर् असि । उतेदृशे यथा वयम्
tvam ekasya vṛtrahann avitā dvayor asi | utedṛśe yathā vayam
You, O slayer of Vṛtra, are the helper of one, and of two, and of such a one as we are.
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Thou, Slaughterer of Vr̥itra, art Guardian and Friend of one and two, Yea, of a man like one of us.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.6
नयसीद् व् अति द्विषः कृणोष्य् उक्थशꣳसिनः । नृभिः सुवीर उच्यसे
nayasīd v ati dviṣaḥ kṛṇoṣy ukthaśaṁsinaḥ | nṛbhiḥ suvīra ucyase
You indeed lead (us) past hostilities; you make (us) reciters of hymns; by men you are called rich in heroes.
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Beyond men's hate thou leadest us, and givest cause to sing thy praise: Good hero art thou called by men.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.7
ब्रह्माणम् ब्रह्मवाहसꣳ गीर्भिः सखायम् ऋग्मियम् । गाꣳ न दोहसे हुवे
brahmāṇam brahmavāhasaṁ gīrbhiḥ sakhāyam ṛgmiyam | gāṁ na dohase huve
The formulator of prayer, whom prayer carries, the friend worthy of the ṛc — him I call with songs, as (one calls) a cow for milking.
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I call with hymns, as 'twere a cow to milk, the Friend who merits praise, The Brahman who accepts the prayer.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.8
यस्य विश्वानि हस्तयोर् ऊचुर् वसूनि नि द्विता । वीरस्य पृतनाषहः
yasya viśvāni hastayor ūcur vasūni ni dvitā | vīrasya pṛtanāṣahaḥ
In whose two hands they said all goods (are set) down, doubly — the hero's, the overpowerer of armies.
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Him in whose hands they say are stored all treasures from the days of old, The Hero, conquering in the fight.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.9
वि दृऴ्हानि चिद् अद्रिवो जनानाꣳ शचीपते । वृह माया अनानत
vi dṛḻhāni cid adrivo janānāṁ śacīpate | vṛha māyā anānata
Tear apart even the firm (strongholds) of the peoples, O wielder of the stone, O lord of power; rend away the magic arts, O unbending one.
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Lord of Strength, Caster of the Stone, destroy the firm forts built by men, And foil their arts, unbending God!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.10
तम् उ त्वा सत्य सोमपा इन्द्र वाजानाम् पते । अहूमहि श्रवस्यवः
tam u tvā satya somapā indra vājānām pate | ahūmahi śravasyavaḥ
You, just such as you are, O true soma-drinker, Indra, lord of prizes — you we have called, seeking fame.
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Thee, thee as such, O Lord of Power, O Indra, Soma-drinker, true, We, fain for glory, have invoked.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.11
तम् उ त्वा यः पुरासिथ यो वा नूनꣳ हिते धने । हव्यः स श्रुधी हवम्
tam u tvā yaḥ purāsitha yo vā nūnaṁ hite dhane | havyaḥ sa śrudhī havam
You, just such as you were of old, or such as you are now when the stake is set — to be invoked are you: hear the call.
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Such as thou wast of old, and art now to be called on when the prize lies ready, listen to our call.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.12
धीभिर् अर्वद्भिर् अर्वतो वाजाꣳ इन्द्र श्रवाय्यान् । त्वया जेष्म हितꣳ धनम्
dhībhir arvadbhir arvato vājām̐ indra śravāyyān | tvayā jeṣma hitaṁ dhanam
With insights, with racers, may we win racers and prizes bringing fame, O Indra — with you, the stake that is set.
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With hymns and coursers we will gain, Indra, through thee, both steeds and spoil Most glorious, and the proffered prize.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.13
अभूर् उ वीर गिर्वणो महाꣳ इन्द्र धने हिते । भरे वितन्तसाय्यः
abhūr u vīra girvaṇo mahām̐ indra dhane hite | bhare vitantasāyyaḥ
You have indeed become, O hero who longs for songs, great, O Indra, when the stake is set — in the contest one to be tugged at (from both sides).
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Thou, Indra, Lover of the Song, whom men must stir to help, hast been Great in the contest for the prize.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.14
या त ऊतिर् अमित्रहन् मक्षूजवस्तमासति । तया नो हिनुही रथम्
yā ta ūtir amitrahan makṣūjavastamāsati | tayā no hinuhī ratham
That help of yours, O slayer of foes, which will be the swiftest in speed — with that urge on our chariot.
