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Rigveda 10.102

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 10.102

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10.102.1

pra te̱ ratha̍m mithū̱kṛta̱m indro̍ 'vatu dhṛṣṇu̱yā |
a̱sminn ā̱jau pu̍ruhūta śra̱vāyye̍ dhanabha̱kṣeṣu̍ no 'va ||

FOR thee may Indra boldly speed the car that works on either side. Favour us, Much-invoked! in this most glorious fight against the raiders of our wealth.

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

10.102.2

ut sma̱ vāto̍ vahati̱ vāso̍ 'syā̱ adhi̍ratha̱ṁ yad aja̍yat sa̱hasra̍m |
ra̱thīr a̍bhūn mudga̱lānī̱ gavi̍ṣṭau̱ bhare̍ kṛ̱taṁ vy a̍ced indrase̱nā ||

Loose in the wind the woman's robe was streaming what time she won a car-load worth a thousand. The charioteer in fight was Mudgalani: she Indra's dart, heaped up the prize of battle.

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

10.102.3

a̱ntar ya̍ccha̱ jighā̍ṁsato̱ vajra̍m indrābhi̱dāsa̍taḥ |
dāsa̍sya vā maghava̱nn ārya̍sya vā sanu̱tar ya̍vayā va̱dham ||

O Indra, cast thy bolt among assailants who would slaughter us: The weapon both of Dâsa and of Ârya foe keep far away, O Maghavan.

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

10.102.4

u̱dno hra̱dam a̍piba̱j jarhṛ̍ṣāṇa̱ḥ kūṭa̍ṁ sma tṛ̱ṁhad a̱bhimā̍tim eti |
pra mu̱ṣkabhā̍ra̱ḥ śrava̍ i̱cchamā̍no 'ji̱ram bā̱hū a̍bhara̱t siṣā̍san ||

The bull in joy had drunk a lake of water. His shattering horn encountered an opponent. Swiftly, in vigorous strength, eager for glory, he stretched his forefeet, fain to win and triumph.

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

10.102.5

ny a̍krandayann upa̱yanta̍ ena̱m ame̍hayan vṛṣa̱bham madhya̍ ā̱jeḥ |
tena̱ sūbha̍rvaṁ śa̱tava̍t sa̱hasra̱ṁ gavā̱m mudga̍laḥ pra̱dhane̍ jigāya ||

They came anear the bull; they made him thunder, made him pour rain down ere the fight was ended. And Mudgala thereby won in the contest well-pastured kine in hundreds and in thousands.

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

10.102.6

ka̱karda̍ve vṛṣa̱bho yu̱kta ā̍sī̱d avā̍vacī̱t sāra̍thir asya ke̱śī |
dudhe̍r yu̱ktasya̱ drava̍taḥ sa̱hāna̍sa ṛ̱cchanti̍ ṣmā ni̱ṣpado̍ mudga̱lānī̍m ||

In hope of victory that bull was harnessed: Kesi the driver urged him on with shouting. As he ran swiftly with the car behind him his lifted heels pressed close on Mudgalani.

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

10.102.7

u̱ta pra̱dhim ud a̍hann asya vi̱dvān upā̍yuna̱g vaṁsa̍ga̱m atra̱ śikṣa̍n |
indra̱ ud ā̍va̱t pati̱m aghnyā̍nā̱m ara̍ṁhata̱ padyā̍bhiḥ ka̱kudmā̍n ||

Deftly for him he stretched the car-pole forward, guided the bull thereto and firmly yoked him. Indra vouchsafed the lord of cows his favour: with mighty steps the buffalo ran onward.

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

10.102.8

śu̱nam a̍ṣṭrā̱vy a̍carat kapa̱rdī va̍ra̱trāyā̱ṁ dārv ā̱nahya̍mānaḥ |
nṛ̱mṇāni̍ kṛ̱ṇvan ba̱have̱ janā̍ya̱ gāḥ pa̍spaśā̱nas tavi̍ṣīr adhatta ||

Touched by the goad the shaggy beast went nobly, bound to the pole by the yoke's thong of leather. Performing deeds of might for many people, he, looking on the cows, gained strength and vigour.

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

10.102.9

i̱maṁ tam pa̍śya vṛṣa̱bhasya̱ yuñja̱ṁ kāṣṭhā̍yā̱ madhye̍ drugha̱ṇaṁ śayā̍nam |
yena̍ ji̱gāya̍ śa̱tava̍t sa̱hasra̱ṁ gavā̱m mudga̍laḥ pṛta̱nājye̍ṣu ||

Here look upon this mace, this bull's companion, now lying midway on the field of battle. Therewith hath Mudgala in ordered contest won for cattle for himself, a hundred thousand.

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

10.102.10

ā̱re a̱ghā ko nv i1̱̍tthā da̍darśa̱ yaṁ yu̱ñjanti̱ tam v ā sthā̍payanti |
nāsmai̱ tṛṇa̱ṁ noda̱kam ā bha̍ra̱nty utta̍ro dhu̱ro va̍hati pra̱dedi̍śat ||

Far is the evil: who hath here beheld it? Hither they bring the bull whom they are yoking.. To this they give not either food or water. Reaching beyond the pole it gives directions.

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

10.102.11

pa̱ri̱vṛ̱kteva̍ pati̱vidya̍m āna̱ṭ pīpyā̍nā̱ kūca̍kreṇeva si̱ñcan |
e̱ṣai̱ṣyā̍ cid ra̱thyā̍ jayema suma̱ṅgala̱ṁ sina̍vad astu sā̱tam ||

Like one forsaken, she hath found a husband, and teemed as if her breast were full and flowing. With swiftly-racing chariot may we conquer, and rich and blessed be our gains in battle.

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

10.102.12

tvaṁ viśva̍sya̱ jaga̍ta̱ś cakṣu̍r indrāsi̱ cakṣu̍ṣaḥ |
vṛṣā̱ yad ā̱jiṁ vṛṣa̍ṇā̱ siṣā̍sasi co̱daya̱n vadhri̍ṇā yu̱jā ||

Thou, Indra, art the mark whereon the eyes of all life rest, when thou, A Bull who drivest with thy bull, wilt win the race together with thy weakling friend.

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

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