Rig Veda
nāsatyābhyām barhir iva pra vṛñje stomāṁ iyarmy abhriyeva vātaḥ yāv arbhagāya vimadāya jāyāṃ senājuvā nyūhatū rathena
I trim like grass my song for the Nasatyas and send their lauds forth as the wind drives rain-clouds, Who, in a chariot rapid as an arrow, brought to the youthful Vimada a consort.
vīﾱupatmabhir āśuhemabhir vā devānāṃ vā jūtibhiḥ śāśadānā tad rāsabho nāsatyā sahasram ājā yamasya pradhane jigāya
Borne on by rapid steeds of mighty pinion, or proudly trusting in the Gods' incitements. That stallion ass of yours won, O Nasatyas, that thousand in the race, in Yama's contest.
tugro ha bhujyum aśvinodameghe rayiṃ na kaścin mamṛvāṁ avāhāḥ tam ūhathur naubhir ātmanvatībhir antarikṣaprudbhir apodakābhiḥ
Yea, Asvins, as a dead man leaves his riches, Tugra left Bhujyu in the cloud of waters. Ye brought him back in animated vessels, traversing air, unwetted by the billows.
tisraḥ kṣapas trir ahātivrajadbhir nāsatyā bhujyum ūhathuḥ pataṅgaiḥ samudrasya dhanvann ārdrasya pāre tribhī rathaiḥ śatapadbhiḥ ṣaﾱaśvaiḥ
Bhujyu ye bore with winged things, Nasatyas, which for three nights, three days full swiftly travelled, To the sea's farther shore, the strand of ocean, in three cars, hundred-footed, with six horses.
anārambhaṇe tad avīrayethām anāsthāne agrabhaṇe samudre yad aśvinā ūhathur bhujyum astaṃ śatāritrāṃ nāvam ātasthivāṃsam
Ye wrought that hero exploit in the ocean which giveth no support, or hold or station, What time ye carried Bhujyu to his dwelling, borne in a ship with hundred oars, O Asvins.
yam aśvinā dadathuḥ śvetam aśvam aghāśvāya śaśvad it svasti tad vāṃ dātram mahi kīrtenyam bhūt paidvo vājī sadam id dhavyo aryaḥ
The white horse which of old ye gave Aghasva, Asvins, a gift to be his wealth for ever,— Still to be praised is that your glorious present, still to be famed is the brave horse of Pedu.
yuvaṃ narā stuvate pajriyāya kakṣīvate aradatam purandhim kārotarāc chaphād aśvasya vṛṣṇaḥ śataṃ kumbhāṁ asiñcataṃ surāyāḥ
O Heroes, ye gave wisdom to Kakshivan who sprang from Pajra's line, who sang your praises. Ye poured forth from the hoof of your strong charger a hundred jars of wine as from a strainer.
himenāgniṃ ghraṃsam avārayethām pitumatīm ūrjam asmā adhattam ṛbīse atrim aśvināvanītam un ninyathuḥ sarvagaṇaṃ svasti
Ye warded off with cold the fire's fierce burning; food very rich in nourishment ye furnished. Atri, cast downward in the cavern, Asvins ye brought, with all his people, forth to comfort.
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Ye lifted up the well, O ye Nasatyas, and set the base on high to open downward. Streams flowed for folk of Gotama who thirsted, like rain to bring forth thousandfold abundance.
jujuruṣo nāsatyota vavrim prāmuñcataṃ drāpim iva cyavānāt prātirataṃ jahitasyāyur dasrād it patim akṛṇutaṃ kanīnām
Ye from the old Chyavana, O Nasatyas, stripped, as 'twere mail, the skin upon his body, Lengthened his life when all had left him helpless, Dasras! and made him lord of youthful maidens.
tad vāṃ narā śaṃsyaṃ rādhyaṃ cābhiṣṭiman nāsatyā varūtham yad vidvāṃsā nidhim ivāpagūﾱham ud darśatād ūpathur vandanāya
Worthy of praise and worth the winning, Heroes, is that your favouring succour O Nasatyas, What time ye, knowing well his case, delivered Vandana from the pit like hidden treasure.
tad vāṃ narā sanaye daṃsa ugram āviṣkṛṇomi tanyatur na vṛṣṭim dadhyaṅ ha yan madhv ātharvaṇo vām aśvasya śīrṣṇā pra yad īm uvāca
That mighty deed of yours, for gain, O Heroes, as thunder heraldeth the rain, I publish, When, by the horse's head, Atharvan's offspring Dadhyac made known to you the Soma's sweetness.
ajohavīn nāsatyā karā vām mahe yāman purubhujā purandhiḥ śrutaṃ tac chāsur iva vadhrimatyā hiraṇyahastam aśvināv adattam
In the great rite the wise dame called, Nasatyas, you, Lords of many treasures, to assist her. Ye heard the weakling's wife, as 'twere an order, and gave to her a son Hiranyahasta.
