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Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 9114

SV 2 9114.1

प्रो ष्वस्मै पुरोरथमिन्द्राय शूषमर्चत । अभीके चिदु लोककृत्सङ्गे समत्सु वृत्रह । अस्माकं बोधि चोदिता नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु

pro ṣvasmai purorathamindrāya śūṣamarcata | abhīke cidu lokakṛtsaṅge samatsu vṛtraha | asmākaṃ bodhi coditā nabhantāmanyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

Sing forth for him, for Indra, the strengthening song — (for him) whose chariot goes in front — even in close encounter the maker of room, the slayer of Vṛtra in battles. Be our urger on. Let the bowstrings of those other (foes) snap upon their bows!

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Sing strength to Indra that shall. set his chariot in the foremost place! Giver of room in closest fight, slayer of foes in shock of war, be thou our great encorager! Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak mies!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 9114.2

त्वं सिन्धूंरवासृजोऽधराचो अहन्नहिं । अशत्रुरिन्द्र जज्ञिषे विश्वं पुष्यसि वार्यं । तं त्वा परि ष्वजामहे नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु

tvaṃ sindhūṃravāsṛjo'dharāco ahannahiṃ | aśatrurindra jajñiṣe viśvaṃ puṣyasi vāryaṃ | taṃ tvā pari ṣvajāmahe nabhantāmanyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

Thou didst release the rivers to flow downward; thou didst slay the serpent. Without a rival, Indra, wast thou born; thou makest all that is desirable thrive. Thee we embrace all about. Let the bowstrings of those other (foes) snap upon their bows!

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Thou didst destroy the Dragon: thou sentest the rivers down to Earth. Foeless, O Indra, wast thou born. Thou tendest well each choicest thing. Therefore we draw us close to thee. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak enemies! Destroyed be all malignitics and all our enemy's designs!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 9114.3

वि षु विश्वा अरातयोऽर्यो नशन्त नो धियः । अस्तासि शत्रवे वधं यो न इन्द्र जिघांसति । या ते रातिर्ददिवसु नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु

vi ṣu viśvā arātayo'ryo naśanta no dhiyaḥ | astāsi śatrave vadhaṃ yo na indra jighāṃsati | yā te rātirdadivasu nabhantāmanyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu

Let all the grudging enmities of the rival vanish utterly away; (let) our thoughts (prevail). Thou art the hurler of the death-weapon at the foe who would slay us. Whatever thy gift may be, O giver of goods — let the bowstrings of those other (foes) snap upon their bows!

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Thy bolt thou castest at the foe, O Indra, who would smite us dead: thy liberal bounty gives us wealth. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak enemies!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)