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Rigveda 1.118

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.118

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1.118.1

ā vā̱ṁ ratho̍ aśvinā śye̱napa̍tvā sumṛḻī̱kaḥ svavā̍m̐ yātv a̱rvāṅ |
yo martya̍sya̱ mana̍so̱ javī̍yān trivandhu̱ro vṛ̍ṣaṇā̱ vāta̍raṁhāḥ ||

FLYING, with falcons, may your chariot, Aṣvins, most gracious, bringing friendly help, come hither,– Your chariot, swifter than the mind of mortal, fleet as the wind, three-seated O ye Mighty.

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

1.118.2

tri̱va̱ndhu̱reṇa̍ tri̱vṛtā̱ rathe̍na trica̱kreṇa̍ su̱vṛtā yā̍tam a̱rvāk |
pinva̍ta̱ṁ gā jinva̍ta̱m arva̍to no va̱rdhaya̍tam aśvinā vī̱ram a̱sme ||

Come to us with your chariot triple seated, three-wheeled, of triple form, that rolleth lightly. Fill full our cows, give mettle to our horses, and make each hero son grow strong, O Aṣvins.

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

1.118.3

pra̱vadyā̍manā su̱vṛtā̱ rathe̍na̱ dasrā̍v i̱maṁ śṛ̍ṇuta̱ṁ śloka̱m adre̍ḥ |
kim a̱ṅga vā̱m praty ava̍rti̱ṁ gami̍ṣṭhā̱hur viprā̍so aśvinā purā̱jāḥ ||

With your well-rolling car, descending swiftly, hear this the press-stone's song, ye Wonder- Workers. How then have ancient sages said, O Aṣvins, that ye most swiftly come to stay affliction?

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

1.118.4

ā vā̍ṁ śye̱nāso̍ aśvinā vahantu̱ rathe̍ yu̱ktāsa̍ ā̱śava̍ḥ pata̱ṁgāḥ |
ye a̱pturo̍ di̱vyāso̱ na gṛdhrā̍ a̱bhi prayo̍ nāsatyā̱ vaha̍nti ||

O Aṣvins, let your falcons bear you hither, yoked to your chariot, swift, with flying pinions, Which, ever active, like the airy eagles, carry you, O Nâsatyas, to the banquet.

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

1.118.5

ā vā̱ṁ ratha̍ṁ yuva̱tis ti̍ṣṭha̱d atra̍ ju̱ṣṭvī na̍rā duhi̱tā sūrya̍sya |
pari̍ vā̱m aśvā̱ vapu̍ṣaḥ pata̱ṁgā vayo̍ vahantv aru̱ṣā a̱bhīke̍ ||

The youthful Daughter of the Sun, delighting in you, ascended there your chariot, Heroes. Borne on their swift wings let your beauteous horses, your birds of ruddy hue, convey you near us.

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

1.118.6

ud vanda̍nam airataṁ da̱ṁsanā̍bhi̱r ud re̱bhaṁ da̍srā vṛṣaṇā̱ śacī̍bhiḥ |
niṣ ṭau̱gryam pā̍rayathaḥ samu̱drāt puna̱ś cyavā̍naṁ cakrathu̱r yuvā̍nam ||

Ye raised up Vandana, strong WonderWorkers! with great might, and with power ye rescued Rebha. From out the sea ye saved the son of Tugra, and gave his youth again unto Chyavâna.

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

1.118.7

yu̱vam atra̱ye 'va̍nītāya ta̱ptam ūrja̍m o̱māna̍m aśvināv adhattam |
yu̱vaṁ kaṇvā̱yāpi̍riptāya̱ cakṣu̱ḥ praty a̍dhattaṁ suṣṭu̱tiṁ ju̍juṣā̱ṇā ||

To Atri, cast down to the fire that scorched him, ye gave, O Aṣvins, strengthening food and favour. Accepting his fair praises with approval, ye gave his eyes again to blinded Kaṇva.

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

1.118.8

yu̱vaṁ dhe̱nuṁ śa̱yave̍ nādhi̱tāyāpi̍nvatam aśvinā pū̱rvyāya̍ |
amu̍ñcata̱ṁ varti̍kā̱m aṁha̍so̱ niḥ prati̱ jaṅghā̍ṁ vi̱śpalā̍yā adhattam ||

For ancient Sayti in his sore affliction ye caused his cow to swell with milk, O Aṣvins. The quail from her great misery ye delivered, and a new leg for Vispala provided.

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

1.118.9

yu̱vaṁ śve̱tam pe̱dava̱ indra̍jūtam ahi̱hana̍m aśvinādatta̱m aśva̍m |
jo̱hūtra̍m a̱ryo a̱bhibhū̍tim u̱graṁ sa̍hasra̱sāṁ vṛṣa̍ṇaṁ vī̱ḍva̍ṅgam ||

A white horse, Aṣvins, ye bestowed on Pedu, a serpent-slaying steed sent down by Indra, Loud-neighing, conquering the foe, highmettled, firm-limbed and vigorous, winning thousand treasures.

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

1.118.10

tā vā̍ṁ narā̱ sv ava̍se sujā̱tā havā̍mahe aśvinā̱ nādha̍mānāḥ |
ā na̱ upa̱ vasu̍matā̱ rathe̍na̱ giro̍ juṣā̱ṇā su̍vi̱tāya̍ yātam ||

Such as ye are, O nobly horn, O Heroes, we in our trouble call on you for succour. Accepting these our songs, for our wellbeing come to us on your chariot treasure-laden.

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

1.118.11

ā śye̱nasya̱ java̍sā̱ nūta̍nenā̱sme yā̍taṁ nāsatyā sa̱joṣā̍ḥ |
have̱ hi vā̍m aśvinā rā̱taha̍vyaḥ śaśvatta̱māyā̍ u̱ṣaso̱ vyu̍ṣṭau ||

Come unto us combined in love, Nâsatyas come with the fresh swift vigour of the falcon. Bearing oblations I invoke you, Aṣvins, at the first break of everlasting morning.

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

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