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Rigveda 4.20

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 4.20

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Sanskrit

4.20.1

ā na̱ indro̍ dū̱rād ā na̍ ā̱sād a̍bhiṣṭi̱kṛd ava̍se yāsad u̱graḥ |
oji̍ṣṭhebhir nṛ̱pati̱r vajra̍bāhuḥ sa̱ṁge sa̱matsu̍ tu̱rvaṇi̍ḥ pṛta̱nyūn ||

FROM near or far away may mighty Indra giver of succour, come for our protection Lord of men, armed with thunder, with the Strongest, slaying his foes in conflict, in the battles.

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

4.20.2

ā na̱ indro̱ hari̍bhir yā̱tv acchā̍rvācī̱no 'va̍se̱ rādha̍se ca |
tiṣṭhā̍ti va̱jrī ma̱ghavā̍ vira̱pśīmaṁ ya̱jñam anu̍ no̱ vāja̍sātau ||

May Indra come to us with Tawny Coursers, inclined to us, to favour and enrich us. May Maghavan, loud-voiced and wielding thunder, stand by us at this sacrifice, in combat.

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

4.20.3

i̱maṁ ya̱jñaṁ tvam a̱smāka̍m indra pu̱ro dadha̍t saniṣyasi̱ kratu̍ṁ naḥ |
śva̱ghnīva̍ vajrin sa̱naye̱ dhanā̍nā̱ṁ tvayā̍ va̱yam a̱rya ā̱jiṁ ja̍yema ||

Thou, honouring this our sacrifice, O Indra, shalt give us strength and fill us full of courage. To win the booty, Thunder-armed! like hunters may we with thee subdue in fight our foemen.

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

4.20.4

u̱śann u̱ ṣu ṇa̍ḥ su̱manā̍ upā̱ke soma̍sya̱ nu suṣu̍tasya svadhāvaḥ |
pā i̍ndra̱ prati̍bhṛtasya̱ madhva̱ḥ sam andha̍sā mamadaḥ pṛ̱ṣṭhye̍na ||

Loving us well, benevolent, close beside us, drink, Godlike Indra, of the wellpressed Soma. Drink of the meath we offer, and delight thee with food that cometh from the mountain ridges.

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

4.20.5

vi yo ra̍ra̱pśa ṛṣi̍bhi̱r nave̍bhir vṛ̱kṣo na pa̱kvaḥ sṛṇyo̱ na jetā̍ |
maryo̱ na yoṣā̍m a̱bhi manya̍mā̱no 'cchā̍ vivakmi puruhū̱tam indra̍m ||

Him who is sung aloud by recent sages, like a ripe-fruited tree, a scythe-armed victor,– I, like a bridegroom thinking of his consort, call hither Indra, him invoked of many;

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

4.20.6

gi̱rir na yaḥ svata̍vām̐ ṛ̱ṣva indra̍ḥ sa̱nād e̱va saha̍se jā̱ta u̱graḥ |
āda̍rtā̱ vajra̱ṁ sthavi̍ra̱ṁ na bhī̱ma u̱dneva̱ kośa̱ṁ vasu̍nā̱ nyṛ̍ṣṭam ||

Him who in native strength is like a mountain, the lofty Indra born or old for conquest, Terrific wielder of the ancient thunder. filled full with splendour as a jar with water.

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

4.20.7

na yasya̍ va̱rtā ja̱nuṣā̱ nv asti̱ na rādha̍sa āmarī̱tā ma̱ghasya̍ |
u̱dvā̱vṛ̱ṣā̱ṇas ta̍viṣīva ugrā̱smabhya̍ṁ daddhi puruhūta rā̱yaḥ ||

Whom from of old there is not one to hinder, none to curtail the riches of his bounty. Pouring forth freely, O thou Strong and Mighty, vouchsafe us riches, God invoked of many!

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

4.20.8

īkṣe̍ rā̱yaḥ kṣaya̍sya carṣaṇī̱nām u̱ta vra̱jam a̍pava̱rtāsi̱ gonā̍m |
śi̱kṣā̱na̱raḥ sa̍mi̱theṣu̍ pra̱hāvā̱n vasvo̍ rā̱śim a̍bhine̱tāsi̱ bhūri̍m ||

Of wealth and homes of men thou art the ruler, and opener of the stable of the cattle. Helper of men, winner of spoil in combats, thou leadest to an ample heap of riches.

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

4.20.9

kayā̱ tac chṛ̍ṇve̱ śacyā̱ śaci̍ṣṭho̱ yayā̍ kṛ̱ṇoti̱ muhu̱ kā ci̍d ṛ̱ṣvaḥ |
pu̱ru dā̱śuṣe̱ vica̍yiṣṭho̱ aṁho 'thā̍ dadhāti̱ dravi̍ṇaṁ jari̱tre ||

By what great might is he renowned as strongest, wherewith the Lofty One stirs up wild battles? Best soother of the worshipper's great sorrow, he gives possessions to the man who lauds him.

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

4.20.10

mā no̍ mardhī̱r ā bha̍rā da̱ddhi tan na̱ḥ pra dā̱śuṣe̱ dāta̍ve̱ bhūri̱ yat te̍ |
navye̍ de̱ṣṇe śa̱ste a̱smin ta̍ u̱kthe pra bra̍vāma va̱yam i̍ndra stu̱vanta̍ḥ ||

Slay us not; bring, bestow onus the ample gift which thou hast to give to him who offers. At this new gift, with this laud sung before thee, extolling thee, we, Indra, will declare it.

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

4.20.11

nū ṣṭu̱ta i̍ndra̱ nū gṛ̍ṇā̱na iṣa̍ṁ jari̱tre na̱dyo̱3̱̍ na pī̍peḥ |
akā̍ri te harivo̱ brahma̱ navya̍ṁ dhi̱yā syā̍ma ra̱thya̍ḥ sadā̱sāḥ ||

Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high, like rivers, for the singer. A new hymn, Lord of Bays! for thee is fashioned. May we, car-born, through song be victors ever.

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

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