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3.33.1

प्र पर्व॑तानामुश॒ती उ॒पस्था॒दश्वे॑ इव॒ विषि॑ते॒ हास॑माने ।
गावे॑व शु॒भ्रे मा॒तरा॑ रिहा॒णे विपा॑ट्च्छुतु॒द्री पय॑सा जवेते ॥

From the lap of the mountains the two rivers flow forth, like two unbridled mares neighing, like two bright cows licking their calves; the Vipāś and the Śutudrī race onward with milky waters.

3.33.2

इन्द्रे॑षिते प्रस॒वं भिक्ष॑माणे॒ अच्छा॑ समु॒द्रं र॒थ्ये॑व याथः ।
स॒मा॒रा॒णे ऊ॒र्मिभिः॒ पिन्व॑माने अ॒न्या वा॑म॒न्यामप्ये॑ति शुभ्रे ॥

Sent forth by Indra, pleading for flow, you two go toward the ocean like charioteers; coming together, swelling with waves, O bright ones, one of you reaches the other.

3.33.3

अच्छा॒ सिन्धुं॑ मा॒तृत॑मामयासं॒ विपा॑शमु॒र्वीं सु॒भगा॑मगन्म ।
व॒त्समि॑व मा॒तरा॑ संरिहा॒णे स॑मा॒नं योनि॒मनु॑ सं॒चर॑न्ती ॥

I went toward the Sindhu, best of mothers; we reached the wide, auspicious Vipāś, flowing together toward one common home, like two mothers licking a calf.

3.33.4

ए॒ना व॒यं पय॑सा॒ पिन्व॑माना॒ अनु॒ योनिं॑ दे॒वकृ॑तं॒ चर॑न्तीः ।
न वर्त॑वे प्रस॒वः सर्ग॑तक्तः किं॒युर्विप्रो॑ न॒द्यो॑ जोहवीति ॥

Swelling with this milky water, we flow along the path made by the gods; those released in the current do not turn back. Desiring it, this seer calls upon the rivers.

3.33.5

रम॑ध्वं मे॒ वच॑से सो॒म्याय॒ ऋता॑वरी॒रुप॑ मुहू॒र्तमेवैः॑ ।
प्र सिन्धु॒मच्छा॑ बृह॒ती म॑नी॒षाव॒स्युर॑ह्वे कुशि॒कस्य॑ सू॒नुः ॥

Rejoice for a moment in my soma-speech, O guardians of rta; desiring help, with great insight I call to the Sindhu — I, the son of Kuśika.

3.33.6

इन्द्रो॑ अ॒स्माँ अ॑रद॒द्वज्र॑बाहु॒रपा॑हन्वृ॒त्रं प॑रि॒धिं न॒दीना॑म् ।
दे॒वो॑ऽनयत्सवि॒ता सु॑पा॒णिस्तस्य॑ व॒यं प्र॑स॒वे या॑म उ॒र्वीः ॥

Indra, wielder of the thunderbolt, drove us forth; he slew Vṛtra, the barrier around the rivers. The god Savitṛ of good hands led us on; in his impulse we go along wide paths.

3.33.7

प्र॒वाच्यं॑ शश्व॒धा वी॒र्यं॑ तदिन्द्र॑स्य॒ कर्म॒ यदहिं॑ विवृ॒श्चत् ।
वि वज्रे॑ण परि॒षदो॑ जघा॒नाय॒न्नापोऽय॑नमि॒च्छमा॑नाः ॥

Indra's heroic deed is always to be proclaimed: he split open the serpent (Vṛtra), struck down the encircling foes with the thunderbolt, and the waters flowed, seeking their course.

3.33.8

ए॒तद्वचो॑ जरित॒र्मापि॑ मृष्ठा॒ आ यत्ते॒ घोषा॒नुत्त॑रा यु॒गानि॑ ।
उ॒क्थेषु॑ कारो॒ प्रति॑ नो जुषस्व॒ मा नो॒ नि कः॑ पुरुष॒त्रा नम॑स्ते ॥

O singer, do not let this word be wiped away from you; may your calls echo through later ages. O poet, accept us in the hymns; do not let us fall low among men; homage to you.

3.33.9

ओ षु स्व॑सारः का॒रवे॑ शृणोत य॒यौ वो॑ दू॒रादन॑सा॒ रथे॑न ।
नि षू न॑मध्वं॒ भव॑ता सुपा॒रा अ॑धोअ॒क्षाः सि॑न्धवः स्रो॒त्याभिः॑ ॥

O sisters, listen well: the poet has come from afar with his chariot and axle. Bow down and flow well; O rivers, be easily crossed, with your streams flowing.

3.33.10

आ ते॑ कारो शृणवामा॒ वचां॑सि य॒याथ॑ दू॒रादन॑सा॒ रथे॑न ।
नि ते॑ नंसै पीप्या॒नेव॒ योषा॒ मर्या॑येव क॒न्या॑ शश्व॒चै ते॑ ॥

O poet, may we hear your words, which you have brought from afar with your chariot-wheel. I bow down before you like a swelling woman, like a maiden approaching a man; may I always draw near to you.

3.33.11

यद॒ङ्ग त्वा॑ भर॒ताः सं॒तरे॑युर्ग॒व्यन्ग्राम॑ इषि॒त इन्द्र॑जूतः ।
अर्षा॒दह॑ प्रस॒वः सर्ग॑तक्त॒ आ वो॑ वृणे सुम॒तिं य॒ज्ञिया॑नाम् ॥

When the Bharatas, desiring cattle, cross you, and the troop impelled by Indra goes forth, I, indeed impelled and rushing, come to you; from you I choose the favour of the sacrificers.

3.33.12

अता॑रिषुर्भर॒ता ग॒व्यवः॒ समभ॑क्त॒ विप्रः॑ सुम॒तिं न॒दीना॑म् ।
प्र पि॑न्वध्वमि॒षय॑न्तीः सु॒राधा॒ आ व॒क्षणाः॑ पृ॒णध्वं॑ या॒त शीभ॑म् ॥

The Bharatas, desiring cattle, crossed over; the wise seer joined himself to the favour of the rivers. O rivers, desiring food, full of good streams, swell and fill your banks; then go swiftly.

3.33.13

उद्व॑ ऊ॒र्मिः शम्या॑ हन्तु॒ आपो॒ योक्त्रा॑णि मुञ्चत ।
मादु॑ष्कृतौ॒ व्ये॑नसा॒घ्न्यौ शून॒मार॑ताम् ॥

O waters, raise your waves and strike like the śamī-stone; loose the reins. Do not hold back the two who have done no wrong; let the two who are not evil-doers, not to be slain, go forth fully.