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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 83

RV 9 83.1

पवित्रꣳ ते विततम् ब्रह्मणस् पते प्रभुर् गात्राणि पर्य् एषि विश्वतः । अतप्ततनूर् न तद् आमो अश्नुते शृतास इद् वहन्तस् तत् सम् आशत

pavitraṁ te vitatam brahmaṇas pate prabhur gātrāṇi pary eṣi viśvataḥ | ataptatanūr na tad āmo aśnute śṛtāsa id vahantas tat sam āśata

Your filter is stretched out, O Brahmaṇaspati; as lord you go around the limbs on every side. The raw one, whose body is not heated, does not attain that; only the cooked ones, carrying it, have reached it.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

SPREAD is thy cleansing filter, Brahmaṇaspati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs from every side. The raw, whose mass hath not been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 83.2

तपोष् पवित्रꣳ विततꣳ दिवस् पदे शोचन्तो अस्य तन्तवो व्य् अस्थिरन् । अवन्त्य् अस्य पवीतारम् आशवो दिवस् पृष्ठम् अधि तिष्ठन्ति चेतसा

tapoṣ pavitraṁ vitataṁ divas pade śocanto asya tantavo vy asthiran | avanty asya pavītāram āśavo divas pṛṣṭham adhi tiṣṭhanti cetasā

The filter of the glowing one is stretched out in the station of heaven; its blazing threads have spread apart. His swift ones help the purifier; with their mind they stand upon the back of heaven.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering with light. The Swift Ones favour him who purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 83.3

अरूरुचद् उषसः पृश्निर् अग्रिय उक्षा बिभर्ति भुवनानि वाजयुः । मायाविनो ममिरे अस्य मायया नृचक्षसः पितरो गर्भम् आ दधुः

arūrucad uṣasaḥ pṛśnir agriya ukṣā bibharti bhuvanāni vājayuḥ | māyāvino mamire asya māyayā nṛcakṣasaḥ pitaro garbham ā dadhuḥ

The dappled one, the foremost, has made the dawns shine; the bull, seeking the prize, bears the worlds. The possessors of magic have measured (things) out by his magic; the fathers whose gaze is on men have laid down the embryo.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

The foremost spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be. By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ,

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 83.4

गन्धर्व इत्था पदम् अस्य रक्षति पाति देवानाꣳ जनिमान्य् अद्भुतः । गृभ्णाति रिपुꣳ निधया निधापतिः सुकृत्तमा मधुनो भक्षम् आशत

gandharva itthā padam asya rakṣati pāti devānāṁ janimāny adbhutaḥ | gṛbhṇāti ripuṁ nidhayā nidhāpatiḥ sukṛttamā madhuno bhakṣam āśata

Thus the Gandharva guards his track; the wondrous one protects the generations of the gods. The lord of the snare seizes the deceiver with the snare; those who act best have obtained a portion of the honey.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Gandharva verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the Gods. Lord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 83.5

हविर् हविष्मो महि सद्म दैव्यꣳ नभो वसानः परि यास्य् अध्वरम् । राजा पवित्ररथो वाजम् आरुहः सहस्रभृष्टिर् जयसि श्रवो बृहत्

havir haviṣmo mahi sadma daivyaṁ nabho vasānaḥ pari yāsy adhvaram | rājā pavitraratho vājam āruhaḥ sahasrabhṛṣṭir jayasi śravo bṛhat

An oblation, possessing oblations, (you go) around the great divine seat; clothing yourself in cloud you go around the rite. King with the filter for your chariot, you have mounted the prize; with a thousand points you win lofty fame.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, thou corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of Gods. King, on thy chariot-sieve thou goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)