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Early Indo-European Texts

Ancient Sanskrit

Karen Thomson and Jonathan Slocum

This page contains a text in Ancient Sanskrit with a modern English translation. This particular text and its translation are extracted from a lesson in the Early Indo-European Online series, where one may find detailed information about this text (see the Table of Contents page for Ancient Sanskrit Online in EIEOL), and general information about the Ancient Sanskrit language and its speakers' culture.

Rigveda V, 42, 13-18

pr s mah suaranya medhm
gram bhare nvyasm jyamnm
y han duhitr vaksnsu
rp minn krnod idm nah

pr sustut stanyantam ruvntam
ils ptim jaritar nnm ayh
y abdimm udanimm yarti
pr vidyt rdas uksmnah

es stmo mrutam rdho ch
rudrsya snmr yuvanymr d ayh
kmo ry havate m suast
pa stuhi prsadavm aysah

pras stmah prthivm antriksam
vnasptmr sadh ry ayh
dev-devah suhvo bhtu mhyam
m no mt prthiv durmata dht

ura dev anibdh siyma

sm avnor vas ntanena
mayobhv suprnt gamema
no raym vahatam t vrn
vvni amrt sabhagni


Verily I offer up a wise thought, a newer song being born,
To the great one, the good shelterer,
Who, abundantly productive, in the fertile places of the daughter
Varying the forms made this world for us.
May a fine hymn of praise now reach the roaring thunder-maker,
Lord of refreshment, O singer,
Who goes, storm-clouded, rich in water,
With a lightning flash deluging the two worlds.
This eulogy goes out to the Maruts' troop,
May it reach up to the ever-young sons of Rudra;
Longing for treasure with wellbeing calls to me,
Send praise up to the nimble ones with white-flecked horses.
May this eulogy reach the earth, the atmosphere,
The lords of the forest, the plants, for treasure;
May god after god be easily invoked for me,
Let not Mother Earth place us in disfavour.
We would be in spacious liberty, O gods.
May we partake of the present help of the two horsemen,
Bringing happiness with safe guidance;
Convey to us treasure, bring us strong sons,
Bring us all gifts of fortune, O immortal pair.