Library·Ṛgveda Saṃhitā·10·10.146
अरण्यान्य् अरण्यान्य् असौ या प्रेव नश्यसि । कथा ग्रामं न पृच्छसि न त्वा भीर् इव विन्दती३ं ॥
araṇyāny araṇyāny asau yā preva naśyasi | kathā grāmaṃ na pṛcchasi na tvā bhīr iva vindatī3ṃ ||
Goddess of wild and forest who seemest to vanish from the sight. How is it that thou seekest not the village? Art thou not afraid?
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
वृषारवाय वदते यद् उपावति चिच्चिकः । आघाटिभिर् इव धावयन्न् अरण्यानिर् महीयते ॥
vṛṣāravāya vadate yad upāvati ciccikaḥ | āghāṭibhir iva dhāvayann araṇyānir mahīyate ||
What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicada's voice, Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
उत गाव इवादन्त्य् उत वेश्मेव दृश्यते । उतो अरण्यानिः सायं शकटीर् इव सर्जति ॥
uta gāva ivādanty uta veśmeva dṛśyate | uto araṇyāniḥ sāyaṃ śakaṭīr iva sarjati ||
And, yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling-place appears: Or else at eve the Lady of the Forest seems to free the wains.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
गाम् अङ्गैष आ ह्वयति दार्व् अङ्गैषो अपावधीत् । वसन्न् अरण्यान्यां सायम् अक्रुक्षद् इति मन्यते ॥
gām aṅgaiṣa ā hvayati dārv aṅgaiṣo apāvadhīt | vasann araṇyānyāṃ sāyam akrukṣad iti manyate ||
Here one is calling to his cow, another there hath felled a tree: At eve the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody hath screamed.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
न वा अरण्यानिर् हन्त्य् अन्यश् चेन् नाभिगच्छति । स्वादोः फलस्य जग्ध्वाय यथाकामं नि पद्यते ॥
na vā araṇyānir hanty anyaś cen nābhigacchati | svādoḥ phalasya jagdhvāya yathākāmaṃ ni padyate ||
The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach. Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
आञ्जनगन्धिं सुरभिम् बह्वन्नाम् अकृषीवलाम् । प्राहम् मृगाणाम् मातरम् अरण्यानिम् अशंसिषम् ॥
āñjanagandhiṃ surabhim bahvannām akṛṣīvalām | prāham mṛgāṇām mātaram araṇyānim aśaṃsiṣam ||
Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm, The Mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)