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Rigveda 7.55

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 7.55

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Sanskrit

7.55.1

a̱mī̱va̱hā vā̍stoṣ pate̱ viśvā̍ rū̱pāṇy ā̍vi̱śan |
sakhā̍ su̱śeva̍ edhi naḥ ||

VÂSTOSHPATI, who killest all disease and wearest every form, Be an auspicious Friend to us.

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

7.55.2

yad a̍rjuna sārameya da̱taḥ pi̍śaṅga̱ yaccha̍se |
vī̍va bhrājanta ṛ̱ṣṭaya̱ upa̱ srakve̍ṣu̱ bapsa̍to̱ ni ṣu sva̍pa ||

When, O bright Son of Saramâ, thou showest, tawny-hued! thy teeth, They gleam like lances' points within thy mouth when thou wouldst bite; go thou to steep.

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

7.55.3

ste̱naṁ rā̍ya sārameya̱ taska̍raṁ vā punaḥsara |
sto̱tṝn indra̍sya rāyasi̱ kim a̱smān du̍cchunāyase̱ ni ṣu sva̍pa ||

Saramâ's Son, retrace thy way: bark at the robber and the thief. At Indra's singers barkest thou? Why dust thou seek to terrify us? Go to sleep.

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

7.55.4

tvaṁ sū̍ka̱rasya̍ dardṛhi̱ tava̍ dardartu sūka̱raḥ |
sto̱tṝn indra̍sya rāyasi̱ kim a̱smān du̍cchunāyase̱ ni ṣu sva̍pa ||

Be on thy guard against the boar, and let the boar beware of thee. At Indra's singers barkest thou? Why dost thou seek to terrify us? Go to sleep.

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

7.55.5

sastu̍ mā̱tā sastu̍ pi̱tā sastu̱ śvā sastu̍ vi̱śpati̍ḥ |
sa̱santu̱ sarve̍ jñā̱taya̱ḥ sastv a̱yam a̱bhito̱ jana̍ḥ ||

Sleep mother, let the father sleep, sleep dog and master of the house. Let all the kinsmen sleep, sleep all the people who are round about.

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

7.55.6

ya āste̱ yaś ca̱ cara̍ti̱ yaś ca̱ paśya̍ti no̱ jana̍ḥ |
teṣā̱ṁ saṁ ha̍nmo a̱kṣāṇi̱ yathe̱daṁ ha̱rmyaṁ tathā̍ ||

The man who sits, the man who walks, and whosoever looks on us, Of these we closely shut the eyes, even as we closely shut this house.

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

7.55.7

sa̱hasra̍śṛṅgo vṛṣa̱bho yaḥ sa̍mu̱drād u̱dāca̍rat |
tenā̍ saha̱sye̍nā va̱yaṁ ni janā̍n svāpayāmasi ||

The Bull who hath a thousand horns, who rises up from out the sea,– By him the Strong and Mighty One we lull and make the people sleep.

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

7.55.8

pro̱ṣṭhe̱śa̱yā va̍hyeśa̱yā nārī̱r yās ta̍lpa̱śīva̍rīḥ |
striyo̱ yāḥ puṇya̍gandhā̱s tāḥ sarvā̍ḥ svāpayāmasi ||

The women sleeping in the court, lying without, or stretched on beds, The matrons with their odorous sweetsthese, one and all, we lull to sleep.

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

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