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Rigveda 9.83

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 9.83

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Sanskrit

9.83.1

pa̱vitra̍ṁ te̱ vita̍tam brahmaṇas pate pra̱bhur gātrā̍ṇi̱ pary e̍ṣi vi̱śvata̍ḥ |
ata̍ptatanū̱r na tad ā̱mo a̍śnute śṛ̱tāsa̱ id vaha̍nta̱s tat sam ā̍śata ||

SPREAD is thy cleansing filter, Brahmaṇaspati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs from every side. The raw, whose mass hath not been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.

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

9.83.2

tapo̍ṣ pa̱vitra̱ṁ vita̍taṁ di̱vas pa̱de śoca̍nto asya̱ tanta̍vo̱ vy a̍sthiran |
ava̍nty asya pavī̱tāra̍m ā̱śavo̍ di̱vas pṛ̱ṣṭham adhi̍ tiṣṭhanti̱ ceta̍sā ||

High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering with light. The Swift Ones favour him who purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.

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

9.83.3

arū̍rucad u̱ṣasa̱ḥ pṛśni̍r agri̱ya u̱kṣā bi̍bharti̱ bhuva̍nāni vāja̱yuḥ |
mā̱yā̱vino̍ mamire asya mā̱yayā̍ nṛ̱cakṣa̍saḥ pi̱taro̱ garbha̱m ā da̍dhuḥ ||

The foremost spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be. By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ,

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

9.83.4

ga̱ndha̱rva i̱tthā pa̱dam a̍sya rakṣati̱ pāti̍ de̱vānā̱ṁ jani̍mā̱ny adbhu̍taḥ |
gṛ̱bhṇāti̍ ri̱puṁ ni̱dhayā̍ ni̱dhāpa̍tiḥ su̱kṛtta̍mā̱ madhu̍no bha̱kṣam ā̍śata ||

Gandharva verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the Gods. Lord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.

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

9.83.5

ha̱vir ha̍viṣmo̱ mahi̱ sadma̱ daivya̱ṁ nabho̱ vasā̍na̱ḥ pari̍ yāsy adhva̱ram |
rājā̍ pa̱vitra̍ratho̱ vāja̱m āru̍haḥ sa̱hasra̍bhṛṣṭir jayasi̱ śravo̍ bṛ̱hat ||

Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, thou corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of Gods. King, on thy chariot-sieve thou goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.

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

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