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Rigveda 1.84

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 1.84

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Sanskrit

1.84.1

asā̍vi̱ soma̍ indra te̱ śavi̍ṣṭha dhṛṣṇa̱v ā ga̍hi |
ā tvā̍ pṛṇaktv indri̱yaṁ raja̱ḥ sūryo̱ na ra̱śmibhi̍ḥ ||

The Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra; mightiest, bold One, come. May Indra-vigour fill thee full, as the Sun fills mid-air with rays.

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

1.84.2

indra̱m id dharī̍ vaha̱to 'pra̍tidhṛṣṭaśavasam |
ṛṣī̍ṇāṁ ca stu̱tīr upa̍ ya̱jñaṁ ca̱ mānu̍ṣāṇām ||

His pair of Tawny Coursers bring Indra of unresisted might Hither to Ṛishis' songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.

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

1.84.3

ā ti̍ṣṭha vṛtraha̱n ratha̍ṁ yu̱ktā te̱ brahma̍ṇā̱ harī̍ |
a̱rvā̱cīna̱ṁ su te̱ mano̱ grāvā̍ kṛṇotu va̱gnunā̍ ||

Slayer of Vṛitra, mount thy car; thy Bay Steeds have been yoked by prayer. May, with its voice, the pressing-stone draw thine attention hitherward.

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

1.84.4

i̱mam i̍ndra su̱tam pi̍ba̱ jyeṣṭha̱m ama̍rtya̱m mada̍m |
śu̱krasya̍ tvā̱bhy a̍kṣara̱n dhārā̍ ṛ̱tasya̱ sāda̍ne ||

This poured libation, Indra, drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent. Streams of the bright have flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.

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

1.84.5

indrā̍ya nū̱nam a̍rcato̱kthāni̍ ca bravītana |
su̱tā a̍matsu̱r inda̍vo̱ jyeṣṭha̍ṁ namasyatā̱ saha̍ḥ ||

Sing glory now to Indra, say to him your solemn eulogies. The drops poured forth have made him glad: pay reverence to his might supreme.

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

1.84.6

naki̱ṣ ṭvad ra̱thīta̍ro̱ harī̱ yad i̍ndra̱ yaccha̍se |
naki̱ṣ ṭvānu̍ ma̱jmanā̱ naki̱ḥ svaśva̍ ānaśe ||

When, Indra, thou dost yoke thy Steeds, there is no better charioteer: None hath surpassed thee in thy might, none with good steeds o'ertaken thee.

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

1.84.7

ya eka̱ id vi̱daya̍te̱ vasu̱ martā̍ya dā̱śuṣe̍ |
īśā̍no̱ apra̍tiṣkuta̱ indro̍ a̱ṅga ||

He who alone bestoweth on mortal man who offereth gifts, The ruler of resistless power, is Indra, sure.

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

1.84.8

ka̱dā marta̍m arā̱dhasa̍m pa̱dā kṣumpa̍m iva sphurat |
ka̱dā na̍ḥ śuśrava̱d gira̱ indro̍ a̱ṅga ||

When will he trample, like a weed, the man who hath no gift for him? When, verily, will Indra hear our songs of praise?

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

1.84.9

yaś ci̱d dhi tvā̍ ba̱hubhya̱ ā su̱tāvā̍m̐ ā̱vivā̍sati |
u̱graṁ tat pa̍tyate̱ śava̱ indro̍ a̱ṅga ||

He who with Soma juice prepared amid the many honours thee,– Verily Indra gains thereby tremendous might.

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

1.84.10

svā̱dor i̱tthā vi̍ṣū̱vato̱ madhva̍ḥ pibanti gau̱rya̍ḥ |
yā indre̍ṇa sa̱yāva̍rī̱r vṛṣṇā̱ mada̍nti śo̱bhase̱ vasvī̱r anu̍ sva̱rājya̍m ||

The juice of Soma thus diffused, sweet to the taste, the bright cows drink, Who for the sake of splendour close to mighty Indra's side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.

