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Rigveda 8.72

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 8.72

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Sanskrit

8.72.1

ha̱viṣ kṛ̍ṇudhva̱m ā ga̍mad adhva̱ryur va̍nate̱ puna̍ḥ |
vi̱dvām̐ a̍sya pra̱śāsa̍nam ||

PREPARE oblation: let him come; and let the minister serve again Who knows the ordering thereof,

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

8.72.2

ni ti̱gmam a̱bhy a1̱̍ṁśuṁ sīda̱d dhotā̍ ma̱nāv adhi̍ |
ju̱ṣā̱ṇo a̍sya sa̱khyam ||

Rejoicing in his friendship, let the priest be seated over man, Beside the shoot of active power.

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

8.72.3

a̱ntar i̍cchanti̱ taṁ jane̍ ru̱dram pa̱ro ma̍nī̱ṣayā̍ |
gṛ̱bhṇanti̍ ji̱hvayā̍ sa̱sam ||

Him, glowing bright beyond all thought, they seek among the race of man; With him for tougue they seize the food.

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

8.72.4

jā̱my a̍tītape̱ dhanu̍r vayo̱dhā a̍ruha̱d vana̍m |
dṛ̱ṣada̍ṁ ji̱hvayāva̍dhīt ||

He hath inflamed the twofold plain: lifegiving, he hath climbed the wood, And with his tongue hath struck the rock.

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

8.72.5

cara̍n va̱tso ruśa̍nn i̱ha ni̍dā̱tāra̱ṁ na vi̍ndate |
veti̱ stota̍va a̱mbya̍m ||

Wandering here the radiant Calf finds none to fetter him, and seeks The Mother to declare his praise.

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

8.72.6

u̱to nv a̍sya̱ yan ma̱had aśvā̍va̱d yoja̍nam bṛ̱had |
dā̱mā ratha̍sya̱ dadṛ̍śe ||

And now that great and mighty team, the team of horses that are his, And traces of his car, are seen.

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

8.72.7

du̱hanti̍ sa̱ptaikā̱m upa̱ dvā pañca̍ sṛjataḥ |
tī̱rthe sindho̱r adhi̍ sva̱re ||

The seven milk a single cow; the two set other five to work, On the stream's loud-resounding bank.

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

8.72.8

ā da̱śabhi̍r vi̱vasva̍ta̱ indra̱ḥ kośa̍m acucyavīt |
kheda̍yā tri̱vṛtā̍ di̱vaḥ ||

Entreated by Vivasvan's ten, Indra cast down the water-jar With threefold hammer from the sky.

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

8.72.9

pari̍ tri̱dhātu̍r adhva̱raṁ jū̱rṇir e̍ti̱ navī̍yasī |
madhvā̱ hotā̍ro añjate ||

Three times the newly-kindled flame proceeds around the sacrifice: The priests anoint it with the meath.

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

8.72.10

si̱ñcanti̱ nama̍sāva̱tam u̱ccāca̍kra̱m pari̍jmānam |
nī̱cīna̍bāra̱m akṣi̍tam ||

With reverence they drain the fount that circles with its wheel above, Exhaustless, with the mouth below.

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

8.72.11

a̱bhyāra̱m id adra̍yo̱ niṣi̍kta̱m puṣka̍re̱ madhu̍ |
a̱va̱tasya̍ vi̱sarja̍ne ||

The pressing-stones are set at work: the meath is poured into the tank, At the out-shedding of the fount.

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

8.72.12

gāva̱ upā̍vatāva̱tam ma̱hī ya̱jñasya̍ ra̱psudā̍ |
u̱bhā karṇā̍ hira̱ṇyayā̍ ||

Ye cows, protect the fount: the two Mighty Ones bless the sacrifice. The handles twain are wrought of gold.

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

8.72.13

ā su̱te si̍ñcata̱ śriya̱ṁ roda̍syor abhi̱śriya̍m |
ra̱sā da̍dhīta vṛṣa̱bham ||

Pour on the juice the ornament which reaches both the heaven and earth Supply the liquid to the Bull.

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

8.72.14

te jā̍nata̱ svam o̱kya1̱̍ṁ saṁ va̱tsāso̱ na mā̱tṛbhi̍ḥ |
mi̱tho na̍santa jā̱mibhi̍ḥ ||

These know their own abiding-place: like calves beside the mother cows They meet together with their kin.

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

8.72.15

upa̱ srakve̍ṣu̱ bapsa̍taḥ kṛṇva̱te dha̱ruṇa̍ṁ di̱vi |
indre̍ a̱gnā nama̱ḥ sva̍ḥ ||

Devouring in their greedy jaws, they make sustaining food in heaven, To Indra, Agni light and prayer.

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

8.72.16

adhu̍kṣat pi̱pyuṣī̱m iṣa̱m ūrja̍ṁ sa̱ptapa̍dīm a̱riḥ |
sūrya̍sya sa̱pta ra̱śmibhi̍ḥ ||

The Pious One milked out rich food, sustenance dealt in portions seven, Together with the Sun's seven rays.

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

8.72.17

soma̍sya mitrāvaru̱ṇodi̍tā̱ sūra̱ ā da̍de |
tad ātu̍rasya bheṣa̱jam ||

I took some Soma when the Sun rose up, O Mitra, Varuṇa. That is the sick man's medicine.

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

8.72.18

u̱to nv a̍sya̱ yat pa̱daṁ ha̍rya̱tasya̍ nidhā̱nya̍m |
pari̱ dyāṁ ji̱hvayā̍tanat ||

From where oblations must be laid, which is the Well-beloved's home, He with his tongue hath compassed heaven.

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

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