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Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 3214

SV 2 3214.1

इन्द्रो मदाय वावृधे शवसे वृत्रहा नृभिः । तमिन्महत्स्वाजिषूतिमर्भे हवामहे स वाजेषु प्र नोऽविषत्

indro madāya vāvṛdhe śavase vṛtrahā nṛbhiḥ | taminmahatsvājiṣūtimarbhe havāmahe sa vājeṣu pra no'viṣat

Indra, the Vṛtra-slayer, has grown strong for rapture, for power, through the men. Him indeed we call in great contests and in small; may he aid us in the struggles for prizes.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

By men hath Indra been advanced, the Vritra-sIayer, to joy and strength. Him only we invoke for help in battles whether great or small be he our aid in deeds or might!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 3214.2

असि हि वीर सेन्योऽसि भूरि पराददिः । असि दभ्रस्य चिद्वृधो यजमानाय शिक्षसि सुन्वते भूरि ते वसु

asi hi vīra senyo'si bhūri parādadiḥ | asi dabhrasya cidvṛdho yajamānāya śikṣasi sunvate bhūri te vasu

For you, hero, belong to the army; you are one who gives much away; you are the strengthener even of the small man; you seek to help the sacrificer; for him who presses (soma), much wealth is yours.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

For, hero, thou art like a host, art giver of abundant spoil. Strengthening e'en the feeble, thou aidest the sacrificer, thou givest great wealth to him who pours.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 3214.3

यदुदीरत आजयो धृष्णवे धीयते धनां । युङ्क्ष्वा मदच्युता हरी कं हनः कं वसौ दधोऽस्मां इन्द्र वसौ दधः

yadudīrata ājayo dhṛṣṇave dhīyate dhanāṃ | yuṅkṣvā madacyutā harī kaṃ hanaḥ kaṃ vasau dadho'smāṃ indra vasau dadhaḥ

When the contests arise, the stakes are set for the bold one; yoke the two bay horses that shake with rapture. Whom will you slay, whom will you set in wealth? Set us, Indra, in wealth.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

When war and battles are on foot, booty is offered to the bold. Yoke thou thy wildly-rushing bays! Whom wilt thou slay, and whom enrich? Do thou, O Indra, make us rich!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)