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Rigveda 1.119

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.119

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Sanskrit

1.119.1

ā vā̱ṁ ratha̍m purumā̱yam ma̍no̱juva̍ṁ jī̱rāśva̍ṁ ya̱jñiya̍ṁ jī̱vase̍ huve |
sa̱hasra̍ketuṁ va̱nina̍ṁ śa̱tadva̍suṁ śruṣṭī̱vāna̍ṁ varivo̱dhām a̱bhi praya̍ḥ ||

HITHER, that I may live, I call unto the feast your wondrous car, thought-swift, borne on by rapid steeds. With thousand banners, hundred treasures, pouring gifts, promptly obedient, bestowing ample room.

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

1.119.2

ū̱rdhvā dhī̱tiḥ praty a̍sya̱ prayā̍ma̱ny adhā̍yi̱ śasma̱n sam a̍yanta̱ ā diśa̍ḥ |
svadā̍mi gha̱rmam prati̍ yanty ū̱taya̱ ā vā̍m ū̱rjānī̱ ratha̍m aśvināruhat ||

Even as it moveth near my hymn is lifted up, and all the regions come together to sing praise. I sweeten the oblations; now the helpers come. Urjânî hath, O Aṣvins, mounted on your car.

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

1.119.3

saṁ yan mi̱thaḥ pa̍spṛdhā̱nāso̱ agma̍ta śu̱bhe ma̱khā ami̍tā jā̱yavo̱ raṇe̍ |
yu̱vor aha̍ prava̱ṇe ce̍kite̱ ratho̱ yad a̍śvinā̱ vaha̍thaḥ sū̱rim ā vara̍m ||

When striving man with man for glory they have met, brisk, measurcIess, eager for victory in fight, Then verily your car is seen upon the slope when ye, O Aṣvins, bring some choice boon to the prince.

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

1.119.4

yu̱vam bhu̱jyum bhu̱ramā̍ṇa̱ṁ vibhi̍r ga̱taṁ svayu̍ktibhir ni̱vaha̍ntā pi̱tṛbhya̱ ā |
yā̱si̱ṣṭaṁ va̱rtir vṛ̍ṣaṇā vije̱nya1̱̍ṁ divo̍dāsāya̱ mahi̍ ceti vā̱m ava̍ḥ ||

Ye came to Bhujyu while he struggled in the flood, with flying birds, self-yoked, ye bore him to his sires. Ye went to the far-distant home, O Mighty Ones; and famed is your great aid to Divodisa given.

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

1.119.5

yu̱vor a̍śvinā̱ vapu̍ṣe yuvā̱yuja̱ṁ ratha̱ṁ vāṇī̍ yematur asya̱ śardhya̍m |
ā vā̍m pati̱tvaṁ sa̱khyāya̍ ja̱gmuṣī̱ yoṣā̍vṛṇīta̱ jenyā̍ yu̱vām patī̍ ||

Aṣvins, the car which you had yoked for glorious show your own two voices urged directed to its goal. Then she who came for friendship, Maid of noble birth, elected you as Husbands, you to be her Lords.

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

1.119.6

yu̱vaṁ re̱bham pari̍ṣūter uruṣyatho hi̱mena̍ gha̱rmam pari̍tapta̱m atra̍ye |
yu̱vaṁ śa̱yor a̍va̱sam pi̍pyathu̱r gavi̱ pra dī̱rgheṇa̱ vanda̍nas tā̱ry āyu̍ṣā ||

Rebha ye saved from tyranny; for Atri's sake ye quenched with cold the fiery pit that compassed him. Ye made the cow of Ṣayu stream refreshing milk, and Vandana was holpen to extended life.

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

1.119.7

yu̱vaṁ vanda̍na̱ṁ nirṛ̍taṁ jara̱ṇyayā̱ ratha̱ṁ na da̍srā kara̱ṇā sam i̍nvathaḥ |
kṣetrā̱d ā vipra̍ṁ janatho vipa̱nyayā̱ pra vā̱m atra̍ vidha̱te da̱ṁsanā̍ bhuvat ||

Doers of marvels, skilful workers, ye restored Vandana, like a car, worn out with length of days. From earth ye brought the sage to life in wondrous mode; be your great deeds done here for him who honours you.

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

1.119.8

aga̍cchata̱ṁ kṛpa̍māṇam parā̱vati̍ pi̱tuḥ svasya̱ tyaja̍sā̱ nibā̍dhitam |
sva̍rvatīr i̱ta ū̱tīr yu̱vor aha̍ ci̱trā a̱bhīke̍ abhavann a̱bhiṣṭa̍yaḥ ||

Ye went to him who mourned in a far distant place, him who was left forlorn by treachery of his sire. Rich with the light ofheaven was then the help ye gave, and marvellous your succour when ye stood by him.

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

1.119.9

u̱ta syā vā̱m madhu̍ma̱n makṣi̍kārapa̱n made̱ soma̍syauśi̱jo hu̍vanyati |
yu̱vaṁ da̍dhī̱co mana̱ ā vi̍vāsa̱tho 'thā̱ śira̱ḥ prati̍ vā̱m aśvya̍ṁ vadat ||

To you in praise of sweetness sang the honey-bee: Auṣija calleth you in Soma's rapturous joy. Ye drew unto yourselves the spirit of Dadhyac, and then the horse's head uttered his words to you.

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

1.119.10

yu̱vam pe̱dave̍ puru̱vāra̍m aśvinā spṛ̱dhāṁ śve̱taṁ ta̍ru̱tāra̍ṁ duvasyathaḥ |
śaryai̍r a̱bhidyu̱m pṛta̍nāsu du̱ṣṭara̍ṁ ca̱rkṛtya̱m indra̍m iva carṣaṇī̱saha̍m ||

A horse did ye provide for Pedu, excellent, white, O ye Aṣvins, conqueror of combatants, Invincible in war by arrows, seeking heaven worthy of fame, like Indra, vanquisher of men.

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

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