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Rigveda 8.78

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 8.78

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Sanskrit

8.78.1

pu̱ro̱ḻāśa̍ṁ no̱ andha̍sa̱ indra̍ sa̱hasra̱m ā bha̍ra |
śa̱tā ca̍ śūra̱ gonā̍m ||

BRING us a thousand, Indra, as our guerdon for the Soma juice: Hundreds of kine, O Hero, bring.

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

8.78.2

ā no̍ bhara̱ vyañja̍na̱ṁ gām aśva̍m a̱bhyañja̍nam |
sacā̍ ma̱nā hi̍ra̱ṇyayā̍ ||

Bring cattle, bring us ornament, bring us embellishment and steeds, Give us, besides, two rings of gold.

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

8.78.3

u̱ta na̍ḥ karṇa̱śobha̍nā pu̱rūṇi̍ dhṛṣṇa̱v ā bha̍ra |
tvaṁ hi śṛ̍ṇvi̱ṣe va̍so ||

And, Bold One, bring in ample store rich jewels to adorn the ear, For thou, Good Lord, art far renowned.

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

8.78.4

nakī̍ṁ vṛdhī̱ka i̍ndra te̱ na su̱ṣā na su̱dā u̱ta |
nānyas tvac chū̍ra vā̱ghata̍ḥ ||

None other is there for the priest, Hero! but thou, to give him gifts, To win much spoil and prosper him.

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

8.78.5

nakī̱m indro̱ nika̍rtave̱ na śa̱kraḥ pari̍śaktave |
viśva̍ṁ śṛṇoti̱ paśya̍ti ||

Indra can never be brought low, Ṣakra can never be subdued: He heareth and beholdeth all.

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

8.78.6

sa ma̱nyum martyā̍nā̱m ada̍bdho̱ ni ci̍kīṣate |
pu̱rā ni̱daś ci̍kīṣate ||

He spieth out the wrath of man, he who can never be deceived: Ere blame can come he marketh it.

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

8.78.7

kratva̱ it pū̱rṇam u̱dara̍ṁ tu̱rasyā̍sti vidha̱taḥ |
vṛ̱tra̱ghnaḥ so̍ma̱pāvna̍ḥ ||

He hath his stomach full of might, the Vritra-slayer, Conqueror, The Soma-drinker, ordering all.

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

8.78.8

tve vasū̍ni̱ saṁga̍tā̱ viśvā̍ ca soma̱ saubha̍gā |
su̱dātv apa̍rihvṛtā ||

In thee all treasures are combined, Soma all blessed things in thee, Uninjured, easy to bestow.

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

8.78.9

tvām id ya̍va̱yur mama̱ kāmo̍ ga̱vyur hi̍raṇya̱yuḥ |
tvām a̍śva̱yur eṣa̍te ||

To thee speeds forth my hope that craves the gift of corn, and kine and gold, Yea, craving horses, speeds to thee.

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

8.78.10

taved i̍ndrā̱ham ā̱śasā̱ haste̱ dātra̍ṁ ca̱nā da̍de |
di̱nasya̍ vā maghava̱n sambhṛ̍tasya vā pū̱rdhi yava̍sya kā̱śinā̍ ||

Indra, through hope in thee alone even this sickle do I grasp. Fill my hand, Maghavan, with all that it can hold of barley cut or gathered up.

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

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