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Rigveda 8.69

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 8.69

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Sanskrit

8.69.1

pra-pra̍ vas tri̱ṣṭubha̱m iṣa̍m ma̱ndadvī̍rā̱yenda̍ve |
dhi̱yā vo̍ me̱dhasā̍taye̱ pura̱ṁdhyā vi̍vāsati ||

I SEND you forth the song of praise for Indu, hero-gladdener. With hymn and plenty he invites you to complete the sacrifice.

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

8.69.2

na̱daṁ va̱ oda̍tīnāṁ na̱daṁ yoyu̍vatīnām |
pati̍ṁ vo̱ aghnyā̍nāṁ dhenū̱nām i̍ṣudhyasi ||

Thou wishest for thy kine a bull, for those who long for his approach, For those who turn away from him, lord of thy cows whom none may kill.

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

8.69.3

tā a̍sya̱ sūda̍dohasa̱ḥ soma̍ṁ śrīṇanti̱ pṛśna̍yaḥ |
janma̍n de̱vānā̱ṁ viśa̍s tri̱ṣv ā ro̍ca̱ne di̱vaḥ ||

The dappled kine who stream with milk prepare his draught of Soma juice: Clans in the birth-place of the Gods, in the three luminous realms of heaven.

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

8.69.4

a̱bhi pra gopa̍tiṁ gi̱rendra̍m arca̱ yathā̍ vi̱de |
sū̱nuṁ sa̱tyasya̱ satpa̍tim ||

Praise, even as he is known, with song Indra the guardian of the kine, The Son of Truth, Lord of the brave.

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

8.69.5

ā hara̍yaḥ sasṛjri̱re 'ru̍ṣī̱r adhi̍ ba̱rhiṣi̍ |
yatrā̱bhi sa̱ṁnavā̍mahe ||

Hither his Bay Steeds have been sent, red Steeds are on the sacred grass Where we in concert sing our songs.

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

8.69.6

indrā̍ya̱ gāva̍ ā̱śira̍ṁ dudu̱hre va̱jriṇe̱ madhu̍ |
yat sī̍m upahva̱re vi̱dat ||

For Indra Thunder-armed the kine have yielded mingled milk and meath, What time he found them in the vault.

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

8.69.7

ud yad bra̱dhnasya̍ vi̱ṣṭapa̍ṁ gṛ̱ham indra̍ś ca̱ ganva̍hi |
madhva̍ḥ pī̱tvā sa̍cevahi̱ triḥ sa̱pta sakhyu̍ḥ pa̱de ||

When I and Indra mount on high up to the Bright One’s place and home, We, having drunk of meath, will reach his seat whose Friends are three times seven.

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

8.69.8

arca̍ta̱ prārca̍ta̱ priya̍medhāso̱ arca̍ta |
arca̍ntu putra̱kā u̱ta pura̱ṁ na dhṛ̱ṣṇv a̍rcata ||

Sing, sing ye forth your songs of praise, ye Priyamedhas, sing your songs: Yea, let young children sing their lauds: as a strong castle praise ye him.

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

8.69.9

ava̍ svarāti̱ garga̍ro go̱dhā pari̍ saniṣvaṇat |
piṅgā̱ pari̍ caniṣkada̱d indrā̍ya̱ brahmodya̍tam ||

Now loudly let the viol sound, the lute send out its voice with might, Shrill be the music of the string. To Indra is the hymn upraised

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

8.69.10

ā yat pata̍nty e̱nya̍ḥ su̱dughā̱ ana̍pasphuraḥ |
a̱pa̱sphura̍ṁ gṛbhāyata̱ soma̱m indrā̍ya̱ pāta̍ve ||

When hither speed the dappled cows, unflinching, easy to be milked, Seize quickly, as it bursts away, the Soma juice for Indra’s drink

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

8.69.11

apā̱d indro̱ apā̍d a̱gnir viśve̍ de̱vā a̍matsata |
varu̍ṇa̱ id i̱ha kṣa̍ya̱t tam āpo̍ a̱bhy a̍nūṣata va̱tsaṁ sa̱ṁśiśva̍rīr iva ||

Indra hath drunk, Agni hath drunk: all Deities have drunk their fill. Here Varuṇa shall have his home, to whom the floods have sung aloud as mother-kine unto their calves.

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

8.69.12

su̱de̱vo a̍si varuṇa̱ yasya̍ te sa̱pta sindha̍vaḥ |
a̱nu̱kṣara̍nti kā̱kuda̍ṁ sū̱rmya̍ṁ suṣi̱rām i̍va ||

Thou, Varuṇa, to whom belong Seven Rivers, art a glorious God. The waters flow into thy throat as 'twere a pipe with ample mouth.

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

8.69.13

yo vyatī̱m̐r aphā̍ṇaya̱t suyu̍ktā̱m̐ upa̍ dā̱śuṣe̍ |
ta̱kvo ne̱tā tad id vapu̍r upa̱mā yo amu̍cyata ||

He who hath made the fleet steeds spring, well-harnessed, to the worshipper, He, the swift Guide, is that fair form that loosed the horses near at hand.

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

8.69.14

atīd u̍ śa̱kra o̍hata̱ indro̱ viśvā̱ ati̱ dviṣa̍ḥ |
bhi̱nat ka̱nīna̍ oda̱nam pa̱cyamā̍nam pa̱ro gi̱rā ||

Indra, the very Mighty, holds his enemies in utter scorn. He, far away, and yet a child, cleft the cloud smitten by his voice.

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

8.69.15

a̱rbha̱ko na ku̍māra̱ko 'dhi̍ tiṣṭha̱n nava̱ṁ ratha̍m |
sa pa̍kṣan mahi̱ṣam mṛ̱gam pi̱tre mā̱tre vi̍bhu̱kratu̍m ||

He, yet a boy exceeding small, mounted his newly-fashioned car. He for his Mother and his Sire cooked the wild mighty buffalo.

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

8.69.16

ā tū su̍śipra dampate̱ ratha̍ṁ tiṣṭhā hira̱ṇyaya̍m |
adha̍ dyu̱kṣaṁ sa̍cevahi sa̱hasra̍pādam aru̱ṣaṁ sva̍sti̱gām a̍ne̱hasa̍m ||

Lord of the home, fair-helmeted, ascend thy chariot wrought of gold. We will attend the Heavenly One, the thousand-footed, red of hue, matchless, who blesses where he goes.

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

8.69.17

taṁ ghe̍m i̱tthā na̍ma̱svina̱ upa̍ sva̱rāja̍m āsate |
artha̍ṁ cid asya̱ sudhi̍ta̱ṁ yad eta̍va āva̱rtaya̍nti dā̱vane̍ ||

With reverence they come hitherward to him as to a Sovran Lord, That they may bring him near for this man’s good success, to prosper and bestow his gifts.

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

8.69.18

anu̍ pra̱tnasyauka̍saḥ pri̱yame̍dhāsa eṣām |
pūrvā̱m anu̱ praya̍tiṁ vṛ̱ktaba̍rhiṣo hi̱tapra̍yasa āśata ||

The Priyamedhas have observed the offering of the men of old, Of ancient custom, while they strewed the sacred grass, and spread their sacrificial food.

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

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