Library·Ṛgveda Saṃhitā·9·9.15
एष धिया यात्य् अण्व्या शूरो रथेभिर् आशुभिः । गच्छन्न् इन्द्रस्य निष्कृतम् ॥
eṣa dhiyā yāty aṇvyā śūro rathebhir āśubhiḥ | gacchann indrasya niṣkṛtam ||
Through the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears, Going to Indra's special place.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
एष पुरू धियायते बृहते देवतातये । यत्रामृतास आसते ॥
eṣa purū dhiyāyate bṛhate devatātaye | yatrāmṛtāsa āsate ||
In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods. Where the Immortals have their seat.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
एष हितो वि नीयते ऽन्तः शुभ्रावता पथा । यदी तुञ्जन्ति भूर्णयः ॥
eṣa hito vi nīyate 'ntaḥ śubhrāvatā pathā | yadī tuñjanti bhūrṇayaḥ ||
Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light The mettled steeds exert their strength.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
एष शृङ्गाणि दोधुवच् छिशीते यूथ्यो वृषा । नृम्णा दधान ओजसा ॥
eṣa śṛṅgāṇi dodhuvac chiśīte yūthyo vṛṣā | nṛmṇā dadhāna ojasā ||
He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
एष रुक्मिभिर् ईयते वाजी शुभ्रेभिर् अंशुभिः । पतिः सिन्धूनाम् भवन् ॥
eṣa rukmibhir īyate vājī śubhrebhir aṃśubhiḥ | patiḥ sindhūnām bhavan ||
He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, Becoming Sovran of the streams.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
एष वसूनि पिब्दना परुषा ययिवां अति । अव शादेषु गच्छति ॥
eṣa vasūni pibdanā paruṣā yayivāṃ ati | ava śādeṣu gacchati ||
He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed. Descends into the reservoirs.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
एतम् मृजन्ति मर्ज्यम् उप द्रोणेष्व् आयवः । प्रचक्राणम् महीर् इषः ॥
etam mṛjanti marjyam upa droṇeṣv āyavaḥ | pracakrāṇam mahīr iṣaḥ ||
Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, Him who brings forth abundant food.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
एतम् उ त्यं दश क्षिपो मृजन्ति सप्त धीतयः । स्वायुधम् मदिन्तमम् ॥
etam u tyaṃ daśa kṣipo mṛjanti sapta dhītayaḥ | svāyudham madintamam ||
Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful, Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)