Pramāṇa · Search · About · API

Rigveda 6.63

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 6.63

Language
Sanskrit

6.63.1

kva1̱̍ tyā va̱lgū pu̍ruhū̱tādya dū̱to na stomo̍ 'vida̱n nama̍svān |
ā yo a̱rvāṅ nāsa̍tyā va̱varta̱ preṣṭhā̱ hy asa̍tho asya̱ manma̍n ||

WHERE hath the hymn with reverence, like an envoy, found both fair Gods to-day, invoked of many- Hymn that hath brought the two Nâsatyas hither? To this man's thought be ye, both Gods, most friendly.

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

6.63.2

ara̍m me ganta̱ṁ hava̍nāyā̱smai gṛ̍ṇā̱nā yathā̱ pibā̍tho̱ andha̍ḥ |
pari̍ ha̱ tyad va̱rtir yā̍tho ri̱ṣo na yat paro̱ nānta̍ras tutu̱ryāt ||

Come readily to this mine invocation, lauded with songs, that ye may drink the juices. Compass this house to keep it from the foeman, that none may force it, either near or distant.

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

6.63.3

akā̍ri vā̱m andha̍so̱ varī̍ma̱nn astā̍ri ba̱rhiḥ su̍prāya̱ṇata̍mam |
u̱ttā̱naha̍sto yuva̱yur va̍va̱ndā vā̱ṁ nakṣa̍nto̱ adra̍ya āñjan ||

Juice in wide room hath been prepared to feast you: for you the grass is strewn, most soft to tread on. With lifted hands your servant hath adored you. Yearningfor you the press-stones shed the liquid.

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

6.63.4

ū̱rdhvo vā̍m a̱gnir a̍dhva̱reṣv a̍sthā̱t pra rā̱tir e̍ti jū̱rṇinī̍ ghṛ̱tācī̍ |
pra hotā̍ gū̱rtama̍nā urā̱ṇo 'yu̍kta̱ yo nāsa̍tyā̱ havī̍man ||

Agni uplifts him at your sacrifices: forth goes the oblation dropping oil and glowing. Up stands the grateful-minded priest, elected, appointed to invoke the two Nâsatyas.

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

6.63.5

adhi̍ śri̱ye du̍hi̱tā sūrya̍sya̱ ratha̍ṁ tasthau purubhujā śa̱toti̍m |
pra mā̱yābhi̍r māyinā bhūta̱m atra̱ narā̍ nṛtū̱ jani̍man ya̱jñiyā̍nām ||

Lords of great wealth! for glory, Sûrya's Daughter mounted your car that brings a hundred succours. Famed for your magic arts were ye, magicians! amid the race of Gods, ye dancing Heroes!

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

6.63.6

yu̱vaṁ śrī̱bhir da̍rśa̱tābhi̍r ā̱bhiḥ śu̱bhe pu̱ṣṭim ū̍hathuḥ sū̱ryāyā̍ḥ |
pra vā̱ṁ vayo̱ vapu̱ṣe 'nu̍ papta̱n nakṣa̱d vāṇī̱ suṣṭu̍tā dhiṣṇyā vām ||

Ye Twain, with these your glories fair to look on, brought, to win victory, rich gifts for Sûryâ. After you flew your birds, marvels of beauty: dear to our hearts! the song, well lauded, reached you.

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

6.63.7

ā vā̱ṁ vayo 'śvā̍so̱ vahi̍ṣṭhā a̱bhi prayo̍ nāsatyā vahantu |
pra vā̱ṁ ratho̱ mano̍javā asarjī̱ṣaḥ pṛ̱kṣa i̱ṣidho̱ anu̍ pū̱rvīḥ ||

May your winged coursers, best to draw. Nâsatyas! convey you to the object of your wishes. Swift as the thought, your car hath been sent onward to food of many a sort and dainty viands.

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

6.63.8

pu̱ru hi vā̍m purubhujā de̱ṣṇaṁ dhe̱nuṁ na̱ iṣa̍m pinvata̱m asa̍krām |
stuta̍ś ca vām mādhvī suṣṭu̱tiś ca̱ rasā̍ś ca̱ ye vā̱m anu̍ rā̱tim agma̍n ||

Lords of great wealth, manifold is your bounty: ye filled our cow with food that never faileth. Lovers of sweetness! yours are praise and singers, and poured libations which have sought your favour.

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

6.63.9

u̱ta ma̍ ṛ̱jre pura̍yasya ra̱ghvī su̍mī̱ḻhe śa̱tam pe̍ru̱ke ca̍ pa̱kvā |
śā̱ṇḍo dā̍d dhira̱ṇina̱ḥ smaddi̍ṣṭī̱n daśa̍ va̱śāso̍ abhi̱ṣāca̍ ṛ̱ṣvān ||

Mine were two mares of Puraya, brown, swift-footed; a hundred with Sumîḍha, food with Peruk. Ṣâṇḍa gave ten gold-decked and well-trained horses, tame and obedient and of lofty stature.

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

6.63.10

saṁ vā̍ṁ śa̱tā nā̍satyā sa̱hasrāśvā̍nām puru̱panthā̍ gi̱re dā̍t |
bha̱radvā̍jāya vīra̱ nū gi̱re dā̍d dha̱tā rakṣā̍ṁsi purudaṁsasā syuḥ ||

Nâsatyas! Purupanthas offered hundreds, thousands of steeds to him who sang your praises, Gave, Heroes! to the singer Bharadvâja. Ye-Wonder-Workers, let the fiends be slaughtered.

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

6.63.11

ā vā̍ṁ su̱mne vari̍man sū̱ribhi̍ḥ ṣyām ||

May I with princes share your bliss in freedom.

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

Translations (5)

Commentaries (10)

Other recensions (1)

Linked texts (13)