Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 8312
SV 2 8312.1
प्रति प्रियतमं रथं वृषणं वसुवाहनं । स्तोता वामश्विनावृषि स्तोमेभिर्भूषति प्रति माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवं
prati priyatamaṃ rathaṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ vasuvāhanaṃ | stotā vāmaśvināvṛṣi stomebhirbhūṣati prati mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havaṃ
Toward (you comes) the dearest chariot, the bullish one that carries good things: the praiser, the ṛṣi, adorns you two, O Aśvins, with songs of praise — O you two rich in honey, hear my call.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
To meet your treasure-bringing car, the car that is most dear to us, Asvins the Rishi is prepared, your worshipper with, songs of praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 8312.2
अत्यायातमश्विना तिरो विश्वा अहं सना । दस्रा हिरण्यवर्त्तनी सुषुम्णा सिन्धुवाहसा माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवं
atyāyātamaśvinā tiro viśvā ahaṃ sanā | dasrā hiraṇyavarttanī suṣumṇā sindhuvāhasā mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havaṃ
Come over here, O Aśvins, past all the ancient (obstacles?), you wondrous ones with golden tracks, well-disposed, bringing rivers — O honey-rich ones, hear my call.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Pass, Asvins, over all away. May I obtain you for myself, Wonderful, with your golden paths, most gracious, bringers of the flood! Lovers of sweetness, hear my call!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 8312.3
आ नो रत्नानि बिभ्रतावश्विना गच्छतं युवं । रुद्रा हिरण्यवर्त्तनी जुषाणा वाजिनीवसू माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवं
ā no ratnāni bibhratāvaśvinā gacchataṃ yuvaṃ | rudrā hiraṇyavarttanī juṣāṇā vājinīvasū mādhvī mama śrutaṃ havaṃ
Come to us, O Aśvins, bearing treasures, you two, O Rudras with golden tracks, well-pleased, rich in prize-mares — O honey-rich ones, hear my call.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Come to us, O ye Asvins twain, bringing your precious treasures, come Ye Rudras, on your paths of gold, rejoicing, with your store of wealth! Lovers of sweetness, hear my call!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)