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Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 6211

SV 2 6211.1

अभि त्रिपृष्ठं वृषणं वयोधामाङ्गोषिणमवावशंत वाणीः । वना वसानो वरुणो न सिन्धूर्वि रत्नधा दयते वार्याणि

abhi tripṛṣṭhaṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ vayodhāmāṅgoṣiṇamavāvaśaṃta vāṇīḥ | vanā vasāno varuṇo na sindhūrvi ratnadhā dayate vāryāṇi

Toward the three-backed bull, the giver of vigour, the one who is hymned, the voices have bellowed; clothing himself in the wooden vessels like Varuṇa in the rivers, the treasure-giver apportions desirable things.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

To him, praiseworthy, sacred tones have sounded, Steer of the triple height, the life-bestower. Dwelling in wood, like Varuna, a river, lavishing treasure, he distributes blessings.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 6211.2

शूरग्रामः सर्ववीरः सहावान्जेता पवस्व सनिता धनानि । तिग्मायुधः क्षिप्रधन्वा समत्स्वषाढः साह्वान्पृतनासु शत्रून्

śūragrāmaḥ sarvavīraḥ sahāvānjetā pavasva sanitā dhanāni | tigmāyudhaḥ kṣipradhanvā samatsvaṣāḍhaḥ sāhvānpṛtanāsu śatrūn

Having a host of heroes, with all (your) men, mighty, a conqueror, flow clear as a winner of riches — sharp-weaponed, swift-bowed, unconquered in battles, overcoming foes in the fights.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Great conqueror, warrior girt, Lord of all heroes, flow on thy way as he who winneth riches: With sharpened arms, with swift bow, never vanquished in battle, vanquishing in fight the foemen!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 6211.3

उरुगव्यूतिरभयानि कृण्वन्त्समीचीने आ पवस्वा पुरन्धी । अपः सिषासन्नुषसः स्वा३र्गाः सं चिक्रदो महो अस्मभ्यं वाजान्

urugavyūtirabhayāni kṛṇvantsamīcīne ā pavasvā purandhī | apaḥ siṣāsannuṣasaḥ svā3rgāḥ saṃ cikrado maho asmabhyaṃ vājān

Making broad pasture and safety, flow into the two that are joined together, the two that hold much(?); seeking to win the waters, the dawns, the sun-light, roar out great prizes for us.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both heaven and earth with all their fulness! Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call to us abundant booty!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)