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Rigveda 4.23

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 4.23

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4.23.1

ka̱thā ma̱hām a̍vṛdha̱t kasya̱ hotu̍r ya̱jñaṁ ju̍ṣā̱ṇo a̱bhi soma̱m ūdha̍ḥ |
piba̍nn uśā̱no ju̱ṣamā̍ṇo̱ andho̍ vava̱kṣa ṛ̱ṣvaḥ śu̍ca̱te dhanā̍ya ||

How, what priest's sacrifice hath he made mighty, rejoicing in the Soma and its fountain? Delighting in juice, eagerly drinking, the Lofty One hath waxed for splendid riches.

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

4.23.2

ko a̍sya vī̱raḥ sa̍dha̱māda̍m āpa̱ sam ā̍naṁśa suma̱tibhi̱ḥ ko a̍sya |
kad a̍sya ci̱traṁ ci̍kite̱ kad ū̱tī vṛ̱dhe bhu̍vac chaśamā̱nasya̱ yajyo̍ḥ ||

What hero hath been made his feast-companion? Who hath been partner in his loving-kindness? What know we of his wondrous acts? How often comes he to aid and speed the pious toiler?

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

4.23.3

ka̱thā śṛ̍ṇoti hū̱yamā̍na̱m indra̍ḥ ka̱thā śṛ̱ṇvann ava̍sām asya veda |
kā a̍sya pū̱rvīr upa̍mātayo ha ka̱thaina̍m āhu̱ḥ papu̍riṁ jari̱tre ||

How heareth Indra offered invocation? How, hearing, marketh he the invoker's wishes? What are his ancient acts of bounty? Wherefore call they him One who filleth full the singer?

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

4.23.4

ka̱thā sa̱bādha̍ḥ śaśamā̱no a̍sya̱ naśa̍d a̱bhi dravi̍ṇa̱ṁ dīdhyā̍naḥ |
de̱vo bhu̍va̱n nave̍dā ma ṛ̱tānā̱ṁ namo̍ jagṛ̱bhvām̐ a̱bhi yaj jujo̍ṣat ||

How doth the priest who laboureth, ever longing, win for himself the wealth which he possesseth? May he, the God, mark well my truthful praises, having received the homage which he loveth.

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

4.23.5

ka̱thā kad a̱syā u̱ṣaso̱ vyu̍ṣṭau de̱vo marta̍sya sa̱khyaṁ ju̍joṣa |
ka̱thā kad a̍sya sa̱khyaṁ sakhi̍bhyo̱ ye a̍smi̱n kāma̍ṁ su̱yuja̍ṁ tata̱sre ||

How, and what bond of friendship with a mortal hath the God chosen as this morn is breaking? How, and what love hath he for those who love him, who have entwined in him their firm affection?

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

4.23.6

kim ād ama̍traṁ sa̱khyaṁ sakhi̍bhyaḥ ka̱dā nu te̍ bhrā̱tram pra bra̍vāma |
śri̱ye su̱dṛśo̱ vapu̍r asya̱ sargā̱ḥ sva1̱̍r ṇa ci̱trata̍mam iṣa̱ ā goḥ ||

Is then thy friendship with thy friends most mighty? Thy brotherhood with us, -when may we tell it? The streams of milk move, as most wondrous sunlight, the beauty of the Lovely One for glory.

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

4.23.7

druha̱ṁ jighā̍ṁsan dhva̱rasa̍m ani̱ndrāṁ teti̍kte ti̱gmā tu̱jase̱ anī̍kā |
ṛ̱ṇā ci̱d yatra̍ ṛṇa̱yā na̍ u̱gro dū̱re ajñā̍tā u̱ṣaso̍ babā̱dhe ||

About to stay the Indra-less destructive spirit he sharpens his keen arms to strike her. Whereby the Strong, although our debts' exactor, drives in the distant mornings that we know not.

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

4.23.8

ṛ̱tasya̱ hi śu̱rudha̱ḥ santi̍ pū̱rvīr ṛ̱tasya̍ dhī̱tir vṛ̍ji̱nāni̍ hanti |
ṛ̱tasya̱ śloko̍ badhi̱rā ta̍tarda̱ karṇā̍ budhā̱naḥ śu̱camā̍na ā̱yoḥ ||

Eternal Law hath varied food that strengthens; thought of eternal Law, removes transgressions. The praise-hymn of eternal Law, arousing, glowing, hath oped the deaf ears of the living.

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

4.23.9

ṛ̱tasya̍ dṛ̱ḻhā dha̱ruṇā̍ni santi pu̱rūṇi̍ ca̱ndrā vapu̍ṣe̱ vapū̍ṁṣi |
ṛ̱tena̍ dī̱rgham i̍ṣaṇanta̱ pṛkṣa̍ ṛ̱tena̱ gāva̍ ṛ̱tam ā vi̍veśuḥ ||

Firm-seated are eternal Law's foundations in its fair form are many splendid beauties. By holy Law long lasting food they bring us; by holy Law have cows come to our worship.

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

4.23.10

ṛ̱taṁ ye̍mā̱na ṛ̱tam id va̍noty ṛ̱tasya̱ śuṣma̍s tura̱yā u̍ ga̱vyuḥ |
ṛ̱tāya̍ pṛ̱thvī ba̍hu̱le ga̍bhī̱re ṛ̱tāya̍ dhe̱nū pa̍ra̱me du̍hāte ||

Fixing eternal Law he, too, upholds it swift moves the might of Law and wins the booty. To Law belong the vast deep Earth and Heaven: Milch-kine supreme, to Law their milk they render.

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

4.23.11

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 to the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.

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

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