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Rigveda 10.53

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 10.53

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Sanskrit

10.53.1

yam aicchā̍ma̱ mana̍sā̱ so̱3̱̍ 'yam āgā̍d ya̱jñasya̍ vi̱dvān paru̍ṣaś ciki̱tvān |
sa no̍ yakṣad de̱vatā̍tā̱ yajī̍yā̱n ni hi ṣatsa̱d anta̍ra̱ḥ pūrvo̍ a̱smat ||

HE hath arrived, he whom we sought with longing, who skilled in sacrifice well knows its courses. Let him discharge his sacrificial duties: let him sit down as Friend who was before Us.

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

10.53.2

arā̍dhi̱ hotā̍ ni̱ṣadā̱ yajī̍yān a̱bhi prayā̍ṁsi̱ sudhi̍tāni̱ hi khyat |
yajā̍mahai ya̱jñiyā̱n hanta̍ de̱vām̐ īḻā̍mahā̱ īḍyā̱m̐ ājye̍na ||

Best Priest, he hath been won by being seated, for he hath looked on the well-ordered viands. Come, let usworship Gods who must be worshipped, and pouring oil, laud those who should be lauded.

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

10.53.3

sā̱dhvīm a̍kar de̱vavī̍tiṁ no a̱dya ya̱jñasya̍ ji̱hvām a̍vidāma̱ guhyā̍m |
sa āyu̱r āgā̍t sura̱bhir vasā̍no bha̱drām a̍kar de̱vahū̍tiṁ no a̱dya ||

Now hath he made the feast of Gods effective: now have we found the secret tongue of worship. Now hath he come, sweet, robed in vital vigour, and made our calling on the Gods effective.

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

10.53.4

tad a̱dya vā̱caḥ pra̍tha̱mam ma̍sīya̱ yenāsu̍rām̐ a̱bhi de̱vā asā̍ma |
ūrjā̍da u̱ta ya̍jñiyāsa̱ḥ pañca̍ janā̱ mama̍ ho̱traṁ ju̍ṣadhvam ||

This prelude of my speech I now will utter, whereby we Gods may quell our Asura foemen. Eaters of strengthening food who merit worship, O ye Five Tribes, be pleased with mine oblation.

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

10.53.5

pañca̱ janā̱ mama̍ ho̱traṁ ju̍ṣantā̱ṁ gojā̍tā u̱ta ye ya̱jñiyā̍saḥ |
pṛ̱thi̱vī na̱ḥ pārthi̍vāt pā̱tv aṁha̍so̱ 'ntari̍kṣaṁ di̱vyāt pā̍tv a̱smān ||

May the Five Tribes be pleased with mine oblation, and the Cow's Sons and all who merit worship. From earthly trouble may the earth protect us, and air's mid realm from woe that comes from heaven.

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

10.53.6

tantu̍ṁ ta̱nvan raja̍so bhā̱num anv i̍hi̱ jyoti̍ṣmataḥ pa̱tho ra̍kṣa dhi̱yā kṛ̱tān |
a̱nu̱lba̱ṇaṁ va̍yata̱ jogu̍vā̱m apo̱ manu̍r bhava ja̱nayā̱ daivya̱ṁ jana̍m ||

Spinning the thread, follow the region's splendid light: guard thou the path ways well which wisdom hath prepared. Weave ye the knotless labour of the bards who sing: be Manu thou, and bring the Heavenly People forth.

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

10.53.7

a̱kṣā̱naho̍ nahyatano̱ta so̍myā̱ iṣkṛ̍ṇudhvaṁ raśa̱nā ota pi̍ṁśata |
a̱ṣṭāva̍ndhuraṁ vahatā̱bhito̱ ratha̱ṁ yena̍ de̱vāso̱ ana̍yann a̱bhi pri̱yam ||

Lovers of Soma, bind the chariot traces fast: set ye the reins in order and embellish them. Bring hitherward the car with seats where eight may sit, whereon the Gods have brought the treasure that we love.

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

10.53.8

aśma̍nvatī rīyate̱ saṁ ra̍bhadhva̱m ut ti̍ṣṭhata̱ pra ta̍ratā sakhāyaḥ |
atrā̍ jahāma̱ ye asa̱nn aśe̍vāḥ śi̱vān va̱yam ut ta̍remā̱bhi vājā̍n ||

Here flows Asmanvati: hold fast each other, keep yourselves up, and pass, my friends, the river. There let us leave the Powers that brought no profit, and cross the flood to Powers that are auspicious.

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

10.53.9

tvaṣṭā̍ mā̱yā ve̍d a̱pasā̍m a̱pasta̍mo̱ bibhra̱t pātrā̍ deva̱pānā̍ni̱ śaṁta̍mā |
śiśī̍te nū̱nam pa̍ra̱śuṁ svā̍ya̱saṁ yena̍ vṛ̱ścād eta̍śo̱ brahma̍ṇa̱s pati̍ḥ ||

Tvashṭar, most deft of workmen, knew each magic art, bringing most blessed bowls that hold the drink of Gods. His axe, wrought of good metal, he is sharpening now, wherewith the radiant Brahmaṇaspati will cut.

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

10.53.10

sa̱to nū̱naṁ ka̍vaya̱ḥ saṁ śi̍śīta̱ vāśī̍bhi̱r yābhi̍r a̱mṛtā̍ya̱ takṣa̍tha |
vi̱dvāṁsa̍ḥ pa̱dā guhyā̍ni kartana̱ yena̍ de̱vāso̍ amṛta̱tvam ā̍na̱śuḥ ||

Now, O ye Sapient Ones, make ye the axes sharp wherewith ye fashion bowls to hold the Amrit. Knowing the secret places make ye ready that whereby the Gods have gotten immortality.

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

10.53.11

garbhe̱ yoṣā̱m ada̍dhur va̱tsam ā̱sany a̍pī̱cye̍na̱ mana̍so̱ta ji̱hvayā̍ |
sa vi̱śvāhā̍ su̱manā̍ yo̱gyā a̱bhi si̍ṣā̱sani̍r vanate kā̱ra ij jiti̍m ||

Ye with a secret tongue and dark intention laid the maiden deep within, the calf within the mouth. They evermore are near us with their gracious help: successful is the song that strives for victory.

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

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