Rigveda 1.133

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.133

Language: Sanskrit

1.133.1

u̱bhe pu̍nāmi̱ roda̍sī ṛ̱tena̱ druho̍ dahāmi̱ sam ma̱hīr a̍ni̱ndrāḥ |
a̱bhi̱vlagya̱ yatra̍ ha̱tā a̱mitrā̍ vailasthā̱nam pari̍ tṛ̱ḻhā aśe̍ran ||

WITH sacrifice I purge both earth and heaven: I burn up great she-fiends who serve not Indra, Where throttled by thy hand the foes were slaughtered, and in the pit of death lay pierced and mangled.
Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.133.2

a̱bhi̱vlagyā̍ cid adrivaḥ śī̱rṣā yā̍tu̱matī̍nām |
chi̱ndhi va̍ṭū̱riṇā̍ pa̱dā ma̱hāva̍ṭūriṇā pa̱dā ||

O thou who castest forth the stones crushing the sorceresses' heads, Break them with thy wide-spreading foot, with thy wide-spreading mighty foot.
Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.133.3

avā̍sām maghavañ jahi̱ śardho̍ yātu̱matī̍nām |
vai̱la̱sthā̱na̱ke a̍rma̱ke ma̱hāvai̍lasthe arma̱ke ||

Do thou, O Maghavan, beat off these sorceresses' daring strength. Cast them within the narrow pit. within the deep and narrow pit.
Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.133.4

yāsā̍ṁ ti̱sraḥ pa̍ñcā̱śato̍ 'bhivla̱ṅgair a̱pāva̍paḥ |
tat su te̍ manāyati ta̱kat su te̍ manāyati ||

Of whom thou hast ere now destroyed thrice-fifty with thy fierce attacks. That deed they count a glorious deed, though small to thee, a glorious deed.
Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.133.5

pi̱śaṅga̍bhṛṣṭim ambhṛ̱ṇam pi̱śāci̍m indra̱ sam mṛ̍ṇa |
sarva̱ṁ rakṣo̱ ni ba̍rhaya ||

O Indra, crush and bray to bits the fearful fiery-weaponed fiend: Strike every demon to the ground.
Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

a̱var ma̱ha i̍ndra dādṛ̱hi śru̱dhī na̍ḥ śu̱śoca̱ hi dyauḥ kṣā na bhī̱ṣām̐ a̍drivo ghṛ̱ṇān na bhī̱ṣām̐ a̍drivaḥ |
śu̱ṣminta̍mo̱ hi śu̱ṣmibhi̍r va̱dhair u̱grebhi̱r īya̍se |
apū̍ruṣaghno apratīta śūra̱ satva̍bhis trisa̱ptaiḥ śū̍ra̱ satva̍bhiḥ ||

Tear down the mighty ones. O Indra, hear thou us. For heaven hath glowed like earth in fear, O nunder-armed, as dreading fierce heat, Thunder-armed! Most Mighty mid the Mighty Ones thou speedest with strong bolts of death, Not slaying men, unconquered Hero with the brave, O Hero, with the thrice-seven brave.
Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

1.133.7

va̱noti̱ hi su̱nvan kṣaya̱m parī̍ṇasaḥ sunvā̱no hi ṣmā̱ yaja̱ty ava̱ dviṣo̍ de̱vānā̱m ava̱ dviṣa̍ḥ |
su̱nvā̱na it si̍ṣāsati sa̱hasrā̍ vā̱jy avṛ̍taḥ |
su̱nvā̱nāyendro̍ dadāty ā̱bhuva̍ṁ ra̱yiṁ da̍dāty ā̱bhuva̍m ||

The pourer of libations gains the home of wealth, pouring his gift conciliates hostilities, yea, the hostilities of Gods. Pouring, he strives, unchecked and strong, to win him riches thousandfold. Indra gives lasting wealth to him who pours forth gifts, yea, wealth he gives that long shall last.
Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda