Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 79
RV 9 79.1
अचोदसो नो धन्वन्त्व् इन्दवः प्र सुवानासो बृहद्दिवेषु हरयः । वि च नशन् न इषो अरातयो ऽर्यो नशन्त सनिषन्त नो धियः
acodaso no dhanvantv indavaḥ pra suvānāso bṛhaddiveṣu harayaḥ | vi ca naśan na iṣo arātayo 'ryo naśanta saniṣanta no dhiyaḥ
Unurged let our drops run forth, the bay ones, pressed out in the high heavens. And let the hostilities be lost, away from our food; let the stranger's (grudges) be lost; let our prayers gain (their end).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
SPONTANEOUS let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed, golden-hued, among the Gods of lofty heaven. Perish among us they who give no gifts of food! perish the godless! May our prayers obtain success.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 79.2
प्र णो धन्वन्त्व् इन्दवो मदच्युतो धना वा येभिर् अर्वतो जुनीमसि । तिरो मर्तस्य कस्य चित् परिह्वृतिꣳ वयꣳ धनानि विश्वधा भरेमहि
pra ṇo dhanvantv indavo madacyuto dhanā vā yebhir arvato junīmasi | tiro martasya kasya cit parihvṛtiṁ vayaṁ dhanāni viśvadhā bharemahi
And he is a foe from his own niggardliness, and from another's niggardliness he is a wolf. Like thirst in a desert let (it) assail them — O Soma Pavamāna, slay the ill-minded ones.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Forward to us the drops, distilling meath, shall flow, like riches for whose sake we urge the horses on. Beyond the crafty hindering of all mortal men may we continually bear precious wealth away.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 79.3
उत स्वस्या अरात्या अरिर् हि ष उतान्यस्या अरात्या वृको हि षः । धन्वन् न तृष्णा सम् अरीत ताꣳ अभि सोम जहि पवमान दुराध्यः
uta svasyā arātyā arir hi ṣa utānyasyā arātyā vṛko hi ṣaḥ | dhanvan na tṛṣṇā sam arīta tām̐ abhi soma jahi pavamāna durādhyaḥ
In heaven at the navel is your highest (part), which took (you) up; on the back of the earth your shoots have grown. The stones chew you upon the cowhide; in the waters the thoughtful ones have milked you out with their hands.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Yea, yerily, foe of hate shown to himself is he, yea, verity, destroyer too of other hate. As thirst subdueth in the desert, conquer thou, O Soma Pavarnana, men of evil thoughts.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 79.4
दिवि ते नाभा परमो य आददे पृथिव्यास् ते रुरुहुः सानवि क्षिपः । अद्रयस् त्वा बप्सति गोर् अधि त्वच्य् अ१प्सु त्वा हस्तैर् दुदुहुर् मनीषिणः
divi te nābhā paramo ya ādade pṛthivyās te ruruhuḥ sānavi kṣipaḥ | adrayas tvā bapsati gor adhi tvacy a1psu tvā hastair duduhur manīṣiṇaḥ
Thus, O Indu, the foremost (women), the attendants, thrust out your strong, well-formed juice. O Pavamāna, overcome every scorn; let your vehemence, your dear intoxication, become manifest.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Near kin to thee is he, raised loftiest in the heavens: upon the earth's high ridge thy scions have grown forth. The press-stones chew and crunch thee on the ox's hide: sages have milked thee with their hands into the streams.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 79.5
एवा त इन्दो सुभ्वꣳ सुपेशसꣳ रसꣳ तुञ्जन्ति प्रथमा अभिश्रियः । निदꣳ-निदम् पवमान नि तारिष आविस् ते शुष्मो भवतु प्रियो मदः
evā ta indo subhvaṁ supeśasaṁ rasaṁ tuñjanti prathamā abhiśriyaḥ | nidaṁ-nidam pavamāna ni tāriṣa āvis te śuṣmo bhavatu priyo madaḥ
The stream of man-beholding Soma purifies itself; by ṛta it calls the gods down from heaven. O Bṛhaspati, it flashes out with a roar; like oceans the pressings have held (it) within them.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
So do they hurry on thy strong and beauteous juice, O Indu, as the first ingredient of the draught. Bring low, thou Pavamâna, every single foe, and be thy might shown forth as sweet and gladdening drink.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)