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Rigveda 9.77

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 9.77

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9.77.1

e̱ṣa pra kośe̱ madhu̍mām̐ acikrada̱d indra̍sya̱ vajro̱ vapu̍ṣo̱ vapu̍ṣṭaraḥ |
a̱bhīm ṛ̱tasya̍ su̱dughā̍ ghṛta̱ścuto̍ vā̱śrā a̍rṣanti̱ paya̍seva dhe̱nava̍ḥ ||

MORE beauteous than the beautiful, as Indra's bolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat. Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him like milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.

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

9.77.2

sa pū̱rvyaḥ pa̍vate̱ yaṁ di̱vas pari̍ śye̱no ma̍thā̱yad i̍ṣi̱tas ti̱ro raja̍ḥ |
sa madhva̱ ā yu̍vate̱ vevi̍jāna̱ it kṛ̱śāno̱r astu̱r mana̱sāha̍ bi̱bhyuṣā̍ ||

On flows that Ancient One whom, hitherward, from heaven, sped through the region of the air, the Falcon snatched. He, quivering with alarm and terrified in heart before bow-armed Kṛiṣânu, holdeth fast the sweet.

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

9.77.3

te na̱ḥ pūrvā̍sa̱ upa̍rāsa̱ inda̍vo ma̱he vājā̍ya dhanvantu̱ goma̍te |
ī̱kṣe̱ṇyā̍so a̱hyo̱3̱̍ na cāra̍vo̱ brahma̍-brahma̱ ye ju̍ju̱ṣur ha̱vir-ha̍viḥ ||

May those first freshest drops of Soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us mighty strength in kine. Beauteous as serpents, worthy to be looked upon, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased.

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

9.77.4

a̱yaṁ no̍ vi̱dvān va̍navad vanuṣya̱ta indu̍ḥ sa̱trācā̱ mana̍sā puruṣṭu̱taḥ |
i̱nasya̱ yaḥ sada̍ne̱ garbha̍m āda̱dhe gavā̍m uru̱bjam a̱bhy arṣa̍ti vra̱jam ||

May that much-lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well-knowing, fight against our enemies. He who hath brought the germ beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely-opcned stall of kine.

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

9.77.5

cakri̍r di̱vaḥ pa̍vate̱ kṛtvyo̱ raso̍ ma̱hām̐ ada̍bdho̱ varu̍ṇo hu̱rug ya̱te |
asā̍vi mi̱tro vṛ̱jane̍ṣu ya̱jñiyo 'tyo̱ na yū̱the vṛ̍ṣa̱yuḥ kani̍kradat ||

The active potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuṇa whom the forward man can ne'er deceive. Mitra, the Holy, hath been pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd,

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

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