āsno vṛkasya vartikām abhīke yuvaṃ narā nāsatyāmumuktam uto kavim purubhujā yuvaṃ ha kṛpamāṇam akṛṇutaṃ vicakṣe
Ye from the wolf's jaws, as ye stood together, set free the quail, O Heroes, O Nasatyas. Ye, Lords of many treasures, gave the poet his perfect vision as he mourned his trouble.
caritraṃ hi ver ivācchedi parṇam ājā khelasya paritakmyāyām sadyo jaṅghām āyasīṃ viśpalāyai dhane hite sartave praty adhattam
When in the time of night, in Khela's battle, a leg was severed like a wild bird's pinion, Straight ye gave Vispala a leg of iron that she might move what time the conflict opened.
śatam meṣān vṛkye cakṣadānam ṛjrāśvaṃ tam pitāndhaṃ cakāra tasmā akṣī nāsatyā vicakṣa ādhattaṃ dasrā bhiṣajāv anarvan
His father robbed Rijrasva of his eyesight who for the she-wolf slew a hundred wethers. Ye gave him eyes, Nasatyas, Wonder-Workers, Physicians, that he saw with sight uninjured.
ā vāṃ rathaṃ duhitā sūryasya kārṣmevātiṣṭhad arvatā jayantī viśve devā anv amanyanta hṛdbhiḥ sam u śriyā nāsatyā sacethe
The Daughter of the Sun your car ascended, first reaching as it were the goal with coursers. All Deities within their hearts assented, and ye, Nasatyas, are close linked with glory.
yad ayātaṃ divodāsāya vartir bharadvājāyāśvinā hayantā revad uvāha sacano ratho vāṃ vṛṣabhaś ca śiṃśumāraś ca yuktā
When to his house ye came, to Divodasa, hasting to Bharadvaja, O ye Asvins, The car that came with you brought splendid riches: a porpoise and a bull were yoked together.
rayiṃ sukṣatraṃ svapatyam āyuḥ suvīryaṃ nāsatyā vahantā ā jahnāvīṃ samanasopa vājais trir ahno bhāgaṃ dadhatīm ayātam
Ye, bringing wealth with rule, and life with offspring, life rich in noble heroes; O Nasatyas, Accordant came with strength to Jahnu's children who offered you thrice every day your portion.
pariviṣṭaṃ jāhuṣaṃ viśvataḥ sīṃ sugebhir naktam ūhathū rajobhiḥ vibhindunā nāsatyā rathena vi parvatāṁ ajarayū ayātam
Ye bore away at night by easy pathways Jahusha compassed round on every quarter, And, with your car that cleaves the toe asunder, Nasatyas never decaying! rent the mountains.
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One morn ye strengthened Vasa for the battle, to gather spoils that might be told in thousands. With Indra joined ye drove away misfortunes, yea foes of Prithusravas, O ye mighty.
śarasya cid ārcatkasyāvatād ā nīcād uccā cakrathuḥ pātave vāḥ śayave cin nāsatyā śacībhir jasuraye staryam pipyathur gām
From the deep well ye raised on high the water, so that Richatka's son, Sara, should drink it; And with your might, to help the weary Sayu, ye made the barren cow yield milk, Nasatyas.
avasyate stuvate kṛṣṇiyāya ṛjūyate nāsatyā śacībhiḥ paśuṃ na naṣṭam iva darśanāya viṣṇāpvaṃ dadathur viśvakāya
To Visvaka, Nasatyas! son of Krishna, the righteous man who sought your aid and praised you, Ye with your powers restored, like some lost creature, his son Visnapu for his eyes to look on.
daśa rātrīr aśivenā nava dyūn avanaddhaṃ śnathitam apsv antaḥ viprutaṃ rebham udani pravṛktam un ninyathuḥ somam iva sruveṇa
Asvins, ye raised, like Soma in a ladle Rebha, who for ten days and ten nights, fettered. Had lain in cruel bonds, immersed and wounded, suffering sore affliction, in the waters.
uta paśyann aśnuvan dīrgham āyur astam ivej jarimāṇaṃ jagamyām
1 have declared your wondrous deeds, O Asvins: may this be mine, and many kine and heroes. May I, enjoying lengthened life, still seeing, enter old age as 'twere the house I live in.