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Rigveda 9.79

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 9.79

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9.79.1

a̱co̱daso̍ no dhanva̱ntv inda̍va̱ḥ pra su̍vā̱nāso̍ bṛ̱haddi̍veṣu̱ hara̍yaḥ |
vi ca̱ naśa̍n na i̱ṣo arā̍tayo̱ 'ryo na̍śanta̱ sani̍ṣanta no̱ dhiya̍ḥ ||

SPONTANEOUS let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed, golden-hued, among the Gods of lofty heaven. Perish among us they who give no gifts of food! perish the godless! May our prayers obtain success.

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

9.79.2

pra ṇo̍ dhanva̱ntv inda̍vo mada̱cyuto̱ dhanā̍ vā̱ yebhi̱r arva̍to junī̱masi̍ |
ti̱ro marta̍sya̱ kasya̍ ci̱t pari̍hvṛtiṁ va̱yaṁ dhanā̍ni vi̱śvadhā̍ bharemahi ||

Forward to us the drops, distilling meath, shall flow, like riches for whose sake we urge the horses on. Beyond the crafty hindering of all mortal men may we continually bear precious wealth away.

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

9.79.3

u̱ta svasyā̱ arā̍tyā a̱rir hi ṣa u̱tānyasyā̱ arā̍tyā̱ vṛko̱ hi ṣaḥ |
dhanva̱n na tṛṣṇā̱ sam a̍rīta̱ tām̐ a̱bhi soma̍ ja̱hi pa̍vamāna durā̱dhya̍ḥ ||

Yea, yerily, foe of hate shown to himself is he, yea, verity, destroyer too of other hate. As thirst subdueth in the desert, conquer thou, O Soma Pavarnana, men of evil thoughts.

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

9.79.4

di̱vi te̱ nābhā̍ para̱mo ya ā̍da̱de pṛ̍thi̱vyās te̍ ruruhu̱ḥ sāna̍vi̱ kṣipa̍ḥ |
adra̍yas tvā bapsati̱ gor adhi̍ tva̱cy a1̱̍psu tvā̱ hastai̍r duduhur manī̱ṣiṇa̍ḥ ||

Near kin to thee is he, raised loftiest in the heavens: upon the earth's high ridge thy scions have grown forth. The press-stones chew and crunch thee on the ox's hide: sages have milked thee with their hands into the streams.

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

9.79.5

e̱vā ta̍ indo su̱bhva̍ṁ su̱peśa̍sa̱ṁ rasa̍ṁ tuñjanti pratha̱mā a̍bhi̱śriya̍ḥ |
nida̍ṁ-nidam pavamāna̱ ni tā̍riṣa ā̱vis te̱ śuṣmo̍ bhavatu pri̱yo mada̍ḥ ||

So do they hurry on thy strong and beauteous juice, O Indu, as the first ingredient of the draught. Bring low, thou Pavamâna, every single foe, and be thy might shown forth as sweet and gladdening drink.

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

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