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Rigveda 4.18

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 4.18

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Sanskrit

4.18.1

a̱yam panthā̱ anu̍vittaḥ purā̱ṇo yato̍ de̱vā u̱dajā̍yanta̱ viśve̍ |
ata̍ś ci̱d ā ja̍niṣīṣṭa̱ pravṛ̍ddho̱ mā mā̱tara̍m amu̱yā patta̍ve kaḥ ||

THIS is the ancient and accepted pathway by which all Gods have come into existence. Hereby could one be born though waxen mighty. Let him not, otherwise, destroy his Mother.

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

4.18.2

nāham ato̱ nir a̍yā du̱rgahai̱tat ti̍ra̱ścatā̍ pā̱rśvān nir ga̍māṇi |
ba̱hūni̍ me̱ akṛ̍tā̱ kartvā̍ni̱ yudhyai̍ tvena̱ saṁ tve̍na pṛcchai ||

Not this way go I forth: hard is the passage. Forth from the side obliquely will I issue. Much that is yet undone must I accomplish; one must I combat and the other question.

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

4.18.3

pa̱rā̱ya̱tīm mā̱tara̱m anv a̍caṣṭa̱ na nānu̍ gā̱ny anu̱ nū ga̍māni |
tvaṣṭu̍r gṛ̱he a̍piba̱t soma̱m indra̍ḥ śatadha̱nya̍ṁ ca̱mvo̍ḥ su̱tasya̍ ||

He bent his eye upon the dying Mother: My word I now withdraw. That way I follow. In Tvashṭar's dwelling India drank the Soma, a hundredworth of juice pressed from the mortar.

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

4.18.4

kiṁ sa ṛdha̍k kṛṇava̱d yaṁ sa̱hasra̍m mā̱so ja̱bhāra̍ śa̱rada̍ś ca pū̱rvīḥ |
na̱hī nv a̍sya prati̱māna̱m asty a̱ntar jā̱teṣū̱ta ye jani̍tvāḥ ||

What strange act shall he do, he whom his Mother bore for a thousand months and many autumns? No peer hath he among those born already, nor among those who shall be born hereafter.

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

4.18.5

a̱va̱dyam i̍va̱ manya̍mānā̱ guhā̍ka̱r indra̍m mā̱tā vī̱rye̍ṇā̱ nyṛ̍ṣṭam |
athod a̍sthāt sva̱yam atka̱ṁ vasā̍na̱ ā roda̍sī apṛṇā̱j jāya̍mānaḥ ||

Deeming him a reproach, his mother hid him, Indra, endowed with all heroic valour. Then up he sprang himself, assumed his vesture, and filled, as soon as born, the earth and heaven.

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

4.18.6

e̱tā a̍rṣanty alalā̱bhava̍ntīr ṛ̱tāva̍rīr iva sa̱ṁkrośa̍mānāḥ |
e̱tā vi pṛ̍ccha̱ kim i̱dam bha̍nanti̱ kam āpo̱ adri̍m pari̱dhiṁ ru̍janti ||

With lively motion onward flow these waters, the Holy Ones, shouting, as 'twere, together. Ask them to. tell thee what the floods are saying, what girdling rock the waters burst asunder.

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

4.18.7

kim u̍ ṣvid asmai ni̱vido̍ bhana̱ntendra̍syāva̱dyaṁ di̍dhiṣanta̱ āpa̍ḥ |
mamai̱tān pu̱tro ma̍ha̱tā va̱dhena̍ vṛ̱traṁ ja̍gha̱nvām̐ a̍sṛja̱d vi sindhū̍n ||

Are they addressing him with words of welcome? Will the floods take on them the shame of Indra? With his great thunderbolt my Son hath slaughtered Vṛitra, and set these rivers free to wander.

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

4.18.8

mama̍c ca̱na tvā̍ yuva̱tiḥ pa̱rāsa̱ mama̍c ca̱na tvā̍ ku̱ṣavā̍ ja̱gāra̍ |
mama̍c ci̱d āpa̱ḥ śiśa̍ve mamṛḍyu̱r mama̍c ci̱d indra̱ḥ saha̱sod a̍tiṣṭhat ||

I cast thee from me, mine,– thy youthful mother: thee, mine own offspring, Kushavâ hath swallowed. To him, mine infant, were the waters gracious. Indra, my Son, rose up in conquering vigour.

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

4.18.9

mama̍c ca̱na te̍ maghava̱n vya̍ṁso nivivi̱dhvām̐ apa̱ hanū̍ ja̱ghāna̍ |
adhā̱ nivi̍ddha̱ utta̍ro babhū̱vāñ chiro̍ dā̱sasya̱ sam pi̍ṇag va̱dhena̍ ||

Thou art mine own, O Maghavan, whom Vyansa struck to the ground and smote thy jaws in pieces. But, smitten through, the mastery thou wonnest, and with thy bolt the Dâsa's head thou crushedst.

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

4.18.10

gṛ̱ṣṭiḥ sa̍sūva̱ sthavi̍raṁ tavā̱gām a̍nādhṛ̱ṣyaṁ vṛ̍ṣa̱bhaṁ tumra̱m indra̍m |
arī̍ḻhaṁ va̱tsaṁ ca̱rathā̍ya mā̱tā sva̱yaṁ gā̱tuṁ ta̱nva̍ i̱cchamā̍nam ||

The Heifer hath brought forth the Strong, the Mighty, the unconquerable Bull, the furious Indra. The Mother left her unlicked Calf to wander, seeking himself, the path that he would follow.

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

4.18.11

u̱ta mā̱tā ma̍hi̱ṣam anv a̍venad a̱mī tvā̍ jahati putra de̱vāḥ |
athā̍bravīd vṛ̱tram indro̍ hani̱ṣyan sakhe̍ viṣṇo vita̱raṁ vi kra̍masva ||

Then to her mighty Child the Mother turned her, saying, My son, these Deities forsake thee. Then Indra said, about to slaughter Vṛitra, O my friend Vṛitra, stride full boldly forward.

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

4.18.12

kas te̍ mā̱tara̍ṁ vi̱dhavā̍m acakrac cha̱yuṁ kas tvām a̍jighāṁsa̱c cara̍ntam |
kas te̍ de̱vo adhi̍ mārḍī̱ka ā̍sī̱d yat prākṣi̍ṇāḥ pi̱tara̍m pāda̱gṛhya̍ ||

Who was he then who made thy Mother widow? Who sought to stay thee lying still or moving? What God, when by the foot thy Sire thou tookest and slewest, was at hand to give thee comfort?

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

4.18.13

ava̍rtyā̱ śuna̍ ā̱ntrāṇi̍ pece̱ na de̱veṣu̍ vivide marḍi̱tāra̍m |
apa̍śyaṁ jā̱yām ama̍hīyamānā̱m adhā̍ me śye̱no madhv ā ja̍bhāra ||

In deep distress I cooked a dog's intestines. Among the Gods I found not one to comfort. My consort I beheld in degradation. The Falcon then brought me the pleasant Soma.

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

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