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Rigveda 2.30

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 2.30

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Sanskrit

2.30.1

ṛ̱taṁ de̱vāya̍ kṛṇva̱te sa̍vi̱tra indrā̍yāhi̱ghne na ra̍manta̱ āpa̍ḥ |
aha̍r-ahar yāty a̱ktur a̱pāṁ kiyā̱ty ā pra̍tha̱maḥ sarga̍ āsām ||

THE streams unceasing flow to Indra, slayer of Ahi, Savitar, God, Law's fulfiller, Day after day goes on the sheen of waters. What time hath past since they were first set flowing?

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

2.30.2

yo vṛ̱trāya̱ sina̱m atrābha̍riṣya̱t pra taṁ jani̍trī vi̱duṣa̍ uvāca |
pa̱tho rada̍ntī̱r anu̱ joṣa̍m asmai di̱ve-di̍ve̱ dhuna̍yo ya̱nty artha̍m ||

His Mother-for she knew-spake and proclaimed him who was about to cast his bolt at Vṛitra. Cutting their paths according to his pleasure day after day flow to their goal the rivers.

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

2.30.3

ū̱rdhvo hy asthā̱d adhy a̱ntari̱kṣe 'dhā̍ vṛ̱trāya̱ pra va̱dhaṁ ja̍bhāra |
miha̱ṁ vasā̍na̱ upa̱ hīm adu̍drot ti̱gmāyu̍dho ajaya̱c chatru̱m indra̍ḥ ||

Aloft he stood above the airy region, and against Vṛitra shot his deadly missile. Enveloped in a cloud he rushed upon him. Indra subdued the foe with sharpened weapons.

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

2.30.4

bṛha̍spate̱ tapu̱ṣāśne̍va vidhya̱ vṛka̍dvaraso̱ asu̍rasya vī̱rān |
yathā̍ ja̱ghantha̍ dhṛṣa̱tā pu̱rā ci̍d e̱vā ja̍hi̱ śatru̍m a̱smāka̍m indra ||

As with a bolt, Bṛihaspati, fiercely flaming, pierce thou Vṛikadvaras', the Asura's, heroes. Even as in time of old with might thou slewest, so slay even now our enemy, O Indra.

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

2.30.5

ava̍ kṣipa di̱vo aśmā̍nam u̱ccā yena̱ śatru̍m mandasā̱no ni̱jūrvā̍ḥ |
to̱kasya̍ sā̱tau tana̍yasya̱ bhūre̍r a̱smām̐ a̱rdhaṁ kṛ̍ṇutād indra̱ gonā̍m ||

Cast down from heaven on high thy bolt of thunder wherewith in joy thou smitest dead the foeman. For gain of children make us thine, O Indra, of many children's children and of cattle.

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

2.30.6

pra hi kratu̍ṁ vṛ̱hatho̱ yaṁ va̍nu̱tho ra̱dhrasya̍ stho̱ yaja̍mānasya co̱dau |
indrā̍somā yu̱vam a̱smām̐ a̍viṣṭam a̱smin bha̱yasthe̍ kṛṇutam u lo̱kam ||

Whomso ye love, his power ye aid and strengthen; ye Twain are the rich worshipper's advancers. Graciously favour us, Indra and Soma; give us firm standing in this time of danger.

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

2.30.7

na mā̍ tama̱n na śra̍ma̱n nota ta̍ndra̱n na vo̍cāma̱ mā su̍no̱teti̱ soma̍m |
yo me̍ pṛ̱ṇād yo dada̱d yo ni̱bodhā̱d yo mā̍ su̱nvanta̱m upa̱ gobhi̱r āya̍t ||

Let it not vex me, tire me, make me slothful, and never let us say, Press not the Soma; For him who cares for me, gives gifts, supports me, who comes with kine to me who pour libations.

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

2.30.8

sara̍svati̱ tvam a̱smām̐ a̍viḍḍhi ma̱rutva̍tī dhṛṣa̱tī je̍ṣi̱ śatrū̍n |
tyaṁ ci̱c chardha̍ntaṁ taviṣī̱yamā̍ṇa̱m indro̍ hanti vṛṣa̱bhaṁ śaṇḍi̍kānām ||

Sarasvatî, protect us: with the Maruts allied thou boldly conquerest our foemen, While Indra does to death the daring chieftain of Ṣaṇḍikas exulting in his prowess.

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

2.30.9

yo na̱ḥ sanu̍tya u̱ta vā̍ jigha̱tnur a̍bhi̱khyāya̱ taṁ ti̍gi̱tena̍ vidhya |
bṛha̍spata̱ āyu̍dhair jeṣi̱ śatrū̍n dru̱he rīṣa̍nta̱m pari̍ dhehi rājan ||

Him who waylays, yea, him who would destroy us,– aim at him, pierce him with thy sharpened weapon. Bṛihaspati, with arms thou slayest foemen O King, give up the spoiler to destruction.

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

2.30.10

a̱smāke̍bhi̱ḥ satva̍bhiḥ śūra̱ śūrai̍r vī̱ryā̍ kṛdhi̱ yāni̍ te̱ kartvā̍ni |
jyog a̍bhūva̱nn anu̍dhūpitāso ha̱tvī teṣā̱m ā bha̍rā no̱ vasū̍ni ||

Perform, O Hero, with our valiant heroes the deeds heroic which thou hast to finish. Long have they been inflated with presumption: slay them, and bring us hither their possessions.

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

2.30.11

taṁ va̱ḥ śardha̱m māru̍taṁ sumna̱yur gi̱ropa̍ bruve̱ nama̍sā̱ daivya̱ṁ jana̍m |
yathā̍ ra̱yiṁ sarva̍vīra̱ṁ naśā̍mahā apatya̱sāca̱ṁ śrutya̍ṁ di̱ve-di̍ve ||

I craving joy address with hymn and homage your heavenly host, the company of Maruts, That we may gain wealth with full store of heroes, each day more famous, and with troops of children.

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

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