DharmaPragya

DharmaPragya

Rigveda

Mandala 10, Hymn 146

Containing 6 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.

Rigveda

Mandala 10, Hymn 146, Verse 1

Verse 1 of 6

SANSKRIT TEXT

अर॑ण्या॒न्यर॑ण्यान्य॒सौ या प्रेव॒ नश्य॑सि क॒था ग्रामं॒ न पृ॑च्छसि॒ न त्वा॒ भीरि॑व विन्दती३ँ

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"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?"

Rigveda

Mandala 10, Hymn 146, Verse 2

Verse 2 of 6

SANSKRIT TEXT

वृ॒षा॒र॒वाय॒ वद॑ते॒ यदु॒पाव॑ति चिच्चि॒कः आ॒घा॒टिभि॑रिव धा॒वय॑न्नरण्या॒निर्म॑हीयते

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicala's voice, Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults."

Rigveda

Mandala 10, Hymn 146, Verse 3

Verse 3 of 6

SANSKRIT TEXT

उ॒त गाव॑ इवादन्त्यु॒त वेश्मे॑व दृश्यते उ॒तो अ॑रण्या॒निः सा॒यं श॑क॒टीरि॑व सर्जति

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"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."

Rigveda

Mandala 10, Hymn 146, Verse 4

Verse 4 of 6

SANSKRIT TEXT

गाम॒ङ्गैष आ ह्व॑यति॒ दार्व॒ङ्गैषो अपा॑वधीत् वस॑न्नरण्या॒न्यां सा॒यमक्रु॑क्ष॒दिति॑ मन्यते

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"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."

Rigveda

Mandala 10, Hymn 146, Verse 5

Verse 5 of 6

SANSKRIT TEXT

न वा अ॑रण्या॒निर्ह॑न्त्य॒न्यश्चेन्नाभि॒गच्छ॑ति स्वा॒दोः फल॑स्य ज॒ग्ध्वाय॑ यथा॒कामं॒ नि प॑द्यते

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach. Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest."

Rigveda

Mandala 10, Hymn 146, Verse 6

Verse 6 of 6

SANSKRIT TEXT

आञ्ज॑नगन्धिं सुर॒भिं ब॑ह्व॒न्नामकृ॑षीवलाम् प्राहं मृ॒गाणां॑ मा॒तर॑मरण्या॒निम॑शंसिषम्

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"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."