Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 110

RV 9 110.1

पर्य् ऊ षु प्र धन्व वाजसातये परि वृत्राणि सक्षणिः । द्विषस् तरध्या ऋणया न ईयसे

pary ū ṣu pra dhanva vājasātaye pari vṛtrāṇi sakṣaṇiḥ | dviṣas taradhyā ṛṇayā na īyase

Run forth well round about, for the winning of the prize; round about, overcoming the obstructions. You go as an exactor of debt for us, so as to cross over the hatreds.

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RV 9 110.2

अनु हि त्वा सुतꣳ सोम मदामसि महे समर्यराज्ये । वाजाꣳ अभि पवमान प्र गाहसे

anu hi tvā sutaṁ soma madāmasi mahe samaryarājye | vājām̐ abhi pavamāna pra gāhase

For we take delight in you, pressed, O Soma, in the great kingship of the contest; toward the prizes, O Pavamāna, you plunge forward.

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RV 9 110.3

अजीजनो हि पवमान सूर्यꣳ विधारे शक्मना पयः । गोजीरया रꣳहमाणः पुरꣳध्या

ajījano hi pavamāna sūryaṁ vidhāre śakmanā payaḥ | gojīrayā raṁhamāṇaḥ puraṁdhyā

For you, O Pavamāna, have begotten the sun, (and) the milk in the container, by your skill, rushing on with the abundance that is quickened by the cows.

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RV 9 110.4

अजीजनो अमृत मर्त्येष्व् आꣳ ऋतस्य धर्मन्न् अमृतस्य चारुणः । सदासरो वाजम् अच्छा सनिष्यदत्

ajījano amṛta martyeṣv ām̐ ṛtasya dharmann amṛtasya cāruṇaḥ | sadāsaro vājam acchā saniṣyadat

You have begotten, O immortal one, among the mortals, at the ordinance of ṛta, of the dear immortal (draught); ever did you run toward the prize, streaming to win it.

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RV 9 110.5

अभ्य्-अभि हि श्रवसा ततर्दिथोत्सꣳ न कꣳ चिज् जनपानम् अक्षितम् । शर्याभिर् न भरमाणो गभस्त्योः

abhy-abhi hi śravasā tatardithotsaṁ na kaṁ cij janapānam akṣitam | śaryābhir na bharamāṇo gabhastyoḥ

For with your fame you have bored through, again and again, like some inexhaustible spring that men drink from, like one carrying arrows in both hands.

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RV 9 110.6

आद् ईꣳ के चित् पश्यमानास आप्यꣳ वसुरुचो दिव्या अभ्य् अनूषत । वारꣳ न देवः सविता व्य् ऊर्णुते

ād īṁ ke cit paśyamānāsa āpyaṁ vasuruco divyā abhy anūṣata | vāraṁ na devaḥ savitā vy ūrṇute

Then certain ones, seeing the kinship — the heavenly ones, shining with goods — cried out toward him; he uncovers (it) as the god Savitṛ (uncovers) the opening.

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RV 9 110.7

त्वे सोम प्रथमा वृक्तबर्हिषो महे वाजाय श्रवसे धियꣳ दधुः । स त्वꣳ नो वीर वीर्याय चोदय

tve soma prathamā vṛktabarhiṣo mahe vājāya śravase dhiyaṁ dadhuḥ | sa tvaṁ no vīra vīryāya codaya

In you, Soma, the first ones, with the barhis twisted (into place), set their thought, for the great prize and for fame; so do you, O hero, spur us on to heroic deed.

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RV 9 110.8

दिवः पीयूषम् पूर्व्यꣳ यद् उक्थ्यम् महो गाहाद् दिव आ निर् अधुक्षत । इन्द्रम् अभि जायमानꣳ सम् अस्वरन्

divaḥ pīyūṣam pūrvyaṁ yad ukthyam maho gāhād diva ā nir adhukṣata | indram abhi jāyamānaṁ sam asvaran

The first milk of heaven, which is fit for the recitation, they milked out from the great depth of heaven; they sang together toward Indra as he was being born.

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RV 9 110.9

अध यद् इमे पवमान रोदसी इमा च विश्वा भुवनाभि मज्मना । यूथे न निष्ठा वृषभो वि तिष्ठसे

adha yad ime pavamāna rodasī imā ca viśvā bhuvanābhi majmanā | yūthe na niṣṭhā vṛṣabho vi tiṣṭhase

Then, O Pavamāna, since (you surpass) these two world-halves and all these beings with your greatness, you spread yourself out like a bull standing in the herd.

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RV 9 110.10

सोमः पुनानो अव्यये वारे शिशुर् न क्रीऴन् पवमानो अक्षाः । सहस्रधारः शतवाज इन्दुः

somaḥ punāno avyaye vāre śiśur na krīḻan pavamāno akṣāḥ | sahasradhāraḥ śatavāja induḥ

Soma, being purified in the sheep's fleece, flowing, has run like a child at play — the drop of a thousand streams, of a hundred prizes.

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RV 9 110.11

एष पुनानो मधुमाꣳ ऋतावेन्द्रायेन्दुः पवते स्वादुर् ऊर्मिः । वाजसनिर् वरिवोविद् वयोधाः

eṣa punāno madhumām̐ ṛtāvendrāyenduḥ pavate svādur ūrmiḥ | vājasanir varivovid vayodhāḥ

This drop, purified, rich in honey, possessed of ṛta, flows for Indra, a sweet wave — winner of the prize, finder of open space, bestower of vigour.

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RV 9 110.12

स पवस्व सहमानः पृतन्यून् सेधन् रक्षाꣳस्य् अप दुर्गहाणि । स्वायुधः सासह्वान् सोम शत्रून्

sa pavasva sahamānaḥ pṛtanyūn sedhan rakṣāṁsy apa durgahāṇi | svāyudhaḥ sāsahvān soma śatrūn

Flow clear, then, overcoming those who attack, driving off the demons and the pitfalls; well-armed, having vanquished (our) rivals, O Soma.

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