Rig Veda 9.62

ete asṛgram indavas tiraḥ pavitram āśavaḥ viśvāny abhi saubhagā

These rapid Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying sieve To bring us all felicities.

vighnanto duritā puru sugā tokāya vājinaḥ tanā kṛṇvanto arvate

Dispelling manifold mishap, giving the courser's progeny, Yea, and the warrior steed, success.

kṛṇvanto varivo gave 'bhy arṣanti suṣṭutim iﾱām asmabhyaṃ saṃyatam

Bringing prosperity to kine, they make perpetual Ila flow To us for noble eulogy.

asāvy aṃśur madāyāpsu dakṣo giriṣṭhāḥ śyeno na yonim āsadat

Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams for rapturous joy: Hawk-like he settles in his home.

śubhram andho devavātam apsu dhūto nṛbhiḥ sutaḥ svadanti gāvaḥ payobhiḥ

Fair is the God-loved juice; the plant is washed in waters, pressed by men The milch-kine sweeten it with milk.

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As drivers deck a courser, so have they adorned the meath's juice for Ambrosia, for the festival.

yās te dhārā madhuścuto 'sṛgram inda ūtaye tābhiḥ pavitram āsadaḥ

Thou, Indu, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for help, Hast settled in the cleansing sieve.

so arṣendrāya pītaye tiro romāṇy avyayā sīdan yonā vaneṣv ā

So flow thou onward through the fleece, for Indra flow, to be his drink, Finding thine home in vats of wood.

tvam indo pari srava svādiṣṭho aṅgirobhyaḥ varivovid ghṛtam payaḥ

As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk, O Indu, for the Angirases.

ayaṃ vicarṣaṇir hitaḥ pavamānaḥ sa cetati hinvāna āpyam bṛhat

Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana, sent to us For lofty friendship, meditates.

eṣa vṛṣā vṛṣavrataḥ pavamāno aśastihā karad vasūni dāśuṣe

Queller of curses, mighty, with strong sway, this Pavamana shall Bring treasures to the worshipper.

ā pavasva sahasriṇaṃ rayiṃ gomantam aśvinam puruścandram puruspṛham

Pour thou upon us thousand fold possessions, both of kine and steeds, Exceeding glorious, much-desired.

eṣa sya pari ṣicyate marmṛjyamāna āyubhiḥ urugāyaḥ kavikratuḥ

Wandering far, with wise designs, the juice here present is effused, Made beautiful by living men.

sahasrotiḥ śatāmagho vimāno rajasaḥ kaviḥ indrāya pavate madaḥ

For Indra flows the gladdening drink, the measurer of the region, Sage, With countless wealth and endless help.

girā jāta iha stuta indur indrāya dhīyate vir yonā vasatāv iva

Born on the mountain, lauded here, Indu for Indra is set down, As in her sheltering nest a bird.

pavamānaḥ suto nṛbhiḥ somo vājam ivāsarat camūṣu śakmanāsadam

Pressed by the men, as 'twere to war hath Soma Pavamana sped, To test with might within the vats.

taṃ tripṛṣṭhe trivandhure rathe yuñjanti yātave ṛṣīṇāṃ sapta dhītibhiḥ

That he may move, they yoke him to the three-backed triple-seated car By the Seven Rishis' holy songs.

taṃ sotāro dhanaspṛtam āśuṃ vājāya yātave hariṃ hinota vājinam

Drive ye that Tawny Courser, O ye pressers, on his way to war, Swift Steed who carries off the spoil.

āviśan kalaśaṃ suto viśvā arṣann abhi śriyaḥ śūro na goṣu tiṣṭhati

Pouring all glories hither, he, effused and entering the jar, Stands like a hero mid the kine.

ā ta indo madāya kam payo duhanty āyavaḥ devā devebhyo madhu

Indu, the living men milk out the juice to make the rapturous draught: Gods for the Gods milk out the meath.

ā naḥ somam pavitra ā sṛjatā madhumattamam devebhyo devaśruttamam

Pour for the Gods into the sieve our Soma very rich in sweets, Him whom the Gods most gladly hear.

ete somā asṛkṣata gṛṇānāḥ śravase mahe madintamasya dhārayā

Into his stream who gladdens best these Soma juices have been poured, Lauded with songs for lofty fame.

abhi gavyāni vītaye nṛmṇā punāno arṣasi sanadvājaḥ pari srava

Thou flowest to enjoy the milk, and bringest valour, being cleansed: Winning the spoil flow hitherward.

uta no gomatīr iṣo viśvā arṣa pariṣṭubhaḥ gṛṇāno jamadagninā

And, hymned by Jamadagnis, let all nourishment that kine supply, And general praises, flow to us.

pavasva vāco agriyaḥ soma citrābhir ūtibhiḥ abhi viśvāni kāvyā

Soma, as leader of the song flow onward with thy wondrous aids, For holy lore of every kind.

tvaṃ samudriyā apo 'griyo vāca īrayan pavasva viśvamejaya

Do thou as leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea, Flow onward, thou who movest all.

tubhyemā bhuvanā kave mahimne soma tasthire tubhyam arṣanti sindhavaḥ

O Soma, O thou Sage, these worlds stand ready to attest thy might: For thy behoof the rivers flow.

pra te divo na vṛṣṭayo dhārā yanty asaścataḥ abhi śukrām upastiram

Like showers of rain that fall from heaven thy streams perpetually flow To the bright fleece spread under them.

indrāyendum punītanograṃ dakṣāya sādhanam īśānaṃ vītirādhasam

For potent Indra purify Indu effectual and strong, Enjoyment-giver, Mighty Lord.

pavamāna ṛtaḥ kaviḥ somaḥ pavitram āsadat dadhat stotre suvīryam

Soma, true, Pavamana, Sage, is seated in the cleansing sieve, Giving his praiser hero strength.