Library·Ṛgveda Saṃhitā·6·6.39
मन्द्रस्य कवेर् दिव्यस्य वह्नेर् विप्रमन्मनो वचनस्य मध्वः । अपा नस् तस्य सचनस्य देवेषो युवस्व गृणते गोअग्राः ॥
mandrasya kaver divyasya vahner vipramanmano vacanasya madhvaḥ | apā nas tasya sacanasya deveṣo yuvasva gṛṇate goagrāḥ ||
Of this our charming, our celestial Soma, eloquent, wise, Priest, with inspired devotion, Of this thy close attendant, hast thou drunken. God, send the singer food with milk to grace it.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
अयम् उशानः पर्य् अद्रिम् उस्रा ऋतधीतिभिर् ऋतयुग् युजानः । रुजद् अरुग्णं वि वलस्य सानुम् पणींर् वचोभिर् अभि योधद् इन्द्रः ॥
ayam uśānaḥ pary adrim usrā ṛtadhītibhir ṛtayug yujānaḥ | rujad arugṇaṃ vi valasya sānum paṇīṃr vacobhir abhi yodhad indraḥ ||
Craving the kine, rushing against the mountain led on by Law, with holyminded comrades, He broke the never-broken ridge of Vala. With words of might Indra subdued the Panis.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
अयं द्योतयद् अद्युतो व्य् अक्तून् दोषा वस्तोः शरद इन्दुर् इन्द्र । इमं केतुम् अदधुर् नू चिद् अह्नां शुचिजन्मन उषसश् चकार ॥
ayaṃ dyotayad adyuto vy aktūn doṣā vastoḥ śarada indur indra | imaṃ ketum adadhur nū cid ahnāṃ śucijanmana uṣasaś cakāra ||
This Indu lighted darksome nights, O Indra, throughout the years, at morning and at evening. Him have they stablished as the days' bright ensign. He made the Mornings to be born in splendour.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
अयं रोचयद् अरुचो रुचानो ऽयं वासयद् व्य् ऋतेन पूर्वीः । अयम् ईयत ऋतयुग्भिर् अश्वैः स्वर्विदा नाभिना चर्षणिप्राः ॥
ayaṃ rocayad aruco rucāno 'yaṃ vāsayad vy ṛtena pūrvīḥ | ayam īyata ṛtayugbhir aśvaiḥ svarvidā nābhinā carṣaṇiprāḥ ||
He shone and caused to shine the worlds that shone not. By Law he lighted up the host of Mornings. He moves with Steeds yoked by eternal Order, contenting men with nave that finds the sunlight.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
नू गृणानो गृणते प्रत्न राजन्न् इषः पिन्व वसुदेयाय पूर्वीः । अप ओषधीर् अविषा वनानि गा अर्वतो नॄन् ऋचसे रिरीहि ॥
nū gṛṇāno gṛṇate pratna rājann iṣaḥ pinva vasudeyāya pūrvīḥ | apa oṣadhīr aviṣā vanāni gā arvato nṝn ṛcase rirīhi ||
Now, praised, O Ancient King! fill thou the singer with plenteous food that he may deal forth treasures. Give waters, herbs that have no poison, forests, and kine, and steeds, and men, to him who lauds thee.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)