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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 69

RV 9 69.1

इषुर् न धन्वन् प्रति धीयते मतिर् वत्सो न मातुर् उप सर्ज्य् ऊधनि । उरुधारेव दुहे अग्र आयत्य् अस्य व्रतेष्व् अपि सोम इष्यते

iṣur na dhanvan prati dhīyate matir vatso na mātur upa sarjy ūdhani | urudhāreva duhe agra āyaty asya vrateṣv api soma iṣyate

Like an arrow on the bow the thought is laid on (him); like a calf he has been let loose at the mother's udder; like one of broad streams she is milked as she comes at the outset, and Soma too is sped on in his observances.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

LAID like an arrow on the bow the hymn hath been loosed like a young calf to the udder of its dam. As one who cometh first with full stream she is milked the Soma is impelled to this man's holy rites.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.2

उपो मतिः पृच्यते सिच्यते मधु मन्द्राजनी चोदते अन्तर् आसनि । पवमानः सꣳतनिः प्रघ्नताम् इव मधुमान् द्रप्सः परि वारम् अर्षति

upo matiḥ pṛcyate sicyate madhu mandrājanī codate antar āsani | pavamānaḥ saṁtaniḥ praghnatām iva madhumān drapsaḥ pari vāram arṣati

The thought is mixed in, the honey is poured, the gladdening whip urges (him) on within the mouth; the self-purifying one, a continuous din as of men beating, the honeyed drop flows around the fleece.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth; And Pavamâna, like the shout of combatants, the drop rising in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.3

अव्ये वधूयुः पवते परि त्वचि श्रथ्नीते नप्तीर् अदितेर् ऋतꣳ यते । हरिर् अक्रान् यजतः सꣳयतो मदो नृम्णा शिशानो महिषो न शोभते

avye vadhūyuḥ pavate pari tvaci śrathnīte naptīr aditer ṛtaṁ yate | harir akrān yajataḥ saṁyato mado nṛmṇā śiśāno mahiṣo na śobhate

Seeking a bride he purifies himself in the sheep's fleece, upon the skin; the granddaughter of Aditi loosens (her bonds) for him who goes to ṛta; the tawny one has cried out, the adorable, the well-held exhilaration; sharpening his manly powers he shines like a buffalo.

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

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He flows about the sheep-skin, longing for a bride: he looses Aditi's Daughters for the worshipper. The sacred drink hath come, gold-tinted, well-restrained: like a strong Bull he shines, whetting his manly might.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.4

उक्षा मिमाति प्रति यन्ति धेनवो देवस्य देवीर् उप यन्ति निष्कृतम् । अत्य् अक्रमीद् अर्जुनꣳ वारम् अव्ययम् अत्कꣳ न निक्तम् परि सोमो अव्यत

ukṣā mimāti prati yanti dhenavo devasya devīr upa yanti niṣkṛtam | aty akramīd arjunaṁ vāram avyayam atkaṁ na niktam pari somo avyata

The bull bellows; the cows come to meet him; the goddesses approach the god's appointed place. He has stepped across the bright sheep's fleece; Soma has wrapped himself about as in a washed garment.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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The Bull is bellowing; the Cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own restingplace. Onward hath Soma passed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and hath, as 'twere, endued a garment newly washed.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.5

अमृक्तेन रुशता वाससा हरिर् अमर्त्यो निर्णिजानः परि व्यत । दिवस् पृष्ठम् बर्हणा निर्णिजे कृतोपस्तरणꣳ चम्वोर् नभस्मयम्

amṛktena ruśatā vāsasā harir amartyo nirṇijānaḥ pari vyata | divas pṛṣṭham barhaṇā nirṇije kṛtopastaraṇaṁ camvor nabhasmayam

With an unspoiled, gleaming garment the tawny immortal, making himself bright, has wrapped himself about; by his might he has made the back of heaven his bright robe, and the mist-like coverlet of the two bowls.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

The golden-hued, Immortal, newly bathed, puts on a brightly shining vesture that is never harmed. He made the ridge of heaven to be his radiant robe, by sprinkling of the bowls from moisture of the sky.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.6