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

1.84.11

tā a̍sya pṛśanā̱yuva̱ḥ soma̍ṁ śrīṇanti̱ pṛśna̍yaḥ |
pri̱yā indra̍sya dhe̱navo̱ vajra̍ṁ hinvanti̱ sāya̍ka̱ṁ vasvī̱r anu̍ sva̱rājya̍m ||

Craving his touch the dappled kine mingle the Soma with their milk. The milch-kine dear to Indra send forth his death-dealing thunderbolt, good in their own supremacy.

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

1.84.12

tā a̍sya̱ nama̍sā̱ saha̍ḥ sapa̱ryanti̱ prace̍tasaḥ |
vra̱tāny a̍sya saścire pu̱rūṇi̍ pū̱rvaci̍ttaye̱ vasvī̱r anu̍ sva̱rājya̍m ||

With veneration, passing wise, honouring his victorious might, They follow close his many laws to win them due preeminence, good in their own supremacy.

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

1.84.13

indro̍ dadhī̱co a̱sthabhi̍r vṛ̱trāṇy apra̍tiṣkutaḥ |
ja̱ghāna̍ nava̱tīr nava̍ ||

With bones of Dadhyac for his arms, Indra, resistless in attack, Struck nine-and-ninety Vṛitras dead.

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

1.84.14

i̱cchann aśva̍sya̱ yac chira̱ḥ parva̍te̱ṣv apa̍śritam |
tad vi̍dac charya̱ṇāva̍ti ||

He, searching for the horse's head, removed among the mountains, found At Ṣaryaṇâvân what he sought.

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

1.84.15

atrāha̱ gor a̍manvata̱ nāma̱ tvaṣṭu̍r apī̱cya̍m |
i̱tthā ca̱ndrama̍so gṛ̱he ||

Then verily they recognized the essential form of Tvashṭar's Bull, Here in the mansion of the Moon.

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

1.84.16

ko a̱dya yu̍ṅkte dhu̱ri gā ṛ̱tasya̱ śimī̍vato bhā̱mino̍ durhṛṇā̱yūn |
ā̱sanni̍ṣūn hṛ̱tsvaso̍ mayo̱bhūn ya e̍ṣām bhṛ̱tyām ṛ̱ṇadha̱t sa jī̍vāt ||

Who yokes to-day unto the pole of Order the strong and passionate steers of checkless spirit, With shaft-armed mouths, heart-piercing, health-bestowing? Long shall he live who richly pays their service.

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

1.84.17

ka ī̍ṣate tu̱jyate̱ ko bi̍bhāya̱ ko ma̍ṁsate̱ santa̱m indra̱ṁ ko anti̍ |
kas to̱kāya̱ ka ibhā̍yo̱ta rā̱ye 'dhi̍ bravat ta̱nve̱3̱̍ ko janā̍ya ||

Who fleeth forth? who suffereth? who feareth? Who knoweth Indra present, Indra near us? Who sendeth benediction on his offspring, his household, wealth and person, and the People?

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

1.84.18

ko a̱gnim ī̍ṭṭe ha̱viṣā̍ ghṛ̱tena̍ sru̱cā ya̍jātā ṛ̱tubhi̍r dhru̱vebhi̍ḥ |
kasmai̍ de̱vā ā va̍hān ā̱śu homa̱ ko ma̍ṁsate vī̱tiho̍traḥ sude̱vaḥ ||

Who with poured oil and offering honours Agni, with ladle worships at appointed seasons? To whom to the Gods bring oblation quickly? What offerer, God-favoured, knows him thoroughly?

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

1.84.19

tvam a̱ṅga pra śa̍ṁsiṣo de̱vaḥ śa̍viṣṭha̱ martya̍m |
na tvad a̱nyo ma̍ghavann asti marḍi̱tendra̱ bravī̍mi te̱ vaca̍ḥ ||

Thou as a God, O Mightiest, verily blessest mortal man. O Maghavan, there is no comforter but thou: Indra, I speak my words to thee.

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

1.84.20

mā te̱ rādhā̍ṁsi̱ mā ta̍ ū̱tayo̍ vaso̱ 'smān kadā̍ ca̱nā da̍bhan |
viśvā̍ ca na upamimī̱hi mā̍nuṣa̱ vasū̍ni carṣa̱ṇibhya̱ ā ||

Let not thy bounteous gifts, let not thy saving help fail us, good Lord, at any time; And measure out to us, thou lover of mankind, all riches hitherward from men.

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

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