HYMN XXVII. THE FALCON. · ५ वामदेवो गौतमः। श्येनः, ५ इन्द्रो वा। त्रिष्टुप्, ५ शक्वरी।
4.27.1
गर्भे॒ नु सन्नन्वे॑षामवेदम॒हं दे॒वानां॒ जनि॑मानि॒ विश्वा॑ | श॒तं मा॒ पुर॒ आय॑सीररक्ष॒न्नध॑ श्ये॒नो ज॒वसा॒ निर॑दीयम् ||
I, As I lay within the womb, considered all generations of these Gods in order. A hundred iron fortresses confined me but forth I flew with rapid speed a Falcon.
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4.27.1
गर्भे॒ नु सन्नन्वे॑षामवेदम॒हं दे॒वानां॒ जनि॑मानि॒ विश्वा॑ | श॒तं मा॒ पुर॒ आय॑सीररक्ष॒न्नध॑ श्ये॒नो ज॒वसा॒ निर॑दीयम् ||
I, As I lay within the womb, considered all generations of these Gods in order. A hundred iron fortresses confined me but forth I flew with rapid speed a Falcon.
4.27.2
न घा॒ स मामप॒ जोषं॑ जभारा॒ऽभीमा॑स॒ त्वक्ष॑सा वी॒र्ये॑ण | ई॒र्मा पुरं॑धिरजहा॒दरा॑तीरु॒त वाताँ॑ अतर॒च्छूशु॑वानः ||
Not at his own free pleasure did he bear me: he conquered with his strength and manly courage. Straightway the Bold One left the fiends behind him and passed the winds as he grew yet more mighty.
4.27.3
अव॒ यच्छ्ये॒नो अस्व॑नी॒दध॒ द्योर्वि यद् यदि॒ वात॑ ऊ॒हुः पुरं॑धिम् | सृ॒जद् यद॑स्मा॒ अव॑ ह क्षि॒पज्ज्यां कृ॒शानु॒रस्ता॒ मन॑सा भुर॒ण्यन् ||
When with loud cry from heaven down sped the Falcon, thence hasting like the wind he bore the Bold One. Then, wildly raging in his mind, the archer Kṛśānu aimed and loosed the string to strike him.
4.27.4
ऋ॒जि॒प्य ई॒मिन्द्रा॑वतो॒ न भु॒ज्युं श्ये॒नो ज॑भार बृह॒तो अधि॒ ष्णोः | अ॒न्तः प॑तत् पत॒त्र्य॑स्य प॒र्णमध॒ याम॑नि॒ प्रसि॑तस्य॒ तद् वेः ||
The Falcon bore him from heaven's lofty summit as the swift car of Indra's Friend bore Bhujyu. Then downward hither fell a flying feather of the Bird hasting forward in his journey.
4.27.5
अध॑ श्वे॒तं क॒लशं॒ गोभि॑र॒क्तमा॑पिप्या॒नं म॒घवा॑ शु॒क्रमन्ध॑: | अ॒ध्व॒र्युभि॒: प्रय॑तं॒ मध्वो॒ अग्र॒मिन्द्रो॒ मदा॑य॒ प्रति॑ ध॒त् पिब॑ध्यै॒ शूरो॒ मदा॑य॒ प्रति॑ ध॒त् पिब॑ध्यै ||
And now let Maghavan accept the beaker, white, filled with milk, filled with the shining liquid; The best of sweet meath which the priests have offered: that Indra to his joy may drink, the Hero, that he may take and drink it to his rapture.