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Rigveda 6.62

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 6.62

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6.62.1

stu̱ṣe narā̍ di̱vo a̱sya pra̱santā̱śvinā̍ huve̱ jara̍māṇo a̱rkaiḥ |
yā sa̱dya u̱srā vyuṣi̱ jmo antā̱n yuyū̍ṣata̱ḥ pary u̱rū varā̍ṁsi ||

I LAUD the Heroes Twain, this heaven's Controllers: singing with songs of praise I call the Aṣvins, Fain in a moment, when the morns are breaking, to part the earth's ends and the spacious regions.

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

6.62.2

tā ya̱jñam ā śuci̍bhiś cakramā̱ṇā ratha̍sya bhā̱nuṁ ru̍rucū̱ rajo̍bhiḥ |
pu̱rū varā̱ṁsy ami̍tā̱ mimā̍nā̱po dhanvā̱ny ati̍ yātho̱ ajrā̍n ||

Moving to sacrifice through realms of lustre they light the radiance of the car that bears them. traversing many wide unmeasured spaces, over the wastes ye pass, and fields, and waters.

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

6.62.3

tā ha̱ tyad va̱rtir yad ara̍dhram ugre̱tthā dhiya̍ ūhathu̱ḥ śaśva̱d aśvai̍ḥ |
mano̍javebhir iṣi̱raiḥ śa̱yadhyai̱ pari̱ vyathi̍r dā̱śuṣo̱ martya̍sya ||

Ye to that bounteous path of yours, ye mighty, have ever borne away our thoughts with horses, Mind-swift and full of vigour, that the trouble of man who offers gifts might cease and slumber.

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

6.62.4

tā navya̍so̱ jara̍māṇasya̱ manmopa̍ bhūṣato yuyujā̱nasa̍ptī |
śubha̱m pṛkṣa̱m iṣa̱m ūrja̱ṁ vaha̍ntā̱ hotā̍ yakṣat pra̱tno a̱dhrug yuvā̍nā ||

So ye, when ye have yoked your chariothorses, come to the hymn of the most recent singer. Our true and ancient Herald Priest shall bring you, the Youthful, bearing splendour, food, and vigour.

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

6.62.5

tā va̱lgū da̱srā pu̍ru̱śāka̍tamā pra̱tnā navya̍sā̱ vaca̱sā vi̍vāse |
yā śaṁsa̍te stuva̱te śambha̍viṣṭhā babhū̱vatu̍r gṛṇa̱te ci̱trarā̍tī ||

With newest hymn I call those Wonder-Workers, ancient and brilliant, and exceeding mighty, Bringers of bliss to him who lauds and praises, bestowing varied bounties on the singer.

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

6.62.6

tā bhu̱jyuṁ vibhi̍r a̱dbhyaḥ sa̍mu̱drāt tugra̍sya sū̱num ū̍hathū̱ rajo̍bhiḥ |
a̱re̱ṇubhi̱r yoja̍nebhir bhu̱jantā̍ pata̱tribhi̱r arṇa̍so̱ nir u̱pasthā̍t ||

So ye, with birds, out of the sea and waters bore Bhujyu, son of Tugra, through the regions. Speeding with winged steeds through dustless spaces, out of the bosom of the flood they bore him.

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

6.62.7

vi ja̱yuṣā̍ rathyā yāta̱m adri̍ṁ śru̱taṁ hava̍ṁ vṛṣaṇā vadhrima̱tyāḥ |
da̱śa̱syantā̍ śa̱yave̍ pipyathu̱r gām iti̍ cyavānā suma̱tim bhu̍raṇyū ||

Victors, car-borne, ye rent the rock asunder: Bulls, heard the calling of the eunuch's consort. Bounteous, ye filled the cow with milk for Ṣayu: thus, swift and zealous Ones, ye showed your favour.

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

6.62.8

yad ro̍dasī pra̱divo̱ asti̱ bhūmā̱ heḻo̍ de̱vānā̍m u̱ta ma̍rtya̱trā |
tad ā̍dityā vasavo rudriyāso rakṣo̱yuje̱ tapu̍r a̱ghaṁ da̍dhāta ||

Whate'er from olden time, Heaven, Earth! existeth great object of the wrath of Gods and mortals, Make that, Âdityas, Vasus, sons of Rudra, an evil brand to one allied with demons.

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

6.62.9

ya ī̱ṁ rājā̍nāv ṛtu̱thā vi̱dadha̱d raja̍so mi̱tro varu̍ṇa̱ś cike̍tat |
ga̱mbhī̱rāya̱ rakṣa̍se he̱tim a̍sya̱ droghā̍ya ci̱d vaca̍sa̱ āna̍vāya ||

May he who knows, as Varuṇa and Mitra, air's realm, appointing both the Kings in season, Against the secret fiend cast forth his weapon, against the lying words that strangers utter.

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

6.62.10

anta̍raiś ca̱krais tana̍yāya va̱rtir dyu̱matā yā̍taṁ nṛ̱vatā̱ rathe̍na |
sanu̍tyena̱ tyaja̍sā̱ martya̍sya vanuṣya̱tām api̍ śī̱rṣā va̍vṛktam ||

Come to our home with friendly wheels, for offspring; come on your radiant chariot rich in heroes. Strike off, ye Twain, the heads of our assailants who with man's treacherous attack approach us.

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

6.62.11

ā pa̍ra̱mābhi̍r u̱ta ma̍dhya̱mābhi̍r ni̱yudbhi̍r yātam ava̱mābhi̍r a̱rvāk |
dṛ̱ḻhasya̍ ci̱d goma̍to̱ vi vra̱jasya̱ duro̍ vartaṁ gṛṇa̱te ci̍trarātī ||

Come hitherward to us with teams of horses, the highest and the midmost and the lowest. Bountiful Lords, throw open to the singer doors e'en of the firm-closed stall of cattle.

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

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