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Slayer of foes, whatever aid of thine imparts the swiftest course, With that impel our car to speed.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.15
स रथेन रथीतमो ऽस्माकेनाभियुग्वना । जेषि जिष्णो हितꣳ धनम्
sa rathena rathītamo 'smākenābhiyugvanā | jeṣi jiṣṇo hitaṁ dhanam
So, best of charioteers, with our chariot that is yoked for the onset, win, O victorious one, the stake that is set.
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As skilfullest of those who drive the chariot, with our art and aim, O Conqueror, win the proffered prize.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.16
य एक इत् तम् उ ष्टुहि कृष्टीनाꣳ विचर्षणिः । पतिर् जज्ञे वृषक्रतुः
ya eka it tam u ṣṭuhi kṛṣṭīnāṁ vicarṣaṇiḥ | patir jajñe vṛṣakratuḥ
He who is the one alone — praise him — who was born as lord of the peoples, greatly active, of bullish resolve.
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Praise him who, Matchless and Alone, was born the Lord of living men, Most active, with heroic soul.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.17
यो गृणताम् इद् आसिथापिर् ऊती शिवः सखा । स त्वꣳ न इन्द्र मृऴय
yo gṛṇatām id āsithāpir ūtī śivaḥ sakhā | sa tvaṁ na indra mṛḻaya
You who have been the kinsman of the singers, with your help a kindly friend — you, O Indra, be gracious to us.
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Thou who hast been the singers' Friend, a Friend auspicious with thine aid, As such, O Indra, favour us.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.18
धिष्व वज्रꣳ गभस्त्यो रक्षोहत्याय वज्रिवः । सासहीष्ठा अभि स्पृधः
dhiṣva vajraṁ gabhastyo rakṣohatyāya vajrivaḥ | sāsahīṣṭhā abhi spṛdhaḥ
Set the vajra in your hands for the slaying of the rakṣas, O vajra-bearer; overpower the rivals.
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Grasp in thine arms the thunderbolt, O Thunder-armed, to slay the fiends: Mayst thou subdue the foemen's host.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.19
प्रत्नꣳ रयीणाꣳ युजꣳ सखायꣳ कीरिचोदनम् । ब्रह्मवाहस्तमꣳ हुवे
pratnaṁ rayīṇāṁ yujaṁ sakhāyaṁ kīricodanam | brahmavāhastamaṁ huve
The ancient yokemate of riches, the friend, the spurrer of the poor singer, him who best carries prayer, I call.
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I call the ancient Friend, allied with wealth, who speeds the lowly man, Him to whom chiefly prayer is brought.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.20
स हि विश्वानि पार्थिवाꣳ एको वसूनि पत्यते । गिर्वणस्तमो अध्रिगुः
sa hi viśvāni pārthivām̐ eko vasūni patyate | girvaṇastamo adhriguḥ
For he alone has mastery over all earthly goods, most fond of songs, of irresistible advance.
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For he alone is Lord of all the treasures of the earth: he speeds Hither, chief Lover of the Song.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.21
स नो नियुद्भिर् आ पृण कामꣳ वाजेभिर् अश्विभिः । गोमद्भिर् गोपते धृषत्
sa no niyudbhir ā pṛṇa kāmaṁ vājebhir aśvibhiḥ | gomadbhir gopate dhṛṣat
Fill up our desire with your niyut-teams, with prizes rich in horses and rich in cows, O lord of cattle, boldly.
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So with thy yoked teams satisfy our wish with power and wealth in steeds And cattle, boldly, Lord of kine!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.22
तद् वो गाय सुते सचा पुरुहूताय सत्वने । शꣳ यद् गवे न शाकिने
tad vo gāya sute sacā puruhūtāya satvane | śaṁ yad gave na śākine
Sing that (song) of yours at the pressing, together, to the much-invoked warrior — (that) which is a benefit, as to a mighty ox.
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Sing this, what time the ' juice is pressed, to him your Hero, Much-invoked, To please him as a mighty Steer.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.23
न घा वसुर् नि यमते दानꣳ वाजस्य गोमतः । यत् सीम् उप श्रवद् गिरः
na ghā vasur ni yamate dānaṁ vājasya gomataḥ | yat sīm upa śravad giraḥ
The good one surely does not hold back the gift of a prize rich in cows, when he hears the songs (addressed) to him.
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He, Excellent, withholdeth not his gift of power and wealth in kine, When he hath listened to our songs.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.24
कुवित्सस्य प्र हि व्रजꣳ गोमन्तꣳ दस्युहा गमत् । शचीभिर् अप नो वरत्
kuvitsasya pra hi vrajaṁ gomantaṁ dasyuhā gamat | śacībhir apa no varat
For surely the Dasyu-slayer will go forth to Kuvitsa's cow-filled pen; by his powers may he open it up for us.
