Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 7 — Chapter 68
RV 7 68.1
आ शुभ्रा यातम् अश्विना स्वश्वा गिरो दस्रा जुजुषाणा युवाकोः । हव्यानि च प्रतिभृता वीतꣳ नः
ā śubhrā yātam aśvinā svaśvā giro dasrā jujuṣāṇā yuvākoḥ | havyāni ca pratibhṛtā vītaṁ naḥ
Come, O gleaming Aśvins with your good horses, delighting, O wondrous ones, in the songs of him who is devoted to you; and take pleasure in our oblations set before you.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
COME, radiant Aṣvins, with your noble horses: accept your servant's hymns, ye Wonder-Workers: Enjoy oblations which we bring to greet you.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.2
प्र वाम् अन्धाꣳसि मद्यान्य् अस्थुर् अरꣳ गन्तꣳ हविषो वीतये मे । तिरो अर्यो हवनानि श्रुतꣳ नः
pra vām andhāṁsi madyāny asthur araṁ gantaṁ haviṣo vītaye me | tiro aryo havanāni śrutaṁ naḥ
The intoxicating juices have risen up for you; come in good time to the enjoyment of my oblation. Passing by the stranger's (offerings), hear our invocations.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The gladdening juices stand prepared before you: come quickly and partake of mine oblation. Pass by the calling of our foe and bear us.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.3
प्र वाꣳ रथो मनोजवा इयर्ति तिरो रजाꣳस्य् अश्विना शतोतिः । अस्मभ्यꣳ सूर्यावसू इयानः
pra vāṁ ratho manojavā iyarti tiro rajāṁsy aśvinā śatotiḥ | asmabhyaṁ sūryāvasū iyānaḥ
Your chariot, swift as thought, speeds forth across the airy spaces, O Aśvins of a hundred aids, coming for us, O you two whose wealth is the sun.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Your chariot with a hundred aids, O Aṣvins, beareth you swift as thought across the regions, Speeding to us, O ye whose wealth is Sûrya.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.4
अयꣳ ह यद् वाꣳ देवया उ अद्रिर् ऊर्ध्वो विवक्ति सोमसुद् युवभ्याम् । आ वल्गू विप्रो ववृतीत हव्यैः
ayaṁ ha yad vāṁ devayā u adrir ūrdhvo vivakti somasud yuvabhyām | ā valgū vipro vavṛtīta havyaiḥ
Since this god-seeking press-stone here, upright, speaks out for you two, pressing soma for you — let the inspired singer turn you two lovely ones hither with his oblations.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
What time this stone of yours, the Gods' adorer, upraised, sounds forth for you as Soma-presser, Let the priest bring you, Fair Ones, through oblations.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.5
चित्रꣳ ह यद् वाम् भोजनꣳ न्व् अस्ति न्य् अत्रये महिष्वन्तꣳ युयोतम् । यो वाम् ओमानꣳ दधते प्रियः सन्
citraṁ ha yad vām bhojanaṁ nv asti ny atraye mahiṣvantaṁ yuyotam | yo vām omānaṁ dadhate priyaḥ san
Since your nourishment is indeed wondrous, set down for Atri the portion abounding in greatness — for him who, being dear to you, receives your aid.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The nourishment ye have is, truly, wondrous: ye gave thereof a quickening store to Atri, Who being dear to you, receives your favour.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.6
उत त्यद् वाꣳ जुरते अश्विना भूच् च्यवानाय प्रतीत्यꣳ हविर्दे । अधि यद् वर्प इतऊति धत्थः
uta tyad vāṁ jurate aśvinā bhūc cyavānāya pratītyaṁ havirde | adhi yad varpa itaūti dhatthaḥ
And that (aid) of yours, O Aśvins, came to the aged Cyavāna, to the giver of oblation, as a thing to be met with — when you lay upon him a form that gives help from then on.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
That gift, which all may gain, ye gave Chyavâna, when he grew old, who offered you oblations, When ye bestowed on him enduring beauty.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.7
उत त्यम् भुज्युम् अश्विना सखायो मध्ये जहुर् दुरेवासः समुद्रे । निर् ईम् पर्षद् अरावा यो युवाकुः
uta tyam bhujyum aśvinā sakhāyo madhye jahur durevāsaḥ samudre | nir īm parṣad arāvā yo yuvākuḥ
And that Bhujyu, O Aśvins, his companions of evil ways abandoned in the midst of the sea; he who was devoted to you carried him out, though he was ungenerous.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
What time his wicked friends abandoned Bhujyu, O Aṣvins, in the middle of the ocean, Your horse delivered him, your faithful servant.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.8
वृकाय चिज् जसमानाय शक्तम् उत श्रुतꣳ शयवे हूयमाना । याव् अघ्न्याम् अपिन्वतम् अपो न स्तर्यꣳ चिच् छक्त्य् अश्विना शचीभिः
vṛkāya cij jasamānāya śaktam uta śrutaṁ śayave hūyamānā | yāv aghnyām apinvatam apo na staryaṁ cic chakty aśvinā śacībhiḥ
Be of avail even to the wolf, who was starving, and you two, being invoked, listened to Śayu — you who swelled the cow (with milk) as (you swelled) the waters; even for the barren one, O Aśvins, there is capability through your powers.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Ye lent your aid to Vr̥ika when exhausted, and listened when invoked to Ṣayu's calling. Ye made the cow pour forth her milk like water, and, Aṣvins, strengthened with your strength the barren.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 7 68.9
एष स्य कारुर् जरते सूक्तैर् अग्रे बुधान उषसाꣳ सुमन्मा । इषा तꣳ वर्धद् अघ्न्या पयोभिर् यूयम् पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
eṣa sya kārur jarate sūktair agre budhāna uṣasāṁ sumanmā | iṣā taṁ vardhad aghnyā payobhir yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
This poet here sings with well-made hymns, awake at the forefront of the dawns, of good thought. Let the cow make him grow with nourishment, with her milk-streams. 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 his fair hymns this singer, too, extols you, waking with glad thoughts at the break of morning. May the cow nourish him with milk to feed llim. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)