پْرَکاشِتَں 10

1 اَنَنْتَرَں سْوَرْگادْ اَوَروہَنْ اَپَرَ ایکو مَہابَلو دُوتو مَیا درِشْٹَح، سَ پَرِہِتَمیگھَسْتَسْیَ شِرَشْچَ میگھَدھَنُشا بھُوشِتَں مُکھَمَنْڈَلَنْچَ سُورْیَّتُلْیَں چَرَنَو چَ وَہْنِسْتَمْبھَسَمَو۔

Then I saw another mighty angel coming down from heaven. He was robed in a cloud, and there was a rainbow above his head. His face was like the sun and his feet were like pillars of fire.

2 سَ سْوَکَرینَ وِسْتِیرْنَمیکَں کْشُودْرَگْرَنْتھَں دھارَیَتِ، دَکْشِنَچَرَنینَ سَمُدْرے وامَچَرَنینَ چَ سْتھَلے تِشْٹھَتِ۔

He held a little scroll, which was opened in his hand. He put his right foot on the sea and his left foot on the land.

3 سَ سِںہَگَرْجَنَوَدْ اُچَّیحسْوَرینَ نْیَنَدَتْ نِنادے کرِتے سَپْتَ سْتَنِتانِ سْوَکِییانْ سْوَنانْ پْراکاشَیَنْ۔

Then he shouted in a loud voice like a roaring lion. When he shouted, the seven thunders spoke out with their sounds.

4 تَیح سَپْتَ سْتَنِتَے رْواکْیے کَتھِتے ہَں تَتْ لیکھِتُمْ اُدْیَتَ آسَں کِنْتُ سْوَرْگادْ واگِیَں مَیا شْرُتا سَپْتَ سْتَنِتَے رْیَدْ یَدْ اُکْتَں تَتْ مُدْرَیانْکَیَ ما لِکھَ۔

When the seven thunders spoke out, I was about to write, but I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Keep secret what the seven thunders said. Do not write it down.”

5 اَپَرَں سَمُدْرَمیدِنْیوسْتِشْٹھَنْ یو دُوتو مَیا درِشْٹَح سَ گَگَنَں پْرَتِ سْوَدَکْشِنَکَرَمُتّھاپْیَ

Then the angel I saw standing on the sea and the earth raised his right hand to heaven.

6 اَپَرَں سْوَرْگادْ یَسْیَ رَوو مَیاشْراوِ سَ پُنَ رْماں سَمْبھاوْیاوَدَتْ تْوَں گَتْوا سَمُدْرَمیدِنْیوسْتِشْٹھَتو دُوتَسْیَ کَراتْ تَں وِسْتِیرْنَ کْشُدْرَگْرَنْتھَں گرِہانَ، تینَ مَیا دُوتَسَمِیپَں گَتْوا کَتھِتَں گْرَنْتھو سَو دِییَتاں۔ (aiōn g165)

He swore by the one who lives forever and ever, who created heaven and all that is in it, the earth and all that is on it, and the sea and all that is in it, and the angel said, “There will be no more delay. (aiōn g165)

7 کِنْتُ تُورِیں وادِشْیَتَح سَپْتَمَدُوتَسْیَ تُورِیوادَنَسَمَیَ اِیشْوَرَسْیَ گُپْتا مَنْتْرَنا تَسْیَ داسانْ بھَوِشْیَدْوادِنَح پْرَتِ تینَ سُسَںوادے یَتھا پْرَکاشِتا تَتھَیوَ سِدّھا بھَوِشْیَتِ۔

But on the day when the seventh angel is about to sound his trumpet, then the mystery of God will be accomplished, just as he proclaimed to his servants the prophets.”

8 اَپَرَں سْوَرْگادْ یَسْیَ رَوو مَیاشْراوِ سَ پُنَ رْماں سَمْبھاشْیاوَدَتْ تْوَں گَتْوا سَمُدْرَمیدِنْیوسْتِشْٹھَتو دُوتَسْیَ کَراتْ تَں وِسْتِیرْنَں کْشُدْرَگْرَنْتھَں گرِہانَ،

The voice I heard from heaven spoke to me again: “Go, take the open scroll that is in the hand of the angel standing on the sea and on the land.”

9 تینَ مَیا دُوتَسَمِیپَں گَتْوا کَتھِتَں گْرَنْتھو سَو دِییَتاں۔ سَ مامْ اَوَدَتْ تَں گرِہِیتْوا گِلَ، تَوودَرے سَ تِکْتَرَسو بھَوِشْیَتِ کِنْتُ مُکھے مَدھُوَتْ سْوادُ رْبھَوِشْیَتِ۔

Then I went to the angel and told him to give me the little scroll. He said to me, “Take the scroll and eat it. It will make your stomach bitter, but in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey.”

10 تینَ مَیا دُوتَسْیَ کَرادْ گْرَنْتھو گرِہِیتو گِلِتَشْچَ۔ سَ تُ مَمَ مُکھے مَدھُوَتْ سْوادُراسِیتْ کِنْتْوَدَناتْ پَرَں مَمودَرَسْتِکْتَتاں گَتَح۔

I took the little scroll from the angel's hand and ate it. It was as sweet as honey in my mouth, but after I ate it, my stomach became bitter.

11 تَتَح سَ مامْ اَوَدَتْ بَہُونْ جاتِوَںشَبھاشاوَدِراجانْ اَدھِ تْوَیا پُنَ رْبھَوِشْیَدْواکْیَں وَکْتَوْیَں۔

Then someone said to me, “You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages, and kings.”