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Atharvaveda 20.62

Atharvavedasaṃhitā 20.62

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Sanskrit

20.62.1

vayám u tvā́m apūrvya sthūráṃ ná kác cid bháranto 'vasyávaḥ |
vā́je citráṃ havāmahe ||1||

20.62.2

úpa tvā kármann ūtáye sá no yúvográś cakrāma yó dhr̥ṣat |
tvā́m íd dhy àvitā́raṃ vavr̥máhe sákhāya indra sānasím ||2||

20.62.3

yó na idámidaṃ purā́ prá vásya āninā́ya tám u va stuṣe |
sákhāya índram ūtáye ||3||

20.62.4

háryaśvaṃ sátpatiṃ carṣaṇīsáhaṃ sá hí ṣmā yó ámandata |
ā́ tú naḥ sá vayati gávyam áśvyaṃ stotŕ̥bhyo maghávā śatám ||4||

20.62.5

índrāya sā́ma gāyata víprāya br̥haté br̥hát |
dharmakŕ̥te vipaścíte panasyáve ||5||

To Indra sing a Sāman, sing to the high Sage a lofty song, To him who keeps the Law, inspired and fain for praise.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1895, The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

20.62.6

tvám indrābhibhū́r asi tváṃ sū́ryam arocayaḥ |
viśvákarmā viśvádevo mahā́m̐ asi ||6||

Thou, Indra, art preeminent: thou gavest splendour to the Sun. Maker of all things, thou art mighty and All-God.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1895, The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

20.62.7

vibhrā́jaṃ jyótiṣā svàr ágacho rocanáṃ diváḥ |
devā́s ta indra sakhyā́ya yemire ||7||

Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realms: of heaven. The Gods, O Indra, strove to win thee for their friend.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1895, The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

20.62.8

tám v abhí prá gāyata puruhūtáṃ puruṣṭutám |
índraṃ gīrbhis taviṣám ā́ vivāsata ||8||

Sing forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many laud: Invite the potent Indra with your songs of praise;

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1895, The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

20.62.9

yásya dvibárhaso br̥hát sáho dādhā́ra ródasī |
girī́m̐r ájrām̐ apáḥ svàr vr̥ṣatvanā́ ||9||

Whose lofty might—for doubly strong is he—supports the heaven and earth, And hills and plains and floods and light with manly power.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1895, The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

20.62.10

sá rājasi puruṣṭutam̐ éko vr̥trā́ṇi jighnase |
índra jáitra śravasya ca yántave ||10||

Such, praised by many! thou art King. Alone thou smitest foe- men dead, To gain, O Indra, spoils of war and high renown.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1895, The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

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