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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 7 — Chapter 25

RV 7 25.1

आ ते मह इन्द्रोत्य् उग्र समन्यवो यत् समरन्त सेनाः । पताति दिद्युन् नर्यस्य बाह्वोर् मा ते मनो विष्वद्र्य१ग् वि चारीत्

ā te maha indroty ugra samanyavo yat samaranta senāḥ | patāti didyun naryasya bāhvor mā te mano viṣvadrya1g vi cārīt

With your great help, O fierce Indra — when the armies, equal in fury, clash together — let the missile fly from the arms of the manly one; let not your mind stray off in all directions.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

WHEN with thy mighty help, O potent Indra, the armies rush together in their fury. When from the strong man's arm the lightning flieth, let not the mind go forth to side with others.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 7 25.2

नि दुर्ग इन्द्र श्नथिह्य् अमित्राꣳ अभि ये नो मर्तासो अमन्ति । आरे तꣳ शꣳसꣳ कृणुहि निनित्सोर् आ नो भर सम्भरणꣳ वसूनाम्

ni durga indra śnathihy amitrām̐ abhi ye no martāso amanti | āre taṁ śaṁsaṁ kṛṇuhi ninitsor ā no bhara sambharaṇaṁ vasūnām

Pierce down the foes in the narrow pass, Indra, the mortals who are minded against us. Put far away the speech of the one who would revile; bring us a full gathering of goods.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

O Indra, where the ground is hard to traverse, smite down our foes, the mortals who assail us, Keep far from us the curse of the reviler: bring us accumulated store of treasures.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 7 25.3

शतꣳ ते शिप्रिन्न् ऊतयः सुदासे सहस्रꣳ शꣳसा उत रातिर् अस्तु । जहि वधर् वनुषो मर्त्यस्यास्मे द्युम्नम् अधि रत्नꣳ च धेहि

śataṁ te śiprinn ūtayaḥ sudāse sahasraṁ śaṁsā uta rātir astu | jahi vadhar vanuṣo martyasyāsme dyumnam adhi ratnaṁ ca dhehi

A hundred aids be yours, O helmeted one, for Sudās, a thousand praises, and a gift as well. Strike down the weapon of the grudging mortal; set upon us brilliance and treasure.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

God of the fair helm, give Sudâs a hundred succours, a thousand blessings, and thy bounty. Strike down the weapon of our mortal foeman: bestow upon us splendid fame and riches.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 7 25.4

त्वावतो हीन्द्र क्रत्वे अस्मि त्वावतो ऽवितुः शूर रातौ । विश्वेद् अहानि तविषीव उग्रꣳ ओकः कृणुष्व हरिवो न मर्धीः

tvāvato hīndra kratve asmi tvāvato 'vituḥ śūra rātau | viśved ahāni taviṣīva ugram̐ okaḥ kṛṇuṣva harivo na mardhīḥ

For I am (dependent) on the resolve of one like you, Indra, on the giving of one like you, a protector, O hero. All the days long, O you full of might, O fierce one, O lord of the bays, make (this) your dwelling; do not slight (us).

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

I wait the power of one like thee, O Indra, gifts of a Helper such as thou art, Hero. Strong, Mighty God, dwell with me now and ever: Lord of Bay Horses, do not thou desert us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 7 25.5

कुत्सा एते हर्यश्वाय शूषम् इन्द्रे सहो देवजूतम् इयानाः । सत्रा कृधि सुहना शूर वृत्रा वयꣳ तरुत्राः सनुयाम वाजम्

kutsā ete haryaśvāya śūṣam indre saho devajūtam iyānāḥ | satrā kṛdhi suhanā śūra vṛtrā vayaṁ tarutrāḥ sanuyāma vājam

These Kutsas (send) a roar to the tawny-horsed one, seeking in Indra the might that the gods impel. Altogether make the Vṛtras easy to slay, O hero; may we, overcomers, win the prize.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Here are the Kutsas supplicating Indra for might, the Lord of Bays for God-sent conquest. Make our foes ever easy to be vanquished: may we, victorious, win the spoil, O Hero.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 7 25.6

एवा न इन्द्र वार्यस्य पूर्धि प्र ते महीꣳ सुमतिꣳ वेविदाम । इषम् पिन्व मघवद्भ्यः सुवीराꣳ यूयम् पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः

evā na indra vāryasya pūrdhi pra te mahīṁ sumatiṁ vevidāma | iṣam pinva maghavadbhyaḥ suvīrāṁ yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ

So then, Indra, fill us with what is desirable; may we find out your great favour. Swell nourishment rich in heroes for the bounteous patrons. Do you protect us always with your blessings.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

With precious things, O Indra, thus content us: may we attain to thine exalted favour. Send our chiefs plenteous food with hero children. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)