सूर्यस्येव रश्मयो द्रावयित्नवो मत्सरासः प्रसुपः साकम् ईरते । तन्तुꣳ ततम् परि सर्गास आशवो नेन्द्राद् ऋते पवते धाम किꣳ चन

sūryasyeva raśmayo drāvayitnavo matsarāsaḥ prasupaḥ sākam īrate | tantuṁ tatam pari sargāsa āśavo nendrād ṛte pavate dhāma kiṁ cana

Like the rays of the sun, setting (things) running, the exhilarating (drops) stir forth together, rousing the sleeping. The swift outpourings (run) around the stretched thread: apart from Indra no domain purifies itself.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Even as the beams of Sûrya, urging men to speed, that cheer and send to sleep, together rush they forth, These swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.7

सिन्धोर् इव प्रवणे निम्न आशवो वृषच्युता मदासो गातुम् आशत । शꣳ नो निवेशे द्विपदे चतुष्पदे ऽस्मे वाजाः सोम तिष्ठन्तु कृष्टयः

sindhor iva pravaṇe nimna āśavo vṛṣacyutā madāso gātum āśata | śaṁ no niveśe dvipade catuṣpade 'sme vājāḥ soma tiṣṭhantu kṛṣṭayaḥ

Like swift (waters) in the downward slope of a river, the bull-shaken exhilarating draughts have reached their course. Weal be to us in our settlement, to two-footed and four-footed; may prizes and peoples, O Soma, abide with us.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

As down the steep slope of a river to the vale, drawn from the Steer the swift strong draughts have found a way. Well be it with the men and cattle in our home. May powers, O Soma, may the people stay with us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.8

आ नः पवस्व वसुमद् धिरण्यवद् अश्वावद् गोमद् यवमत् सुवीर्यम् । यूयꣳ हि सोम पितरो मम स्थन दिवो मूर्धानः प्रस्थिता वयस्कृतः

ā naḥ pavasva vasumad dhiraṇyavad aśvāvad gomad yavamat suvīryam | yūyaṁ hi soma pitaro mama sthana divo mūrdhānaḥ prasthitā vayaskṛtaḥ

Flow clear for us (what is) rich in goods, rich in gold, in horses, in cows, in barley, (bringing) good heroic strength. For you, O Soma, are my fathers, heads of heaven, set forth, makers of vigour.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Pour out upon us wealth in goods, in gold, in steeds, in cattle and in corn, and great heroic strength. Ye, Soma, are my Fathers, lifted up on high as heads of heaven and makers of the strength of life.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.9

एते सोमाः पवमानास इन्द्रꣳ रथा इव प्र ययुः सातिम् अच्छ । सुताः पवित्रम् अति यन्त्य् अव्यꣳ हित्वी वव्रिꣳ हरितो वृष्टिम् अच्छ

ete somāḥ pavamānāsa indraṁ rathā iva pra yayuḥ sātim accha | sutāḥ pavitram ati yanty avyaṁ hitvī vavriṁ harito vṛṣṭim accha

These self-purifying soma-drops have gone forth to Indra like chariots toward the winning. Pressed, they pass through the woollen filter, the tawny ones, leaving behind their covering, (going) toward the rain.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

These Pavamânas here, these drops of Soma, to Indra have sped forth like cars to booty. Effused, they pass the cleansing fleece, while, gold-hued, they cast their covering off to pour the rain down.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 69.10

इन्दव् इन्द्राय बृहते पवस्व सुमृऴीको अनवद्यो रिशादाः । भरा चन्द्राणि गृणते वसूनि देवैर् द्यावापृथिवी प्रावतꣳ नः

indav indrāya bṛhate pavasva sumṛḻīko anavadyo riśādāḥ | bharā candrāṇi gṛṇate vasūni devair dyāvāpṛthivī prāvataṁ naḥ

O drop, purify yourself for lofty Indra, very gracious, blameless, destroying foes. Bring glittering goods to the singer; O Heaven and Earth, with the gods further us.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

O Indu, flow thou on for lofty Indra, flow blameless, very gracious, foe-destroyer. Bring splendid treasures to the man who lauds thee. O Heaven and Earth, with all the Gods protect. us.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)