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Rigveda 1.105

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.105

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Sanskrit

1.105.1

ca̱ndramā̍ a̱psv a1̱̍ntar ā su̍pa̱rṇo dhā̍vate di̱vi |
na vo̍ hiraṇyanemayaḥ pa̱daṁ vi̍ndanti vidyuto vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

WITHIN the waters runs the Moon, he with the beauteous wings in heaven. Ye lightnings with your golden wheels, men find not your abiding-place. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.2

artha̱m id vā u̍ a̱rthina̱ ā jā̱yā yu̍vate̱ pati̍m |
tu̱ñjāte̱ vṛṣṇya̱m paya̍ḥ pari̱dāya̱ rasa̍ṁ duhe vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Surely men crave and gain their wish. Close to her husband clings the wife. And, in embraces intertwined, both give and take the bliss of love. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.3

mo ṣu de̍vā a̱daḥ sva1̱̍r ava̍ pādi di̱vas pari̍ |
mā so̱myasya̍ śa̱mbhuva̱ḥ śūne̍ bhūma̱ kadā̍ ca̱na vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

O never may that light , ye Gods, fall from its station in the sky. Ne'er fail us one like Soma sweet, the spring of our felicity. Mark this my woe ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.4

ya̱jñam pṛ̍cchāmy ava̱maṁ sa tad dū̱to vi vo̍cati |
kva̍ ṛ̱tam pū̱rvyaṁ ga̱taṁ kas tad bi̍bharti̱ nūta̍no vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

I ask the last of sacrifice. As envoy he shall tell it forth. Where is the ancient law divine? Who is its new diffuser now? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.5

a̱mī ye de̍vā̱ḥ sthana̍ tri̱ṣv ā ro̍ca̱ne di̱vaḥ |
kad va̍ ṛ̱taṁ kad anṛ̍ta̱ṁ kva̍ pra̱tnā va̱ āhu̍tir vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Ye Gods who yonder have your home in the three lucid realms of heaven, What count ye truth and what untruth? Where is mine ancient call on you? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.6

kad va̍ ṛ̱tasya̍ dharṇa̱si kad varu̍ṇasya̱ cakṣa̍ṇam |
kad a̍rya̱mṇo ma̱has pa̱thāti̍ krāmema dū̱ḍhyo̍ vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

What is your firm support of Law? What Varuṇa's observant eye? How may we pass the wicked on the path of mighty Aryaman? Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.7

a̱haṁ so a̍smi̱ yaḥ pu̱rā su̱te vadā̍mi̱ kāni̍ cit |
tam mā̍ vyanty ā̱dhyo̱3̱̍ vṛko̱ na tṛ̱ṣṇaja̍m mṛ̱gaṁ vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

I am the man who sang of old full many a laud when Soma flowed. Yet torturing cares consume me as the wolf assails the thirsty deer. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.8

sam mā̍ tapanty a̱bhita̍ḥ sa̱patnī̍r iva̱ parśa̍vaḥ |
mūṣo̱ na śi̱śnā vy a̍danti mā̱dhya̍ḥ sto̱tāra̍ṁ te śatakrato vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Like rival wives on every side enclosing ribs oppress me sore. O Ṣatakratu, biting cares devour me, singer of thy praise, as rats devour the weaver's threads. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.9

a̱mī ye sa̱pta ra̱śmaya̱s tatrā̍ me̱ nābhi̱r āta̍tā |
tri̱tas tad ve̍dā̱ptyaḥ sa jā̍mi̱tvāya̍ rebhati vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Where those seven rays are shining, thence my home and family extend. This Trita Âptya knoweth well, and speaketh out for brotherhood. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.10

a̱mī ye pañco̱kṣaṇo̱ madhye̍ ta̱sthur ma̱ho di̱vaḥ |
de̱va̱trā nu pra̱vācya̍ṁ sadhrīcī̱nā ni vā̍vṛtur vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

May those five Bulls which stand on high full in the midst of mighty heaven, Having together swiftly borne my praises to the Gods, return. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.11

su̱pa̱rṇā e̱ta ā̍sate̱ madhya̍ ā̱rodha̍ne di̱vaḥ |
te se̍dhanti pa̱tho vṛka̱ṁ tara̍ntaṁ ya̱hvatī̍r a̱po vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

High in the mid ascent of heaven those Birds of beauteous pinion sit. Back from his path they drive the wolf as he would cross the restless floods. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.12

navya̱ṁ tad u̱kthya̍ṁ hi̱taṁ devā̍saḥ supravāca̱nam |
ṛ̱tam a̍rṣanti̱ sindha̍vaḥ sa̱tyaṁ tā̍tāna̱ sūryo̍ vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Firm is this new-wrought hymn of praise, and meet to be told forth, O Gods. The flowing of the floods is Law, Truth is the Sun's extended light. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.13

agne̱ tava̱ tyad u̱kthya̍ṁ de̱veṣv a̱sty āpya̍m |
sa na̍ḥ sa̱tto ma̍nu̱ṣvad ā de̱vān ya̍kṣi vi̱duṣṭa̍ro vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Worthy of laud, O Agni, is that kinship which thou hast with Gods. Here seat thee like a man: most wise, bring thou the Gods for sacrifice. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.14

sa̱tto hotā̍ manu̱ṣvad ā de̱vām̐ acchā̍ vi̱duṣṭa̍raḥ |
a̱gnir ha̱vyā su̍ṣūdati de̱vo de̱veṣu̱ medhi̍ro vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Here seated, man-like as a priest shall wisest Agni to the Gods Speed onward our oblations, God among the Gods, intelligent. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.15

brahmā̍ kṛṇoti̱ varu̍ṇo gātu̱vida̱ṁ tam ī̍mahe |
vy ū̍rṇoti hṛ̱dā ma̱tiṁ navyo̍ jāyatām ṛ̱taṁ vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Varuṇa makes the holy prayer. To him who finds the path we pray. He in the heart reveals his thought. Let sacred worship rise anew. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.16

a̱sau yaḥ panthā̍ ādi̱tyo di̱vi pra̱vācya̍ṁ kṛ̱taḥ |
na sa de̍vā ati̱krame̱ tam ma̍rtāso̱ na pa̍śyatha vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

That pathway of the Sun in heaven, made to be highly glorified, Is not to be transgressed, O Gods. O mortals, ye behold it not. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.17

tri̱taḥ kūpe 'va̍hito de̱vān ha̍vata ū̱taye̍ |
tac chu̍śrāva̱ bṛha̱spati̍ḥ kṛ̱ṇvann a̍ṁhūra̱ṇād u̱ru vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

Trita, when buried in the well, calls on the Gods to succour him. That call of his Bṛihaspati heard and released him from distress. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.18

a̱ru̱ṇo mā̍ sa̱kṛd vṛka̍ḥ pa̱thā yanta̍ṁ da̱darśa̱ hi |
uj ji̍hīte ni̱cāyyā̱ taṣṭe̍va pṛṣṭyāma̱yī vi̱ttam me̍ a̱sya ro̍dasī ||

A ruddy wolf beheld me once, as I was faring on my path. He, like a carpenter whose back is aching crouched and slunk away. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.105.19

e̱nāṅgū̱ṣeṇa̍ va̱yam indra̍vanto̱ 'bhi ṣyā̍ma vṛ̱jane̱ sarva̍vīrāḥ |
tan no̍ mi̱tro varu̍ṇo māmahantā̱m adi̍ti̱ḥ sindhu̍ḥ pṛthi̱vī u̱ta dyauḥ ||

Through this our song may we, allied with Indra, with all our heroes conquer in the battle. This prayer of ours may Varuṇa grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

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