Rig Veda 9.106

indram accha sutā ime vṛṣaṇaṃ yantu harayaḥ śruṣṭī jātāsa indavaḥ svarvidaḥ

To Indra, to the Mighty Steer, may these gold-coloured juices go, Drops rapidly produced, that find the light of heaven.

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Effused, this juice victorious flows for Indra, for his maintenance. Soma bethinks him of the Conqueror, as he knows.

asyed indro madeṣv ā grābhaṃ gṛbhṇīta sānasim vajraṃ ca vṛṣaṇam bharat sam apsujit

May Indra in his raptures gain from him the grasp that gathers spoil, And, winning waters, wield the steer strong thunderbolt.

pra dhanvā soma jāgṛvir indrāyendo pari srava dyumantaṃ śuṣmam ā bharā svarvidam

Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou on: Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven.

indrāya vṛṣaṇam madam pavasva viśvadarśataḥ sahasrayāmā pathikṛd vicakṣaṇaḥ

Do thou, all-beautiful, purify for Indra's sake the mighty juice, Path-maker thou, far seeing, with a thousand ways.

asmabhyaṃ gātuvittamo devebhyo madhumattamaḥ sahasraṃ yāhi pathibhiḥ kanikradat

Best finder of prosperity for us, most rich in sweets for Gods, Proceed thou loudly roaring on a thousand paths.

pavasva devavītaya indo dhārābhir ojasā ā kalaśam madhumān soma naḥ sadaḥ

O Indu, with thy streams, in might, flow for the banquet of the Gods: Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy place.

tava drapsā udapruta indram madāya vāvṛdhuḥ tvāṃ devāso amṛtāya kam papuḥ

Thy drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight: The Gods have drunk thee up for immortality.

ā naḥ sutāsa indavaḥ punānā dhāvatā rayim vṛṣṭidyāvo rītyāpaḥ svarvidaḥ

Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified, Pouring down rain from heaven in hoods, and finding light.

somaḥ punāna ūrmiṇāvyo vāraṃ vi dhāvati agre vācaḥ pavamānaḥ kanikradat

Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep, Shouting while purified before the voice of song.

dhībhir hinvanti vājinaṃ vane krīﾱantam atyavim abhi tripṛṣṭham matayaḥ sam asvaran

With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood, above the fleece: Our psalms have glorified him of the triple height.

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Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war, And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.

pavate haryato harir ati hvarāṃsi raṃhyā abhyarṣan stotṛbhyo vīravad yaśaḥ

Gold-hued and lovely in his course, through tangles of the wool he flows, And pours heroic fame upon the worshippers.

ayā pavasva devayur madhor dhārā asṛkṣata rebhan pavitram pary eṣi viśvataḥ

Flow thus, a faithful votary: the streams of meath have been effused. Thou comest to the filter, singing, from each side.