Rigveda

Mandala 9, Hymn 15

Containing 8 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.

Rigveda

Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 1

ए॒ष धि॒या या॒त्यण्व्या॒ शूरो॒ रथे॑भिरा॒शुभिः॑ गच्छ॒न्निन्द्र॑स्य निष्कृ॒तम्

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears, Going to Indra's special place."

Rigveda

Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 2

ए॒ष पु॒रू धि॑यायते बृह॒ते दे॒वता॑तये यत्रा॒मृता॑स॒ आस॑ते

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods. Where the Immortals have their seat."

Rigveda

Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 3

ए॒ष हि॒तो वि नी॑यते॒ऽन्तः शु॒भ्राव॑ता प॒था यदी॑ तु॒ञ्जन्ति॒ भूर्ण॑यः

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light The mettled steeds exert their strength."

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Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 4

ए॒ष शृङ्गा॑णि॒ दोधु॑व॒च्छिशी॑ते यू॒थ्यो॒३॒॑ वृषा॑ नृ॒म्णा दधा॑न॒ ओज॑सा

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds."

Rigveda

Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 5

ए॒ष रु॒क्मिभि॑रीयते वा॒जी शु॒भ्रेभि॑रं॒शुभिः॑ पतिः॒ सिन्धू॑नां॒ भव॑न्

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, Becoming Sovran of the streams."

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Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 6

ए॒ष वसू॑नि पिब्द॒ना परु॑षा ययि॒वाँ अति॑ अव॒ शादे॑षु गच्छति

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed. Descends into the reservoirs."

Rigveda

Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 7

ए॒तं मृ॑जन्ति॒ मर्ज्य॒मुप॒ द्रोणे॑ष्वा॒यवः॑ प्र॒च॒क्रा॒णं म॒हीरिषः॑

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, Him who brings forth abundant food."

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Mandala 9, Hymn 15, Verse 8

ए॒तमु॒ त्यं दश॒ क्षिपो॑ मृ॒जन्ति॑ स॒प्त धी॒तयः॑ स्वा॒यु॒धं म॒दिन्त॑मम्

Translations (english)
Ralph T.H. Griffith

"Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful, Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners."