Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 8 — Chapter 98
RV 8 98.1
इन्द्राय साम गायत विप्राय बृहते बृहत् । धर्मकृते विपश्चिते पनस्यवे
indrāya sāma gāyata viprāya bṛhate bṛhat | dharmakṛte vipaścite panasyave
Sing a chant to Indra, a lofty (chant) to the lofty inspired one, to the maker of order, the discerning one, the praiseworthy.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
To Indra sing a Sâma hymn, a lofty song to Lofty Sage, To him who guards the Law, inspired, and fain for praise.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.2
त्वम् इन्द्राभिभूर् असि त्वꣳ सूर्यम् अरोचयः । विश्वकर्मा विश्वदेवो महाꣳ असि
tvam indrābhibhūr asi tvaṁ sūryam arocayaḥ | viśvakarmā viśvadevo mahām̐ asi
You, Indra, are the overcomer; you made the sun shine. You are the maker of all, the all-god, the great one.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Thou, Indra, art the Conqueror: thou gavest splendour to the Sun. Maker of all things, thou art Mighty and All-God.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.3
विभ्राजञ् ज्योतिषा स्व१र् अगच्छो रोचनꣳ दिवः । देवास् त इन्द्र सख्याय येमिरे
vibhrājañ jyotiṣā sva1r agaccho rocanaṁ divaḥ | devās ta indra sakhyāya yemire
Blazing forth with light, you went to the sun-light, to the bright realm of heaven; the gods, Indra, have submitted to friendship with you.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realm of heaven. ne Deities, Indra strove to win thee for their Friend.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.4
एन्द्र नो गधि प्रियः सत्राजिद् अगोह्यः । गिरिर् न विश्वतस् पृथुः पतिर् दिवः
endra no gadhi priyaḥ satrājid agohyaḥ | girir na viśvatas pṛthuḥ patir divaḥ
Come to us, Indra, dear, wholly victorious, not to be hidden, broad on all sides like a mountain, lord of heaven.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable, Vast as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of Heaven.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.5
अभि हि सत्य सोमपा उभे बभूथ रोदसी । इन्द्रासि सुन्वतो वृधः पतिर् दिवः
abhi hi satya somapā ubhe babhūtha rodasī | indrāsi sunvato vṛdhaḥ patir divaḥ
For you, O true one, O soma-drinker, have overcome both worlds; Indra, you are the strengthener of him who presses, lord of heaven.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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O truthful Soma-drinker, thou art mightier than both the worlds. Thou strengthenest him who pours libation, Lord of Heaven.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.6
त्वꣳ हि शश्वतीनाम् इन्द्र दर्ता पुराम् असि । हन्ता दस्योर् मनोर् वृधः पतिर् दिवः
tvaṁ hi śaśvatīnām indra dartā purām asi | hantā dasyor manor vṛdhaḥ patir divaḥ
For you, Indra, are the breaker of strongholds one after another, the slayer of the Dasyu, the strengthener of Manu, lord of heaven.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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For thou art he, O Indra, who stormeth all castles of the foe, Slayer of Dasyus, man's Supporter, Lord of Heaven.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.7
अधा हीन्द्र गिर्वण उप त्वा कामान् महः ससृज्महे । उदेव यन्त उदभिः
adhā hīndra girvaṇa upa tvā kāmān mahaḥ sasṛjmahe | udeva yanta udabhiḥ
So then, Indra, lover of songs, we have released our desires toward you, the great one, as those going to water (do) with the waters.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
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Now have we, Indra, Friend of Song, sent our great wishes forth to thee, Coming like floods that follow floods.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.8
वार् ण त्वा यव्याभिर् वर्धन्ति शूर ब्रह्माणि । वावृध्वाꣳसꣳ चिद् अद्रिवो दिवे-दिवे
vār ṇa tvā yavyābhir vardhanti śūra brahmāṇi | vāvṛdhvāṁsaṁ cid adrivo dive-dive
Like water by channels, the sacred formulas strengthen you, O hero, though you are already grown strong, O wielder of the stone, day by day.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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As rivers swell the ocean, so, Hero, our prayers increase thy might. Though of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.9
युञ्जन्ति हरी इषिरस्य गाथयोरौ रथ उरुयुगे । इन्द्रवाहा वचोयुजा
yuñjanti harī iṣirasya gāthayorau ratha uruyuge | indravāhā vacoyujā
With song they yoke the two bay horses of the impetuous one to the broad chariot with broad yoke — the two that draw Indra, yoked by a word.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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With holy song they bind to the broad wide-yoked car the Bay Steeds of the rapid God, Bearers of Indra, yoked by word.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.10
त्वꣳ न इन्द्रा भरꣳ ओजो नृम्णꣳ शतक्रतो विचर्षणे । आ वीरम् पृतनाषहम्
tvaṁ na indrā bharam̐ ojo nṛmṇaṁ śatakrato vicarṣaṇe | ā vīram pṛtanāṣaham
Bring to us, Indra, force and manly power, O you of a hundred powers, O keen-sighted one, (and bring) a hero who overcomes the battle-lines.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Ṣatakratu, thou most active, bring A hero conquering in war.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.11
त्वꣳ हि नः पिता वसो त्वम् माता शतक्रतो बभूविथ । अधा ते सुम्नम् ईमहे
tvaṁ hi naḥ pitā vaso tvam mātā śatakrato babhūvitha | adhā te sumnam īmahe
For you, good one, have become our father, you our mother, O you of a hundred powers; so we entreat your favour.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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For, gracious Ṣatakratu, thou hast ever been a Mother and a Sire to us, So now for bliss we pray to thee.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 8 98.12
त्वाꣳ शुष्मिन् पुरुहूत वाजयन्तम् उप ब्रुवे शतक्रतो । स नो रास्व सुवीर्यम्
tvāṁ śuṣmin puruhūta vājayantam upa bruve śatakrato | sa no rāsva suvīryam
To you, impetuous one, much-invoked, granting the prize, do I speak, O you of a hundred powers: grant us a wealth of heroes.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
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To thee, Strong, Much-invoked, who showest forth thy strength, O Ṣatakratu, do I speak: So grant thou us heroic strength.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)