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May he with might unclose for us the cow's stall, whosesoe'er it be, To which the Dasyu-slayer goes.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.25
इमा उ त्वा शतक्रतो ऽभि प्र णोनुवुर् गिरः । इन्द्र वत्सꣳ न मातरः
imā u tvā śatakrato 'bhi pra ṇonuvur giraḥ | indra vatsaṁ na mātaraḥ
These songs have bellowed out toward you, O Śatakratu, O Indra, as mother cows (bellow) toward the calf.
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O Indra Ṣatakratu, these our songs have called aloud to thee, Like mother cows to meet their calves.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.26
दूणाशꣳ सख्यꣳ तव गौर् असि वीर गव्यते । अश्वो अश्वायते भव
dūṇāśaṁ sakhyaṁ tava gaur asi vīra gavyate | aśvo aśvāyate bhava
Hard to exhaust is your friendship: you are a cow for the man who wants cattle, O hero; be a horse for the man who wants horses.
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Hard is thy love to win: thou art a Steer to him who longs for steers: Be to one craving steeds a Steed.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.27
स मन्दस्वा ह्य् अन्धसो राधसे तन्वा महे । न स्तोतारꣳ निदे करः
sa mandasvā hy andhaso rādhase tanvā mahe | na stotāraṁ nide karaḥ
So take your joy in the juice, for great bounty with your body; do not give the praiser over to scorn.
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Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence: Yield not thy singer to reproach.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.28
इमा उ त्वा सुते-सुते नक्षन्ते गिर्वणो गिरः । वत्सꣳ गावो न धेनवः
imā u tvā sute-sute nakṣante girvaṇo giraḥ | vatsaṁ gāvo na dhenavaḥ
These songs come to you at every pressing, O you who love songs, as milch cows (come) to the calf.
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These songs with every draught we pour come, Lover of the Song, to thee, As milch-kine hasten to their young
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.29
पुरूतमम् पुरूणाꣳ स्तोतॄणाꣳ विवाचि । वाजेभिर् वाजयताम्
purūtamam purūṇāṁ stotṝṇāṁ vivāci | vājebhir vājayatām
(You,) the most abundant of the many, in the contest of praisers, with the prizes of those who seek prizes —
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To thee most oft invoked, amid the many singers' rivalry Who beg with all their might for wealth.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.30
अस्माकम् इन्द्र भूतु ते स्तोमो वाहिष्ठो अन्तमः । अस्मान् राये महे हिनु
asmākam indra bhūtu te stomo vāhiṣṭho antamaḥ | asmān rāye mahe hinu
Let our praise-song be yours, Indra, the best conveying, the closest; speed us on to great wealth.
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Nearest and most attractive may our laud, O Indra come to thee. Urge thou us on to ample wealth.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.31
अधि बृबुः पणीनाꣳ वर्षिष्ठे मूर्धन्न् अस्थात् । उरुः कक्षो न गाङ्ग्यः
adhi bṛbuḥ paṇīnāṁ varṣiṣṭhe mūrdhann asthāt | uruḥ kakṣo na gāṅgyaḥ
Bṛbu has taken his stand upon the highest head of the Paṇis, broad like a thicket on the Ganges.
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Br̥ibu hath set himself above the Paṇis, o'er their highest head, Like the wide bush on Gangâ's bank.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.32
यस्य वायोर् इव द्रवद् भद्रा रातिः सहस्रिणी । सद्यो दानाय मꣳहते
yasya vāyor iva dravad bhadrā rātiḥ sahasriṇī | sadyo dānāya maṁhate
whose auspicious thousandfold gift runs swift as Vāyu's — at once he is liberal in giving.
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He whose good bounty, thousandfold, swift as the rushing of the wind, Suddenly offers as a gift.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 6 45.33
तत् सु नो विश्वे अर्य आ सदा गृणन्ति कारवः । बृबुꣳ सहस्रदातमꣳ सूरिꣳ सहस्रसातमम्
tat su no viśve arya ā sadā gṛṇanti kāravaḥ | bṛbuṁ sahasradātamaṁ sūriṁ sahasrasātamam
That indeed all the bards of the stranger always sing for us: Bṛbu, the greatest giver of thousands, the patron who wins thousands.
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So all our singers ever praise the pious Br̥ibu's noble deed, Chief, best to give his thousands, best to give a thousand liberal gifts.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)