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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 8 — Chapter 89

RV 8 89.1

बृहद् इन्द्राय गायत मरुतो वृत्रहꣳतमम् । येन ज्योतिर् अजनयन्न् ऋतावृधो देवꣳ देवाय जागृवि

bṛhad indrāya gāyata maruto vṛtrahaṁtamam | yena jyotir ajanayann ṛtāvṛdho devaṁ devāya jāgṛvi

Sing to Indra the lofty (chant), O Maruts, the most Vṛtra-slaying one, by which the increasers of ṛta begot the light, the wakeful god for the god.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

To Indra sing the lofty hymn, Maruts that slays the Vr̥itras best. Whereby the Holy Ones created for the God the light divine that ever wakes.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 8 89.2

अपाधमद् अभिशस्तीर् अशस्तिहाथेन्द्रो द्युम्न्य् आभवत् । देवास् त इन्द्र सख्याय येमिरे बृहद्भानो मरुद्गण

apādhamad abhiśastīr aśastihāthendro dyumny ābhavat | devās ta indra sakhyāya yemire bṛhadbhāno marudgaṇa

He blew away the accusations, he who destroys evil speech; then Indra became brilliant. The gods held themselves ready for friendship with you, O Indra of broad radiance, with the Marut troop.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Indra who quells the curse blew curses far away, and then in splendour came to us. Indra, refulgent with thy Marut host! the Gods strove eagerly to win thy love.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 8 89.3

प्र व इन्द्राय बृहते मरुतो ब्रह्मार्चत । वृत्रꣳ हनति वृत्रहा शतक्रतुर् वज्रेण शतपर्वणा

pra va indrāya bṛhate maruto brahmārcata | vṛtraṁ hanati vṛtrahā śatakratur vajreṇa śataparvaṇā

Chant forth your formula, Maruts, to lofty Indra: the Vṛtra-slayer of a hundred resolves will slay Vṛtra with the hundred-jointed mace.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Sing to your lofty Indra, sing, Maruts, a holy hymn of praise. Let Ṣatakratu, Vr̥itra-slayer, kill the foe with hundred-knotted thunderbolt.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 8 89.4

अभि प्र भर धृषता धृषन्मनः श्रवश् चित् ते असद् बृहत् । अर्षन्त्व् आपो जवसा वि मातरो हनो वृत्रꣳ जया स्वः

abhi pra bhara dhṛṣatā dhṛṣanmanaḥ śravaś cit te asad bṛhat | arṣantv āpo javasā vi mātaro hano vṛtraṁ jayā svaḥ

Attack boldly, O bold-minded one; let your fame indeed be lofty. Let the waters, the mothers, stream apart with speed; may you slay Vṛtra, may you win the sun.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Aim and fetch boldly forth, O thou whose heart is bold: great glory will be thine thereby. In rapid torrent let the mother waters spread. Slay Vr̥itra, win the light of heaven.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 8 89.5

यज् जायथा अपूर्व्य मघवन् वृत्रहत्याय । तत् पृथिवीम् अप्रथयस् तद् अस्तभ्ना उत द्याम्

yaj jāyathā apūrvya maghavan vṛtrahatyāya | tat pṛthivīm aprathayas tad astabhnā uta dyām

When you were born, O unprecedented Maghavan, for the slaying of Vṛtra, then you spread out the earth, then you propped up the sky as well.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

When thou, unequalled Maghavan, wast born to smite the Vr̥itras dead, Thou spreadest out the spacious earth and didst support and prop the heavens.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 8 89.6

तत् ते यज्ञो अजायत तद् अर्क उत हस्कृतिः । तद् विश्वम् अभिभूर् असि यज् जातꣳ यच् च जन्त्वम्

tat te yajño ajāyata tad arka uta haskṛtiḥ | tad viśvam abhibhūr asi yaj jātaṁ yac ca jantvam

Then your sacrifice was born, then the chant and the merry-making. Then you are the overpowerer of all that is born and all that is to be born.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

There was the sacrifice produced for thee, the laud, and song of joy, Thou in thy might surpassest all, all that now is and yet shall be.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 8 89.7

आमासु पक्वम् ऐरय आ सूर्यꣳ रोहयो दिवि । घर्मꣳ न सामन् तपता सुवृक्तिभिर् जुष्टꣳ गिर्वणसे बृहत्

āmāsu pakvam airaya ā sūryaṁ rohayo divi | gharmaṁ na sāman tapatā suvṛktibhir juṣṭaṁ girvaṇase bṛhat

You drove the cooked (milk) into the raw (cows); you made the sun climb in the sky. Like a gharma-pot, heat (it) with the sāman, with well-turned praises — the lofty (song) welcome to the one who longs for songs.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk. Thou madest Sûrya rise to heaven. Heat him as milk is heated with pure Sâma hymns, great joy to him who loves the song.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)