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Rigveda 4.44

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 4.44

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Sanskrit

4.44.1

taṁ vā̱ṁ ratha̍ṁ va̱yam a̱dyā hu̍vema pṛthu̱jraya̍m aśvinā̱ saṁga̍ti̱ṁ goḥ |
yaḥ sū̱ryāṁ vaha̍ti vandhurā̱yur girvā̍hasam puru̱tama̍ṁ vasū̱yum ||

WE will invoke this day your car, farspreading, O Aṣvins, even the gathering, of the sunlight,– Car praised in hymns, most ample, rich in treasure, fitted with seats, the car that beareth Sûrya.

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

4.44.2

yu̱vaṁ śriya̍m aśvinā de̱vatā̱ tāṁ divo̍ napātā vanatha̱ḥ śacī̍bhiḥ |
yu̱vor vapu̍r a̱bhi pṛkṣa̍ḥ sacante̱ vaha̍nti̱ yat ka̍ku̱hāso̱ rathe̍ vām ||

Aṣvins, ye gained that glory by your Godhead, ye Sons of Heaven, by your own might and power. Food followeth close upon your bright appearing when stately horses in your chariot draw you.

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

4.44.3

ko vā̍m a̱dyā ka̍rate rā̱taha̍vya ū̱taye̍ vā suta̱peyā̍ya vā̱rkaiḥ |
ṛ̱tasya̍ vā va̱nuṣe̍ pū̱rvyāya̱ namo̍ yemā̱no a̍śvi̱nā va̍vartat ||

Who bringeth you to-day for help with offered oblation, or with hymns to drink the juices? Who, for the sacrifice's ancient lover, turneth you hither, Aṣvins, offering homage?

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

4.44.4

hi̱ra̱ṇyaye̍na purubhū̱ rathe̍ne̱maṁ ya̱jñaṁ nā̍sa̱tyopa̍ yātam |
pibā̍tha̱ in madhu̍naḥ so̱myasya̱ dadha̍tho̱ ratna̍ṁ vidha̱te janā̍ya ||

Borne on your golden car, ye omnipresent! come to this sacrifice of ours, Nâsatyas. Drink of the pleasant liquor of the Soma give riches to the people who adore you.

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

4.44.5

ā no̍ yātaṁ di̱vo acchā̍ pṛthi̱vyā hi̍ra̱ṇyaye̍na su̱vṛtā̱ rathe̍na |
mā vā̍m a̱nye ni ya̍man deva̱yanta̱ḥ saṁ yad da̱de nābhi̍ḥ pū̱rvyā vā̍m ||

Come hitherward to us from earth, from heaven, borne on your golden chariot rolling lightly. Suffer not other worshippers to stay you here are ye bound by earlier bonds of friendship.

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

4.44.6

nū no̍ ra̱yim pu̍ru̱vīra̍m bṛ̱hanta̱ṁ dasrā̱ mimā̍thām u̱bhaye̍ṣv a̱sme |
naro̱ yad vā̍m aśvinā̱ stoma̱m āva̍n sa̱dhastu̍tim ājamī̱ḻhāso̍ agman ||

Now for us both, mete out, O WonderWorkers, riches exceeding great with store of heroes, Because the men have sent you praise, O Aṣvins, and Ajamîḷhas come to the laudation.

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

4.44.7

i̱heha̱ yad vā̍ṁ sama̱nā pa̍pṛ̱kṣe seyam a̱sme su̍ma̱tir vā̍jaratnā |
u̱ru̱ṣyata̍ṁ jari̱tāra̍ṁ yu̱vaṁ ha̍ śri̱taḥ kāmo̍ nāsatyā yuva̱drik ||

Whene'er I gratified you here together, your grace was given us, O ye rich in booty. Protect, ye Twain, the singer of your praises: to you, Nâsatyas, is my wish directed.

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

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