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Rigveda 3.33

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 3.33

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3.33.1

pra parva̍tānām uśa̱tī u̱pasthā̱d aśve̍ iva̱ viṣi̍te̱ hāsa̍māne |
gāve̍va śu̱bhre mā̱tarā̍ rihā̱ṇe vipā̍ṭ chutu̱drī paya̍sā javete ||

FORTH from the bosom of the mountains, eager as two swift mares with loosened rein contending, Like two bright mother cows who lick their youngling, Vipâṣ and Ṣutudrî speed down their waters.

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

3.33.2

indre̍ṣite prasa̱vam bhikṣa̍māṇe̱ acchā̍ samu̱draṁ ra̱thye̍va yāthaḥ |
sa̱mā̱rā̱ṇe ū̱rmibhi̱ḥ pinva̍māne a̱nyā vā̍m a̱nyām apy e̍ti śubhre ||

Impelled by Indra whom ye pray to urge you, ye move as 'twere on chariots to the ocean. Flowing together, swelling with your billows, O lucid Streams, each of you seeks the other.

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

3.33.3

acchā̱ sindhu̍m mā̱tṛta̍mām ayāsa̱ṁ vipā̍śam u̱rvīṁ su̱bhagā̍m aganma |
va̱tsam i̍va mā̱tarā̍ saṁrihā̱ṇe sa̍mā̱naṁ yoni̱m anu̍ sa̱ṁcara̍ntī ||

I have attained the most maternal River, we have approached Vipâṣ, the broad, the blessed. Licking as 'twere their calf the pair of Mothers flow onward to their common home together.

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

3.33.4

e̱nā va̱yam paya̍sā̱ pinva̍mānā̱ anu̱ yoni̍ṁ de̱vakṛ̍ta̱ṁ cara̍ntīḥ |
na varta̍ve prasa̱vaḥ sarga̍taktaḥ ki̱ṁyur vipro̍ na̱dyo̍ johavīti ||

We two who rise and swell with billowy waters move forward to the home which Gods have made us. Our flood may not be stayed when urged to motion. What would the singer, calling to the Rivers?

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

3.33.5

rama̍dhvam me̱ vaca̍se so̱myāya̱ ṛtā̍varī̱r upa̍ muhū̱rtam evai̍ḥ |
pra sindhu̱m acchā̍ bṛha̱tī ma̍nī̱ṣāva̱syur a̍hve kuśi̱kasya̍ sū̱nuḥ ||

Linger a little at my friendly bidding rest, Holy Ones, a moment in your journey. With hymn sublime soliciting your favour Kuṣika's son hath called unto the River.

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

3.33.6

indro̍ a̱smām̐ a̍rada̱d vajra̍bāhu̱r apā̍han vṛ̱tram pa̍ri̱dhiṁ na̱dīnā̍m |
de̱vo̍ 'nayat savi̱tā su̍pā̱ṇis tasya̍ va̱yam pra̍sa̱ve yā̍ma u̱rvīḥ ||

Indra who wields the thunder dug our channels: he smote down Vṛitra, him who stayed our currents. Savitar, God, the lovely-handed, led us, and at his sending forth we flow expanded.

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

3.33.7

pra̱vācya̍ṁ śaśva̱dhā vī̱rya1̱̍ṁ tad indra̍sya̱ karma̱ yad ahi̍ṁ vivṛ̱ścat |
vi vajre̍ṇa pari̱ṣado̍ jaghā̱nāya̱nn āpo 'ya̍nam i̱cchamā̍nāḥ ||

That hero deed of Indra must be lauded for ever that he rent Ahi in pieces. He smote away the obstructors with his thunder, and eager for their course forth flowed the waters.

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

3.33.8

e̱tad vaco̍ jarita̱r māpi̍ mṛṣṭhā̱ ā yat te̱ ghoṣā̱n utta̍rā yu̱gāni̍ |
u̱ktheṣu̍ kāro̱ prati̍ no juṣasva̱ mā no̱ ni ka̍ḥ puruṣa̱trā nama̍s te ||

Never forget this word of thine, O singer, which future generations shall reecho. In hymns, O bard, show us thy loving kindness. Humble us not mid men. To thee be honour!

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

3.33.9

o ṣu sva̍sāraḥ kā̱rave̍ śṛṇota ya̱yau vo̍ dū̱rād ana̍sā̱ rathe̍na |
ni ṣū na̍madhva̱m bhava̍tā supā̱rā a̍dhoa̱kṣāḥ si̍ndhavaḥ sro̱tyābhi̍ḥ ||

List quickly, Sisters, to the bard who cometh to you from far away with car and wagon. Bow lowly down; be easy to be traversed stay, Rivers, with your floods below our axles.

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

3.33.10

ā te̍ kāro śṛṇavāmā̱ vacā̍ṁsi ya̱yātha̍ dū̱rād ana̍sā̱ rathe̍na |
ni te̍ naṁsai pīpyā̱neva̱ yoṣā̱ maryā̍yeva ka̱nyā̍ śaśva̱cai te̍ ||

Yea, we will listen to thy words, O singer. With wain and car from far away thou comest. Low, like a nursing mother, will I bend me, and yield me as a maiden to her lover.

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

3.33.11

yad a̱ṅga tvā̍ bhara̱tāḥ sa̱ṁtare̍yur ga̱vyan grāma̍ iṣi̱ta indra̍jūtaḥ |
arṣā̱d aha̍ prasa̱vaḥ sarga̍takta̱ ā vo̍ vṛṇe suma̱tiṁ ya̱jñiyā̍nām ||

Soon as the Bharatas have fared across thee, the warrior band, urged on and sped by Indra, Then let your streams flow on in rapid motion. I crave your favour who deserve our worship.

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

3.33.12

atā̍riṣur bhara̱tā ga̱vyava̱ḥ sam abha̍kta̱ vipra̍ḥ suma̱tiṁ na̱dīnā̍m |
pra pi̍nvadhvam i̱ṣaya̍ntīḥ su̱rādhā̱ ā va̱kṣaṇā̍ḥ pṛ̱ṇadhva̍ṁ yā̱ta śībha̍m ||

The warrior host, the Bharatas, fared over the singer won the favour of the Rivers. Swell with your billows, hasting, pouring riches. Fill full your channels, and roll swiftly onward.

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

3.33.13

ud va̍ ū̱rmiḥ śamyā̍ ha̱ntv āpo̱ yoktrā̍ṇi muñcata |
mādu̍ṣkṛtau̱ vye̍nasā̱ghnyau śūna̱m āra̍tām ||

So let your wave bear up the pins, and ye, O Waters, spare the thongs; And never may the pair of Bulls, harmless and sinless, waste away.

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

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