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Rigveda 10.96

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 10.96

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10.96.1

pra te̍ ma̱he vi̱dathe̍ śaṁsiṣa̱ṁ harī̱ pra te̍ vanve va̱nuṣo̍ harya̱tam mada̍m |
ghṛ̱taṁ na yo hari̍bhi̱ś cāru̱ seca̍ta̱ ā tvā̍ viśantu̱ hari̍varpasa̱ṁ gira̍ḥ ||

In the great synod will I laud thy two Bay Steeds: I prize the sweet strong drink of thee the Warrior- God, His who pours lovely oil as 'twere with yellow drops. Let my songs enter thee whose form hath golden tints.

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

10.96.2

hari̱ṁ hi yoni̍m a̱bhi ye sa̱masva̍ran hi̱nvanto̱ harī̍ di̱vyaṁ yathā̱ sada̍ḥ |
ā yam pṛ̱ṇanti̱ hari̍bhi̱r na dhe̱nava̱ indrā̍ya śū̱ṣaṁ hari̍vantam arcata ||

Ye who in concert sing unto the goldhued place, like Bay Steeds driving onward to the heavenly seat, For Indra laud ye strength allied with Tawny Steeds, laud him whom cows content as 'twere with yellow drops.

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

10.96.3

so a̍sya̱ vajro̱ hari̍to̱ ya ā̍ya̱so hari̱r nikā̍mo̱ hari̱r ā gabha̍styoḥ |
dyu̱mnī su̍śi̱pro hari̍manyusāyaka̱ indre̱ ni rū̱pā hari̍tā mimikṣire ||

His is that thunderbolt, of iron, goldenhued, gold-coloured, very dear, and yellow in his arms; Bright with strong teeth, destroying with its tawny rage. In Indra are set fast all forms of golden hue.

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

10.96.4

di̱vi na ke̱tur adhi̍ dhāyi harya̱to vi̱vyaca̱d vajro̱ hari̍to̱ na raṁhyā̍ |
tu̱dad ahi̱ṁ hari̍śipro̱ ya ā̍ya̱saḥ sa̱hasra̍śokā abhavad dharimbha̱raḥ ||

As if a lovely ray were laid upon the sky, the golden thunderbolt spread out as in a race. That iron bolt with yellow jaw smote Ahi down. A thousand flames had he who bore the tawny-hued.

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

10.96.5

tvaṁ-tva̍m aharyathā̱ upa̍stuta̱ḥ pūrve̍bhir indra harikeśa̱ yajva̍bhiḥ |
tvaṁ ha̍ryasi̱ tava̱ viśva̍m u̱kthya1̱̍m asā̍mi̱ rādho̍ harijāta harya̱tam ||

Thou, thou, when praised by men who sacrificed of old. hadst pleasure in their lauds, O Indra golden-haired. All that befits thy song of praise thou welcornest, the perfect pleasant gift, O Golden-hued from birth.

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

10.96.6

tā va̱jriṇa̍m ma̱ndina̱ṁ stomya̱m mada̱ indra̱ṁ rathe̍ vahato harya̱tā harī̍ |
pu̱rūṇy a̍smai̱ sava̍nāni̱ harya̍ta̱ indrā̍ya̱ somā̱ hara̍yo dadhanvire ||

These two dear Bays bring hither Indra on his car, Thunder-armed, joyous, meet for laud, to drink his fill. Many libations flow for him who loveth them: to Indra have the gold-hued Soma juices run.

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

10.96.7

ara̱ṁ kāmā̍ya̱ hara̍yo dadhanvire sthi̱rāya̍ hinva̱n hara̍yo̱ harī̍ tu̱rā |
arva̍dbhi̱r yo hari̍bhi̱r joṣa̱m īya̍te̱ so a̍sya̱ kāma̱ṁ hari̍vantam ānaśe ||

Tle gold-hued drops have flowed to gratify his wish: the yellow dro s have urged the swift Bays to the Strong. He who speeds on with Bay Steeds even as he lists hath satisfied his longing for the golden drops.

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

10.96.8

hari̍śmaśāru̱r hari̍keśa āya̱sas tu̍ra̱speye̱ yo ha̍ri̱pā ava̍rdhata |
arva̍dbhi̱r yo hari̍bhir vā̱jinī̍vasu̱r ati̱ viśvā̍ duri̱tā pāri̍ṣa̱d dharī̍ ||

At the swift draught the Soma-drinker waxed in might, the Iron One with yellow beard and yellow hair. He, Lord of Tawny Coursers, Lord of fleet-foot Mares, will bear his Bay Steeds safely over all distress.

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

10.96.9

sruve̍va̱ yasya̱ hari̍ṇī vipe̱tatu̱ḥ śipre̱ vājā̍ya̱ hari̍ṇī̱ davi̍dhvataḥ |
pra yat kṛ̱te ca̍ma̱se marmṛ̍ja̱d dharī̍ pī̱tvā mada̍sya harya̱tasyāndha̍saḥ ||

His yellow-coloured jaws, like ladles move apart, what time, for strength, he makes the yellowtinted stir, When, while the bowl stands there, he grooms his Tawny Steeds, when he hath drunk strong drink, the sweet juice that he loves.

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

10.96.10

u̱ta sma̱ sadma̍ harya̱tasya̍ pa̱styo̱3̱̍r atyo̱ na vāja̱ṁ hari̍vām̐ acikradat |
ma̱hī ci̱d dhi dhi̱ṣaṇāha̍rya̱d oja̍sā bṛ̱had vayo̍ dadhiṣe harya̱taś ci̱d ā ||

Yea, to the Dear One's seat in homes of heaven and earth the Bay Steeds' Lord hath whinnied like a horse for food. Then the great wish hath seized upon him mightily, and the Beloved One hath gained high power of life,

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

10.96.11

ā roda̍sī̱ harya̍māṇo mahi̱tvā navya̍ṁ-navyaṁ haryasi̱ manma̱ nu pri̱yam |
pra pa̱stya̍m asura harya̱taṁ gor ā̱viṣ kṛ̍dhi̱ hara̍ye̱ sūryā̍ya ||

Thou, comprehending with thy might the earth and heaven, acceptest the dear hymn for ever new and new. O Asura, disclose thou and make visible the Cow's beloved home to the bright golden Sun.

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

10.96.12

ā tvā̍ ha̱ryanta̍m pra̱yujo̱ janā̍nā̱ṁ rathe̍ vahantu̱ hari̍śipram indra |
pibā̱ yathā̱ prati̍bhṛtasya̱ madhvo̱ harya̍n ya̱jñaṁ sa̍dha̱māde̱ daśo̍ṇim ||

O Indra, let the eager wishes of the folk bring thee, delightful, golden-visored, on thy car, That, pleased with sacrifice wherein ten fingers toil, thou mayest, at the feast, drink of our offered meath.

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

10.96.13

apā̱ḥ pūrve̍ṣāṁ harivaḥ su̱tānā̱m atho̍ i̱daṁ sava̍na̱ṁ keva̍laṁ te |
ma̱ma̱ddhi soma̱m madhu̍mantam indra sa̱trā vṛ̍ṣañ ja̱ṭhara̱ ā vṛ̍ṣasva ||

Juices aforetime, Lord of Bays, thou drankest; and thine especially is this libation. Gladden thee, Indra, with the meath-rich Soma: pour it down ever, Mighty One! within thee.

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

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