Rig Veda
purojitī vo andhasaḥ sutāya mādayitnave apa śvānaṃ śnathiṣṭana sakhāyo dīrghajihvyam
For first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink, Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away.
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He who with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hitherward, Indu, is like an able steed.
taṃ duroṣam abhī naraḥ somaṃ viśvācyā dhiyā yajñaṃ hinvanty adribhiḥ
The men with all-pervading song send unassailable Soma forth, By pressing-stones, to sacrifice.
sutāso madhumattamāḥ somā indrāya mandinaḥ pavitravanto akṣaran devān gacchantu vo madāḥ
The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined, flow, Effused, the source of Indra's joy: may your strong juices reach the Gods.
indur indrāya pavata iti devāso abruvan vācaspatir makhasyate viśvasyeśāna ojasā
Indu flows on for Indra's sake: thus have the Deities declared. The Lord of Speech exerts himself, Ruler of all, because of might.
sahasradhāraḥ pavate samudro vācamīṅkhayaḥ somaḥ patī rayīṇāṃ sakhendrasya dive dive
Inciter of the voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean flows, Even Soma, Lord of opulence, the Friend of Indra, day by day.
ayam pūṣā rayir bhagaḥ somaḥ punāno arṣati patir viśvasya bhūmano vy akhyad rodasī ubhe
As Pushan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure. He, Lord of the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
sam u priyā anūṣata gāvo madāya ghṛṣvayaḥ somāsaḥ kṛṇvate pathaḥ pavamānāsa indavaḥ
The dear cows lowed in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink. The drops as they were purified, the Soma juices, made then paths.
ya ojiṣṭhas tam ā bhara pavamāna śravāyyam yaḥ pañca carṣaṇīr abhi rayiṃ yena vanāmahai
O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed, Which the Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence.
somāḥ pavanta indavo 'smabhyaṃ gātuvittamāḥ mitrāḥ suvānā arepasaḥ svādhyaḥ svarvidaḥ
For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of our weal, Effused as friends without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light.
suṣvāṇāso vy adribhiś citānā gor adhi tvaci iṣam asmabhyam abhitaḥ sam asvaran vasuvidaḥ
Effused by means of pressing-stones, upon the ox-hide visible, They, treasure-finders, have announced food unto us from every side.
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These Soma juices, skilled in song, purified, blent with milk and curd, When moving and when firmly laid in oil, resemble lovely Suns.
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Let not the power of men restrain the voice of the outpouring juice: As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the greedy hound away.
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The Friend hath wrapped him in his robe, as in his parents arms, a son. He went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like.
sa vīro dakṣasādhano vi yas tastambha rodasī hariḥ pavitre avyata vedhā na yonim āsadam
That Hero who produces strength, he who hath propped both worlds apart, Gold-hued, hath wrapped him in the sieve, to settle, priest-like, in his place.
avyo vārebhiḥ pavate somo gavye adhi tvaci kanikradad vṛṣā harir indrasyābhy eti niṣkṛtam
Soma upon the ox's skin through the sheep's wool flows purified. Bellowing out, the Tawny Steer goes on to Indra's special place.