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Rigveda 1.35

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.35

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1.35.1

hvayā̍my a̱gnim pra̍tha̱maṁ sva̱staye̱ hvayā̍mi mi̱trāvaru̍ṇāv i̱hāva̍se |
hvayā̍mi̱ rātrī̱ṁ jaga̍to ni̱veśa̍nī̱ṁ hvayā̍mi de̱vaṁ sa̍vi̱tāra̍m ū̱taye̍ ||

AGNI I first invoke for our prosperity; I call on Mitra, Varuṇa, to aid us here. I call on Night who gives rest to all moving life; I call on Savitar the God to lend us help.

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

1.35.2

ā kṛ̱ṣṇena̱ raja̍sā̱ varta̍māno nive̱śaya̍nn a̱mṛta̱m martya̍ṁ ca |
hi̱ra̱ṇyaye̍na savi̱tā rathe̱nā de̱vo yā̍ti̱ bhuva̍nāni̱ paśya̍n ||

Throughout the dusky firmament advancing, laying to rest the immortal and the mortal, Borne in his golden chariot he cometh, Savitar, God who looks on every creature.

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

1.35.3

yāti̍ de̱vaḥ pra̱vatā̱ yāty u̱dvatā̱ yāti̍ śu̱bhrābhyā̍ṁ yaja̱to hari̍bhyām |
ā de̱vo yā̍ti savi̱tā pa̍rā̱vato 'pa̱ viśvā̍ duri̱tā bādha̍mānaḥ ||

The God moves by the upward path, the downward; with two bright Bays, adorable, he journeys. Savitar comes, the God from the far distance, and chases from us all distress and sorrow.

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

1.35.4

a̱bhīvṛ̍ta̱ṁ kṛśa̍nair vi̱śvarū̍pa̱ṁ hira̍ṇyaśamyaṁ yaja̱to bṛ̱hanta̍m |
āsthā̱d ratha̍ṁ savi̱tā ci̱trabhā̍nuḥ kṛ̱ṣṇā rajā̍ṁsi̱ tavi̍ṣī̱ṁ dadhā̍naḥ ||

His chariot decked with pearl, of various colours, lofty, with golden pole, the God hath mounted, The many-rayed One, Savitar the holy, bound, bearing power and might, for darksome regions.

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

1.35.5

vi janā̍ñ chyā̱vāḥ śi̍ti̱pādo̍ akhya̱n ratha̱ṁ hira̍ṇyapraüga̱ṁ vaha̍ntaḥ |
śaśva̱d viśa̍ḥ savi̱tur daivya̍syo̱pasthe̱ viśvā̱ bhuva̍nāni tasthuḥ ||

Drawing the gold-yoked car his Bays, white-footed, have manifested light to all the peoples. Held in the lap of Savitar, divine One, all men, all beings have their place for ever.

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

1.35.6

ti̱sro dyāva̍ḥ savi̱tur dvā u̱pasthā̱m̐ ekā̍ ya̱masya̱ bhuva̍ne virā̱ṣāṭ |
ā̱ṇiṁ na rathya̍m a̱mṛtādhi̍ tasthur i̱ha bra̍vītu̱ ya u̱ tac cike̍tat ||

Three heavens there are; two Savitar's, adjacent: in Yama's world is one, the home of heroes, As on a linch-pin, firm, rest things immortal: he who hath known it let him here declare it.

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

1.35.7

vi su̍pa̱rṇo a̱ntari̍kṣāṇy akhyad gabhī̱rave̍pā̱ asu̍raḥ sunī̱thaḥ |
kve̱3̱̍dānī̱ṁ sūrya̱ḥ kaś ci̍keta kata̱māṁ dyāṁ ra̱śmir a̱syā ta̍tāna ||

He, strong of wing, hath lightened up the regions, deep-quivering Asura, the gentle Leader. Where now is Sûrya, where is one to tell us to what celestial sphere his ray hath wandered?

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

1.35.8

a̱ṣṭau vy a̍khyat ka̱kubha̍ḥ pṛthi̱vyās trī dhanva̱ yoja̍nā sa̱pta sindhū̍n |
hi̱ra̱ṇyā̱kṣaḥ sa̍vi̱tā de̱va āgā̱d dadha̱d ratnā̍ dā̱śuṣe̱ vāryā̍ṇi ||

The earth's eight points his brightness hath illumined, three desert regions and the Seven Rivers. God Savitar the gold-eyed hath come hither, giving choice treasures unto him who worships.

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

1.35.9

hira̍ṇyapāṇiḥ savi̱tā vica̍rṣaṇir u̱bhe dyāvā̍pṛthi̱vī a̱ntar ī̍yate |
apāmī̍vā̱m bādha̍te̱ veti̱ sūrya̍m a̱bhi kṛ̱ṣṇena̱ raja̍sā̱ dyām ṛ̍ṇoti ||

The golden-handed Savitar, far-seeing, goes on his way between the earth and heaven, Drives away sickness, bids the Sun approach us, and spreads the bright sky through the darksome region.

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

1.35.10

hira̍ṇyahasto̱ asu̍raḥ sunī̱thaḥ su̍mṛḻī̱kaḥ svavā̍m̐ yātv a̱rvāṅ |
a̱pa̱sedha̍n ra̱kṣaso̍ yātu̱dhānā̱n asthā̍d de̱vaḥ pra̍tido̱ṣaṁ gṛ̍ṇā̱naḥ ||

May he, gold-handed Asura, kind Leader, come hither to us with his help and favour. Driving off Raksasas and Yatudhanas, the God is present, praised in hymns at evening.

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

1.35.11

ye te̱ panthā̍ḥ savitaḥ pū̱rvyāso̍ 're̱ṇava̱ḥ sukṛ̍tā a̱ntari̍kṣe |
tebhi̍r no a̱dya pa̱thibhi̍ḥ su̱gebhī̱ rakṣā̍ ca no̱ adhi̍ ca brūhi deva ||

O Savitar, thine ancient dustless pathways are well established in the air's midregion: O God, come by those paths so fair to travel, preserve thou us from harm this day, and bless us.

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

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