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Rigveda 1.34

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.34

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1.34.1

triś ci̍n no a̱dyā bha̍vataṁ navedasā vi̱bhur vā̱ṁ yāma̍ u̱ta rā̱tir a̍śvinā |
yu̱vor hi ya̱ntraṁ hi̱myeva̱ vāsa̍so 'bhyāya̱ṁsenyā̍ bhavatam manī̱ṣibhi̍ḥ ||

Ye who observe this day be with us even thrice: far-stretching is you bounty, Aṣvins and your course. To you, as to a cloak in winter, we cleave close: you are to be drawn nigh unto us by the wise.

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

1.34.2

traya̍ḥ pa̱vayo̍ madhu̱vāha̍ne̱ rathe̱ soma̍sya ve̱nām anu̱ viśva̱ id vi̍duḥ |
traya̍ḥ ska̱mbhāsa̍ḥ skabhi̱tāsa̍ ā̱rabhe̱ trir nakta̍ṁ yā̱thas trir v a̍śvinā̱ divā̍ ||

Three are the fellies in your honey-bearing car, that travels after Soma's loved one, as all know. Three are the pillars set upon it for support: thrice journey ye by night, O Aṣvins, thrice by day.

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

1.34.3

sa̱mā̱ne aha̱n trir a̍vadyagohanā̱ trir a̱dya ya̱jñam madhu̍nā mimikṣatam |
trir vāja̍vatī̱r iṣo̍ aśvinā yu̱vaṁ do̱ṣā a̱smabhya̍m u̱ṣasa̍ś ca pinvatam ||

Thrice in the self-same day, ye Gods who banish want, sprinkle ye thrice to-day our sacrifice with meath; And thrice vouchsafe us store of food with plenteous strength, at evening, O ye Aṣvins, and at break of day.

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

1.34.4

trir va̱rtir yā̍ta̱ṁ trir anu̍vrate ja̱ne triḥ su̍prā̱vye̍ tre̱dheva̍ śikṣatam |
trir nā̱ndya̍ṁ vahatam aśvinā yu̱vaṁ triḥ pṛkṣo̍ a̱sme a̱kṣare̍va pinvatam ||

Thrice come ye to our home, thrice to the righteous folk, thrice triply aid the man who well deserves your help. Thrice, O ye Aṣvins, bring us what shall make us glad; thrice send us store of food as nevermore to fail.

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

1.34.5

trir no̍ ra̱yiṁ va̍hatam aśvinā yu̱vaṁ trir de̱vatā̍tā̱ trir u̱tāva̍ta̱ṁ dhiya̍ḥ |
triḥ sau̍bhaga̱tvaṁ trir u̱ta śravā̍ṁsi nas tri̱ṣṭhaṁ vā̱ṁ sūre̍ duhi̱tā ru̍ha̱d ratha̍m ||

Thrice, O ye Aṣvins, bring to us abundant wealth: thrice in the Gods' assembly, thrice assist our thoughts. Thrice, grant ye us prosperity, thrice grant us fame; for the Sun's daughter hath mounted your threewheeled car.

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

1.34.6

trir no̍ aśvinā di̱vyāni̍ bheṣa̱jā triḥ pārthi̍vāni̱ trir u̍ dattam a̱dbhyaḥ |
o̱māna̍ṁ śa̱ṁyor mama̍kāya sū̱nave̍ tri̱dhātu̱ śarma̍ vahataṁ śubhas patī ||

Thrice, Aṣvins, grant to us the heavenly medicines, thrice those of earth and thrice those that the waters hold, Favour and health and strength bestow upon my son; triple protection, Lords of Splendour, grant to him.

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

1.34.7

trir no̍ aśvinā yaja̱tā di̱ve-di̍ve̱ pari̍ tri̱dhātu̍ pṛthi̱vīm a̍śāyatam |
ti̱sro nā̍satyā rathyā parā̱vata̍ ā̱tmeva̱ vāta̱ḥ svasa̍rāṇi gacchatam ||

Thrice are ye to be worshipped day by day by us: thrice, O ye Aṣvins, ye travel around the earth. Car-borne from far away, O ye Nâsatyas, come, like vital air to bodies, come ye to the three.

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

1.34.8

trir a̍śvinā̱ sindhu̍bhiḥ sa̱ptamā̍tṛbhi̱s traya̍ āhā̱vās tre̱dhā ha̱viṣ kṛ̱tam |
ti̱sraḥ pṛ̍thi̱vīr u̱pari̍ pra̱vā di̱vo nāka̍ṁ rakṣethe̱ dyubhi̍r a̱ktubhi̍r hi̱tam ||

Thrice, O ye Aṣvins, with the Seven Mother Streams; three are the jars, the triple offering is prepared. Three are the worlds, and moving on above the sky ye guard the firm-set vault of heaven through days and nights.

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

1.34.9

kva1̱̍ trī ca̱krā tri̱vṛto̱ ratha̍sya̱ kva1̱̍ trayo̍ va̱ndhuro̱ ye sanī̍ḻāḥ |
ka̱dā yogo̍ vā̱jino̱ rāsa̍bhasya̱ yena̍ ya̱jñaṁ nā̍satyopayā̱thaḥ ||

Where are the three wheels of your triple chariot, where are the three seats thereto firmly fastened? When will ye yoke the mighty ass that draws it, to bring you to our sacrifice. Nâsatyas?

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

1.34.10

ā nā̍satyā̱ gaccha̍taṁ hū̱yate̍ ha̱vir madhva̍ḥ pibatam madhu̱pebhi̍r ā̱sabhi̍ḥ |
yu̱vor hi pūrva̍ṁ savi̱toṣaso̱ ratha̍m ṛ̱tāya̍ ci̱traṁ ghṛ̱tava̍nta̱m iṣya̍ti ||

Nâsatyas, come: the sacred gift is offered up; drink the sweet juice with lips that know the sweetness well. Savitar sends, before the dawn of day, your car, fraught with oil, various-coloured, to our sacrifice.

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

1.34.11

ā nā̍satyā tri̱bhir e̍kāda̱śair i̱ha de̱vebhi̍r yātam madhu̱peya̍m aśvinā |
prāyu̱s tāri̍ṣṭa̱ṁ nī rapā̍ṁsi mṛkṣata̱ṁ sedha̍ta̱ṁ dveṣo̱ bhava̍taṁ sacā̱bhuvā̍ ||

Come, O Nâsatyas, with the thrice-eleven Gods; come, O ye Aṣvins, to the drinking of the meath. Make long our days of life, and wipe out all our sins: ward off our enemies; be with us evermore.

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

1.34.12

ā no̍ aśvinā tri̱vṛtā̱ rathe̍nā̱rvāñca̍ṁ ra̱yiṁ va̍hataṁ su̱vīra̍m |
śṛ̱ṇvantā̍ vā̱m ava̍se johavīmi vṛ̱dhe ca̍ no bhavata̱ṁ vāja̍sātau ||

Borne in your triple car, O Aṣvins, bring us present prosperity with noble offspring. I cry to you who hear me for protection be ye our helpers where men win the booty.

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

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