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Rigveda 9.70

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 9.70

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9.70.1

trir a̍smai sa̱pta dhe̱navo̍ duduhre sa̱tyām ā̱śira̍m pū̱rvye vyo̍mani |
ca̱tvāry a̱nyā bhuva̍nāni ni̱rṇije̱ cārū̍ṇi cakre̱ yad ṛ̱tair ava̍rdhata ||

THE three times seven Milch-kine in the eastern heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine milky draught. Four other beauteous Creatures hath he made for his adornment, when he waxed in strength through holy rites.

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

9.70.2

sa bhikṣa̍māṇo a̱mṛta̍sya̱ cāru̍ṇa u̱bhe dyāvā̱ kāvye̍nā̱ vi śa̍śrathe |
teji̍ṣṭhā a̱po ma̱ṁhanā̱ pari̍ vyata̱ yadī̍ de̱vasya̱ śrava̍sā̱ sado̍ vi̱duḥ ||

Longing for lovely Amrit, by his wisdom he divided, each apart from other, earth and heaven. He gladly wrapped himself in the most lucid floods, when through their glory they found the God's resting-place.

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

9.70.3

te a̍sya santu ke̱tavo 'mṛ̍tya̱vo 'dā̍bhyāso ja̱nuṣī̍ u̱bhe anu̍ |
yebhi̍r nṛ̱mṇā ca̍ de̱vyā̍ ca puna̱ta ād id rājā̍nam ma̱nanā̍ agṛbhṇata ||

May those his brilliant rays he ever free from death, inviolate, for both classes of created things,– Rays wherewith powers of men and Gods are purified. Yea, even for this have sageswelcomed him as King.

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

9.70.4

sa mṛ̱jyamā̍no da̱śabhi̍ḥ su̱karma̍bhi̱ḥ pra ma̍dhya̱māsu̍ mā̱tṛṣu̍ pra̱me sacā̍ |
vra̱tāni̍ pā̱no a̱mṛta̍sya̱ cāru̍ṇa u̱bhe nṛ̱cakṣā̱ anu̍ paśyate̱ viśau̍ ||

He, while he is adorned by the ten skilful ones, that he too in the Midmost Mothers may create, While he is watching o'er the lovely Amrit's ways, looks on both races as Beholder of mankind.

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

9.70.5

sa ma̍rmṛjā̱na i̍ndri̱yāya̱ dhāya̍sa̱ obhe a̱ntā roda̍sī harṣate hi̱taḥ |
vṛṣā̱ śuṣme̍ṇa bādhate̱ vi du̍rma̱tīr ā̱dedi̍śānaḥ śarya̱heva̍ śu̱rudha̍ḥ ||

He, while he is adorned to stream forth mighty strength, rejoices in his place between the earth and heaven. The Steer dispels the evil-hearted with his might, aiming at offerings as an archer at the game.

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

9.70.6

sa mā̱tarā̱ na dadṛ̍śāna u̱sriyo̱ nāna̍dad eti ma̱rutā̍m iva sva̱naḥ |
jā̱nann ṛ̱tam pra̍tha̱maṁ yat sva̍rṇara̱m praśa̍staye̱ kam a̍vṛṇīta su̱kratu̍ḥ ||

Beholding, as it were, Two Mother Cows, the Steer goes roaring on his way even as the Maruts roar. Knowing Eternal Law, the earliest light of heaven, he, passing wise, was chosen out to tell it forth.

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

9.70.7

ru̱vati̍ bhī̱mo vṛ̍ṣa̱bhas ta̍vi̱ṣyayā̱ śṛṅge̱ śiśā̍no̱ hari̍ṇī vicakṣa̱ṇaḥ |
ā yoni̱ṁ soma̱ḥ sukṛ̍ta̱ṁ ni ṣī̍dati ga̱vyayī̱ tvag bha̍vati ni̱rṇig a̱vyayī̍ ||

The fearful Bull is bellowing with violent might, far-sighted, sharpening his yellowcoloured horns. Soma assumes his seat in the well-fashioned place: the cowhide and the sheepskin are his ornament.

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

9.70.8

śuci̍ḥ punā̱nas ta̱nva̍m are̱pasa̱m avye̱ hari̱r ny a̍dhāviṣṭa̱ sāna̍vi |
juṣṭo̍ mi̱trāya̱ varu̍ṇāya vā̱yave̍ tri̱dhātu̱ madhu̍ kriyate su̱karma̍bhiḥ ||

Bright, making pure his body free from spot and stain, on the sheep's back the Golden-coloured hath flowed down. Acceptable to Mitra, Vâyu, Varuṇa, he is prepared as threefold meal by skilful men.

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

9.70.9

pava̍sva soma de̱vavī̍taye̱ vṛṣendra̍sya̱ hārdi̍ soma̱dhāna̱m ā vi̍śa |
pu̱rā no̍ bā̱dhād du̍ri̱tāti̍ pāraya kṣetra̱vid dhi diśa̱ āhā̍ vipṛccha̱te ||

Flow on for the God's banquet, Soma, as a Steer, and enter Indra's heart, the Soma's reservoir. Bear us beyond misfortune ere we be oppres. sed. the man who knows the land directs the man who asks.

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

9.70.10

hi̱to na sapti̍r a̱bhi vāja̍m a̱rṣendra̍syendo ja̱ṭhara̱m ā pa̍vasva |
nā̱vā na sindhu̱m ati̍ parṣi vi̱dvāñ chūro̱ na yudhya̱nn ava̍ no ni̱daḥ spa̍ḥ ||

Urged like a car-steed flow to strength, O Soma: Indu, flow onward to the throat of Indra. Skilled, bear us past, as in a boat o'er water: as battling Hero save us from the foeman.

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

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