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Rigveda 2.33

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 2.33

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2.33.1

ā te̍ pitar marutāṁ su̱mnam e̍tu̱ mā na̱ḥ sūrya̍sya sa̱ṁdṛśo̍ yuyothāḥ |
a̱bhi no̍ vī̱ro arva̍ti kṣameta̱ pra jā̍yemahi rudra pra̱jābhi̍ḥ ||

FATHER of Maruts, let thy bliss approach us: exclude us not from looking on the sunlight. Gracious to our fleet courser be the Hero may we transplant us, Rudra, in our children.

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

2.33.2

tvāda̍ttebhī rudra̱ śaṁta̍mebhiḥ śa̱taṁ himā̍ aśīya bheṣa̱jebhi̍ḥ |
vy a1̱̍smad dveṣo̍ vita̱raṁ vy aṁho̱ vy amī̍vāś cātayasvā̱ viṣū̍cīḥ ||

With the most saving medicines which thou givest, Rudra, may I attain a hundred winters. Far from us banish enmity and hatred, and to all quarters maladies and trouble.

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

2.33.3

śreṣṭho̍ jā̱tasya̍ rudra śri̱yāsi̍ ta̱vasta̍mas ta̱vasā̍ṁ vajrabāho |
parṣi̍ ṇaḥ pā̱ram aṁha̍saḥ sva̱sti viśvā̍ a̱bhī̍tī̱ rapa̍so yuyodhi ||

Chief of all born art thou in glory, Rudra, armed with the thunder, mightiest of the mighty. Transport us over trouble to well-being repel thou from us all assaults of mis. chief.

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

2.33.4

mā tvā̍ rudra cukrudhāmā̱ namo̍bhi̱r mā duṣṭu̍tī vṛṣabha̱ mā sahū̍tī |
un no̍ vī̱rām̐ a̍rpaya bheṣa̱jebhi̍r bhi̱ṣakta̍maṁ tvā bhi̱ṣajā̍ṁ śṛṇomi ||

Let us not anger thee with worship, Rudra, ill praise, Strong God! or mingled invocation. Do thou with strengthening balms incite our heroes: I hear thee famed as best of all physicians.

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

2.33.5

havī̍mabhi̱r hava̍te̱ yo ha̱virbhi̱r ava̱ stome̍bhī ru̱draṁ di̍ṣīya |
ṛ̱dū̱dara̍ḥ su̱havo̱ mā no̍ a̱syai ba̱bhruḥ su̱śipro̍ rīradhan ma̱nāyai̍ ||

May I with praise-songs win that Rudra's favour who is adored with gifts and invocations. Ne'er may the tawny God, fair-checked, and gracious, swifthearing, yield us to this evil purpose.

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

2.33.6

un mā̍ mamanda vṛṣa̱bho ma̱rutvā̱n tvakṣī̍yasā̱ vaya̍sā̱ nādha̍mānam |
ghṛṇī̍va cchā̱yām a̍ra̱pā a̍śī̱yā vi̍vāseyaṁ ru̱drasya̍ su̱mnam ||

The Strong, begirt by Maruts, hath refreshed me, with most invigorating food, imploring. As he who finds a shade in fervent sunlight may I, uninjured, win the bliss of Rudra.

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

2.33.7

kva1̱̍ sya te̍ rudra mṛḻa̱yāku̱r hasto̱ yo asti̍ bheṣa̱jo jalā̍ṣaḥ |
a̱pa̱bha̱rtā rapa̍so̱ daivya̍syā̱bhī nu mā̍ vṛṣabha cakṣamīthāḥ ||

Where is that gracious hand of thine, O Rudra, the hand that giveth health and bringeth comfort, Remover of the woe that Gods have sent us? O Strong One, look thou on me with compassion.

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

2.33.8

pra ba̱bhrave̍ vṛṣa̱bhāya̍ śvitī̱ce ma̱ho ma̱hīṁ su̍ṣṭu̱tim ī̍rayāmi |
na̱ma̱syā ka̍lmalī̱kina̱ṁ namo̍bhir gṛṇī̱masi̍ tve̱ṣaṁ ru̱drasya̱ nāma̍ ||

To him the strong, great, tawny, fair-complexioned, I utter forth a mighty hymn of praises. We serve the brilliant God with adorations, we glorify, the splendid name of Rudra.

