Samaveda — Purvarchika — Chapter 1208
SV 1 1208.1
अबोध्यग्निः समिधा जनानां प्रति धेनुमिवायतीमुषासं । यह्वा इव प्र वयामुज्जिहानाः प्र भानवः सस्रते नाकमच्छ
abodhyagniḥ samidhā janānāṃ prati dhenumivāyatīmuṣāsaṃ | yahvā iva pra vayāmujjihānāḥ pra bhānavaḥ sasrate nākamaccha
Agni has awakened by the kindling-wood of men, facing the Dawn who comes like a milk-cow. Like young (trees) shooting up into a branch, his rays have streamed forth toward the vault.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Agni is wakened by the people's fuel to meet the Dawn who cometh like a milch-cow. Like young trees shooting up on high their branches, his flames. are mounting to the vault of heaven.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 1 1208.2
प्र भूर्जयन्तं महां विपोधां मूरैरमूरं पुरां दर्माणम्। नयन्तं गीर्भिर्वना धियं धा हरिश्मश्रुं न वर्मणा धनर्चिम्
pra bhūrjayantaṃ mahāṃ vipodhāṃ mūrairamūraṃ purāṃ darmāṇam| nayantaṃ gīrbhirvanā dhiyaṃ dhā hariśmaśruṃ na varmaṇā dhanarcim
(I sing) forth the greatly conquering one, the great sustainer of inspired words, undeluded among the deluded, the breaker of strongholds, who leads the woods with songs, holding thought — like a gold-bearded one, flame-bright with his armour.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Set forth the gleaming one, the song-inspirer, not foolish with. the foolish, fort-destroyer, Who leadeth with his hymns to thought of conquest, gold-bearded, richly splendid with his armour
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 1 1208.3
शुक्रं ते अन्यद्यजतं ते अन्यद्विषुरूपे अहनी द्यौरिवासि । विश्वा हि माया अवसि स्वधावन्भद्रा ते पूषन्निह रातिरस्तु
śukraṃ te anyadyajataṃ te anyadviṣurūpe ahanī dyaurivāsi | viśvā hi māyā avasi svadhāvanbhadrā te pūṣanniha rātirastu
One (form) of yours is bright, another of yours is worthy of worship; you are like Heaven with his two days of unlike shape. For you aid all magic arts, O self-ruling one; may your gift here be auspicious, O Pūṣan.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Thou art like heaven: one form is bright, one holy, like Day and Night dissimilar in colour. All magic powers thou aidest, self-dependent! Auspicious bethy bounty here, O Pushan!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 1 1208.4
इडामग्ने पुरुदंसं सनिं गोः शश्वत्तमं हवमानाय साध । स्यान्नः सूनुस्तनयो विजावाग्ने सा ते सुमतिर्भूत्वस्मे
iḍāmagne purudaṃsaṃ saniṃ goḥ śaśvattamaṃ havamānāya sādha | syānnaḥ sūnustanayo vijāvāgne sā te sumatirbhūtvasme
O Agni, accomplish for him who calls upon (you) refreshment of many deeds, the gaining of cattle, most constant. May there be for us a son, an offspring, one who propagates the line; O Agni, may that favour of yours be ours.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
As holy food, Agni, to thine invoker give wealth in cattle, lasting, rich in marvels! To us be born a son and spreading offspring. Agni, be this thy gracious will to us-ward!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 1 1208.5
प्र होता जातो महान्नभोविन्नृषद्मा सीददपां विवर्ते । दधद्यो धायी सुते वयांसि यन्ता वसूनि विधते तनूपाः
pra hotā jāto mahānnabhovinnṛṣadmā sīdadapāṃ vivarte | dadhadyo dhāyī sute vayāṃsi yantā vasūni vidhate tanūpāḥ
Forth (has come) the hotṛ, born great, knower of the clouds, sitting among men — he has taken his seat at the turning of the waters; he who, being set, bestowed vital powers at the pressing, the giver of goods to the worshipper, the guardian of bodies.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Stablished to fill the juice with vital vigour, giver of wealth, guard of his servant's body, The great Priest, born, who knows the clouds, abider with men, is seated in the waters' eddy.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 1 1208.6
प्र सम्राजमसुरस्य प्रशस्तं पुंसः कृष्टीनामनुमाद्यस्य । इन्द्रस्येव प्र तवसस्कृतानि वन्दद्वारा वन्दमाना विवष्टु
pra samrājamasurasya praśastaṃ puṃsaḥ kṛṣṭīnāmanumādyasya | indrasyeva pra tavasaskṛtāni vandadvārā vandamānā vivaṣṭu
(I praise) forth the sovereign, the lauded one of the Asura, the male of the settled peoples, him who is to be gladdened; as (one praises) the deeds of mighty Indra — praising, with praising doors, let (my song) desire (him).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Let the song, honouring the best, with longing honour the Asura's most famous sovran, The deeds of him the mighty, deeds like Indra's, the manly one in whom the folk must triumph!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 1 1208.7
अरण्योर्निहितो जातवेदा गर्भ इवेत्सुभृतो गर्भिणीभिः । दिवेदिव ईड्यो जागृवद्भिर्हविष्मद्भिर्मनुष्येभिरग्निः
araṇyornihito jātavedā garbha ivetsubhṛto garbhiṇībhiḥ | divediva īḍyo jāgṛvadbhirhaviṣmadbhirmanuṣyebhiragniḥ
Jātavedas, laid down within the two fire-sticks, like an embryo well carried by pregnant women — Agni, to be invoked day after day by wakeful men who bring oblations.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
In the two kindling-blocks lies Jatavedas like the well-cherished germ in pregnant women,-- Agni who day by day must be entreated by men who watch provided with oblations.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 1 1208.8
सनादग्ने मृणसि यातुधानान्न त्वा रक्षांसि पृतनासु जिग्युः । अनु दह सहमूरान्कयादो मा ते हेत्या मुक्षत दैव्यायाः
sanādagne mṛṇasi yātudhānānna tvā rakṣāṃsi pṛtanāsu jigyuḥ | anu daha sahamūrānkayādo mā te hetyā mukṣata daivyāyāḥ
From of old, Agni, you crush the yātudhānas; the rakṣases have never conquered you in battles. Burn after (them), the flesh-eaters, root and all; let them not slip free of your divine weapon.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Agni, from days of old thou slayest demons: never shall Rakshasas in fight o'ercome thee. Burn up the foolish ones, raw flesh devourers: let none of them escape thine heavenly arrow!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)