Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 7 — Chapter 23
RV 7 23.1
उद् उ ब्रह्माण्य् ऐरत श्रवस्येन्द्रꣳ समर्ये महया वसिष्ठ । आ यो विश्वानि शवसा ततानोपश्रोता म ईवतो वचाꣳसि
ud u brahmāṇy airata śravasyendraṁ samarye mahayā vasiṣṭha | ā yo viśvāni śavasā tatānopaśrotā ma īvato vacāṁsi
The prayers have risen up seeking fame; magnify Indra in the contest, Vasiṣṭha — he who has stretched over all things with his power, who will listen to the words of one like me.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
PRAYERS have been offered up through love of glory: Vasishṭha, honour Indra in the battle. He who with might extends through all existence hears words which I, his faithful servant, utter.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 23.2
अयामि घोष इन्द्र देवजामिर् इरज्यन्त यच् छुरुधो विवाचि । नहि स्वम् आयुश् चिकिते जनेषु तानीद् अꣳहाꣳस्य् अति पर्ष्य् अस्मान्
ayāmi ghoṣa indra devajāmir irajyanta yac churudho vivāci | nahi svam āyuś cikite janeṣu tānīd aṁhāṁsy ati parṣy asmān
A cry has been raised, Indra, akin to the gods, when in the dispute they strove for the spoils. For no one among men knows his own lifetime; carry us across those straits.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
A cry was raised which reached the Gods, O Indra, a cry to them to send us strength in combat. None among men knows his own life's duration: bear us in safety over these our troubles.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 23.3
युजे रथꣳ गवेषणꣳ हरिभ्याम् उप ब्रह्माणि जुजुषाणम् अस्थुः । वि बाधिष्ट स्य रोदसी महित्वेन्द्रो वृत्राण्य् अप्रती जघन्वान्
yuje rathaṁ gaveṣaṇaṁ haribhyām upa brahmāṇi jujuṣāṇam asthuḥ | vi bādhiṣṭa sya rodasī mahitvendro vṛtrāṇy apratī jaghanvān
I yoke the cattle-seeking chariot with the two bay horses; the prayers have come up to him as he takes delight. He has thrust the two world-halves apart by his greatness, Indra, having slain the Vṛtras, he who has no match.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The Bays, the booty-seeking car I harness: my prayers have reached him who accepts them gladly. Indra, when he had slain resistless foemen, forced with his might the two world-halves asunder.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 23.4
आपश् चित् पिप्युः स्तर्यो३ न गावो नक्षन्न् ऋतꣳ जरितारस् त इन्द्र । याहि वायुर् न नियुतो नो अच्छा त्वꣳ हि धीभिर् दयसे वि वाजान्
āpaś cit pipyuḥ staryo3 na gāvo nakṣann ṛtaṁ jaritāras ta indra | yāhi vāyur na niyuto no acchā tvaṁ hi dhībhir dayase vi vājān
Even the waters have swelled, like cows that were barren; your praisers, Indra, have reached the ṛta. Come to us as Vāyu comes with his teams, for you apportion the prizes according to (our) thoughts.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Like barren cows, moreover, swelled the waters: the singen sought thy holy rite, O Indra. Come unto us as with his team comes Vâyu: thou, through our solemn hymns bestowest booty.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 23.5
ते त्वा मदा इन्द्र मादयन्तु शुष्मिणꣳ तुविराधसꣳ जरित्रे । एको देवत्रा दयसे हि मर्तान् अस्मिञ् छूर सवने मादयस्व
te tvā madā indra mādayantu śuṣmiṇaṁ tuvirādhasaṁ jaritre | eko devatrā dayase hi martān asmiñ chūra savane mādayasva
Let those intoxications exhilarate you, Indra, the impetuous, of strong bounty toward the singer; for you alone among the gods show favour to mortals — be exhilarated at this pressing, hero.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
So may these gladdening draughts rejoice thee, Indra, the Mighty, very bounteous to the singer. Alone among the Gods thou pitiest mortals: O Hero, make thee glad at this libation.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 23.6
एवेद् इन्द्रꣳ वृषणꣳ वज्रबाहुꣳ वसिष्ठासो अभ्य् अर्चन्त्य् अर्कैः । स नः स्तुतो वीरवद् धातु गोमद् यूयम् पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
eved indraṁ vṛṣaṇaṁ vajrabāhuṁ vasiṣṭhāso abhy arcanty arkaiḥ | sa naḥ stuto vīravad dhātu gomad yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
Thus do the Vasiṣṭhas chant with their hymns to Indra, the bull with the mace in his arm. Praised, let him grant us (wealth) in men and in cattle. Do you protect us always with blessings.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Thus the Vasishṭhas glorify with praises Indra, the Powerful whose arm wields thunder. Praised, may he guard our wealth in kine and heroes. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)