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

2.33.9

sthi̱rebhi̱r aṅgai̍ḥ puru̱rūpa̍ u̱gro ba̱bhruḥ śu̱krebhi̍ḥ pipiśe̱ hira̍ṇyaiḥ |
īśā̍nād a̱sya bhuva̍nasya̱ bhūre̱r na vā u̍ yoṣad ru̱drād a̍su̱rya̍m ||

With firm limbs, multiform, the strong, the tawny adorns himself with bright gold decorations: The strength of Godhead ne'er departs from Rudra, him who is Sovran of this world, the mighty.

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

2.33.10

arha̍n bibharṣi̱ sāya̍kāni̱ dhanvārha̍n ni̱ṣkaṁ ya̍ja̱taṁ vi̱śvarū̍pam |
arha̍nn i̱daṁ da̍yase̱ viśva̱m abhva̱ṁ na vā ojī̍yo rudra̱ tvad a̍sti ||

Worthy, thou carriest thy bow and arrows, worthy, thy manyhued and honoured necklace. Worthy, thou cuttest here each fiend to pieces: a mightier than thou there is not, Rudra.

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

2.33.11

stu̱hi śru̱taṁ ga̍rta̱sada̱ṁ yuvā̍nam mṛ̱gaṁ na bhī̱mam u̍paha̱tnum u̱gram |
mṛ̱ḻā ja̍ri̱tre ru̍dra̱ stavā̍no̱ 'nyaṁ te̍ a̱sman ni va̍pantu̱ senā̍ḥ ||

Praise him the chariot-borne, the young, the famous, fierce, slaying like a dread beast of the forest. O Rudra, praised, be gracious to the singer. let thy hosts spare us and smite down another.

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

2.33.12

ku̱mā̱raś ci̍t pi̱tara̱ṁ vanda̍māna̱m prati̍ nānāma rudropa̱yanta̍m |
bhūre̍r dā̱tāra̱ṁ satpa̍tiṁ gṛṇīṣe stu̱tas tvam bhe̍ṣa̱jā rā̍sy a̱sme ||

I bend to thee as thou approachest, Rudra, even as a boy before the sire who greets him. I praise thee Bounteous Giver, Lord of heroes: give medicines to us as thou art lauded.

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

2.33.13

yā vo̍ bheṣa̱jā ma̍ruta̱ḥ śucī̍ni̱ yā śaṁta̍mā vṛṣaṇo̱ yā ma̍yo̱bhu |
yāni̱ manu̱r avṛ̍ṇītā pi̱tā na̱s tā śaṁ ca̱ yoś ca̍ ru̱drasya̍ vaśmi ||

Of your pure medicines, O potent Martits, those that are wholesomest and healthbestowing, Those which our father Manu hath selected, I crave from. Rudra for our gain and welfare.

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

2.33.14

pari̍ ṇo he̱tī ru̱drasya̍ vṛjyā̱ḥ pari̍ tve̱ṣasya̍ durma̱tir ma̱hī gā̍t |
ava̍ sthi̱rā ma̱ghava̍dbhyas tanuṣva̱ mīḍhva̍s to̱kāya̱ tana̍yāya mṛḻa ||

May Rudra's missile turn aside and spare us, the great wrath of the impetuous One avoid us. Turn, Bounteous God, thy strong bow from our princes, and be thou gracious to our seed and offspring.

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

2.33.15

e̱vā ba̍bhro vṛṣabha cekitāna̱ yathā̍ deva̱ na hṛ̍ṇī̱ṣe na haṁsi̍ |
ha̱va̱na̱śrun no̍ rudre̱ha bo̍dhi bṛ̱had va̍dema vi̱dathe̍ su̱vīrā̍ḥ ||

O tawny Bull, thus showing forth thy nature, as neither to be wroth, O God, nor slay us. Here, Rudra, listen to our invocation. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.

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

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