Rig Veda
ā va ṛñjasa ūrjāṃ vyuṣṭiṣv indram maruto rodasī anaktana ubhe yathā no ahanī sacābhuvā sadaḥ sado varivasyāta udbhidā
I grasp at you when power and strength begin to dawn: bedew ye, Indra and the Maruts, Heaven and Earth, That Day and Night, in every hall of sacrifice, may wait on us and bless us when they first spring forth.
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Press the libation out, most excellent of all: the Pressing-stone is grasped like a hand-guided steed. So let it win the valour that subdues the foe, and the fleet courser's might that speeds to ample wealth.
This verse is not included in this edition.
Juice that this Stone pours out removes defect of ours, as in old time it brought prosperity to man. At sacrifices they established holy rites on Tvashtar's milk-blent juice bright with the hue of steeds.
apa hata rakṣaso bhaṅgurāvata skabhāyata nirṛtiṃ sedhatāmatim
Drive ye the treacherous demons far away from us: keep Nirriti afar and banish Penury. Pour riches forth for us with troops of hero sons, and bear ye up, O Stones, the song that visits Gods.
divaś cid ā vo 'mavattarebhyo vibhvanā cid āśvapastarebhyaḥ vāyoś cid ā somarabhastarebhyo 'gneś cid arca pitukṛttarebhyaḥ
To you who are more mighty than the heavens themselves, who, finishing your task with more than Vibhvan's speed, More rapidly than Vayu seize the Soma juice, better than Agni give us food, to you I sing.
bhurantu no yaśasaḥ sotv andhaso grāvāṇo vācā divitā divitmatā naro yatra duhate kāmyam madhv āghoṣayanto abhito mithasturaḥ
Stirred be the glorious Stones: let it press out the juice, the Stone with heavenly song that reaches up to heaven, There where the men draw forth the meath for which they long, sending their voice around in rivalry of speed.
sunvanti somaṃ rathirāso adrayo nir asya rasaṃ gaviṣo duhanti te duhanty ūdhar upasecanāya kaṃ naro havyā na marjayanta āsabhiḥ
The Stones press out the Soma, swift as car-borne men, and, eager for the spoil, drain forth the sap thereof To fill the beaker, they exhaust the udder's store, as the men purify oblations with their lips.
ete naraḥ svapaso abhūtana ya indrāya sunutha somam adrayaḥ vāmaṃ vāmaṃ vo divyāya dhāmne vasu vasu vaḥ pārthivāya sunvate
Ye, present men, have been most skillful in your work, even ye, O Stones who pressed Soma for Indra's drink. May all ye have of fair go to the Heavenly Race, and all your treasure to the earthly worshipper.