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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 76

RV 9 76.1

धर्ता दिवः पवते कृत्व्यो रसो दक्षो देवानाम् अनुमाद्यो नृभिः । हरिः सृजानो अत्यो न सत्वभिर् वृथा पाजाꣳसि कृणुते नदीष्व् आ

dhartā divaḥ pavate kṛtvyo raso dakṣo devānām anumādyo nṛbhiḥ | hariḥ sṛjāno atyo na satvabhir vṛthā pājāṁsi kṛṇute nadīṣv ā

The upholder of heaven purifies himself, the effective sap, the skill of the gods, to be hailed by the men. The tawny one, let loose like a steed by the warriors, readily takes on his forms in the rivers.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

ON flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy. The Gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, impetuously winneth splendour in the streams.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 76.2

शूरो न धत्त आयुधा गभस्त्योः स्व१ः सिषासन् रथिरो गविष्टिषु । इन्द्रस्य शुष्मम् ईरयन्न् अपस्युभिर् इन्दुर् हिन्वानो अज्यते मनीषिभिः

śūro na dhatta āyudhā gabhastyoḥ sva1ḥ siṣāsan rathiro gaviṣṭiṣu | indrasya śuṣmam īrayann apasyubhir indur hinvāno ajyate manīṣibhiḥ

Like a hero he takes his weapons in his two hands, seeking to win the sun, a charioteer in the quests for cows. Rousing Indra's fury, the drop, urged on by the busy ones, is anointed by the thoughtful ones.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for the kine. Indu, while stimulating India's might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 76.3

इन्द्रस्य सोम पवमान ऊर्मिणा तविष्यमाणो जठरेष्व् आ विश । प्र णः पिन्व विद्युद् अभ्रेव रोदसी धिया न वाजाꣳ उप मासि शश्वतः

indrasya soma pavamāna ūrmiṇā taviṣyamāṇo jaṭhareṣv ā viśa | pra ṇaḥ pinva vidyud abhreva rodasī dhiyā na vājām̐ upa māsi śaśvataḥ

O Soma, self-purifying, showing your strength with your wave, enter into Indra's belly. Swell the two world-halves for us as lightning does the clouds; mete out prizes to us in succession, as (we do) with our thought.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Soma, as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou Indra's throat. Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us, as 'twere through song.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 76.4

विश्वस्य राजा पवते स्वर्दृश ऋतस्य धीतिम् ऋषिषाऴ् अवीवशत् । यः सूर्यस्यासिरेण मृज्यते पिता मतीनाम् असमष्टकाव्यः

viśvasya rājā pavate svardṛśa ṛtasya dhītim ṛṣiṣāḻ avīvaśat | yaḥ sūryasyāsireṇa mṛjyate pitā matīnām asamaṣṭakāvyaḥ

The king of all purifies himself for the sun-beholder; overpowering the ṛṣis, he has made the thought of ṛta bellow forth. He who is cleansed by the missile (?) of the Sun, the father of the hymns, whose poetic power is unattainable.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Onward he flows, the King of all that sees the light: the R̥ishis' Lord hath raised the song of sacrifice; Even he who is adorned with Sûrya's arrowy beam, Father of hymns, whose wisdom is beyond our reach.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 76.5

वृषेव यूथा परि कोशम् अर्षस्य् अपाम् उपस्थे वृषभः कनिक्रदत् । स इन्द्राय पवसे मत्सरिन्तमो यथा जेषाम समिथे त्वोतयः

vṛṣeva yūthā pari kośam arṣasy apām upasthe vṛṣabhaḥ kanikradat | sa indrāya pavase matsarintamo yathā jeṣāma samithe tvotayaḥ

Like a bull (over) the herds you flow around the vat, a bull in the lap of the waters, roaring again and again. You, most intoxicating, purify yourself for Indra, so that we, having you for helper, may win in the clash.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Like as a bull to herds, thou flowest to the pail, bellowing as a steer upon the water's lap. So, best of Cheerers, thou for Indra flowest on that we, with thy protection, may o'ercome in fight.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)