Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 6302
SV 2 6302.1
प्रत्यस्मै पिपीषते विश्वानि विदुषे भर । अरङ्गमाय जग्मयेऽपश्चादध्वने नरः
pratyasmai pipīṣate viśvāni viduṣe bhara | araṅgamāya jagmaye'paścādadhvane naraḥ
Bring all things, O men, to him who thirsts (to drink), to the knowing one, who comes readily, who journeys, for whom the road lies not behind.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Bring forth oblations to the God who knoweth all, who fain would drink. The wanderer, lagging not behind the hero, coming nigh with, speed!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 6302.2
एमेनं प्रत्येतन सोमेभिः सोमपातमं । अमत्रेभिरृजीषिणमिन्द्रं सुतेभिरिन्दुभिः
emenaṃ pratyetana somebhiḥ somapātamaṃ | amatrebhirṛjīṣiṇamindraṃ sutebhirindubhiḥ
Come up to him with somas, to the greatest soma-drinker, with the bowls to Indra the ṛjīṣin, with the pressed drops.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
With Somas go ye nigh to him chief drinker of the Soma's. juice: With beakers to the impetuous God, to Indra with the flowing, drops!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 6302.3
यदी सुतेभिरिन्दुभिः सोमेभिः प्रतिभूषथ । वेदा विश्वस्य मेधिरो धृषत्तन्तमिदेषते
yadī sutebhirindubhiḥ somebhiḥ pratibhūṣatha | vedā viśvasya medhiro dhṛṣattantamideṣate
When with pressed drops, with somas, you wait upon (him) — the wise one knows all; boldly he presses on toward him.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
What time with Somas, with the drops effused,, ye come beforethe God, Full wise, he knows the hope of each, and, bold one strikes this. foe and that.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 6302.4
अस्माअस्मा इदन्धसोऽध्वर्यो प्र भरा सुतं । कुवित्समस्य जेन्यस्य शर्धतोऽभिशस्तेरवस्वरत्
asmāasmā idandhaso'dhvaryo pra bharā sutaṃ | kuvitsamasya jenyasya śardhato'bhiśasteravasvarat
For him, for him indeed, O adhvaryu, bring forward the pressed juice; surely he will cry away from us the curse of this overbearing noble one.
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, Adhvaryu! yea, to him give offerings of the juiceexpressed! Will he not keep us safely from the spiteful curse of each, presumptuous high-born foe?
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)