Rig Veda
This verse is not included in this edition.
The drops of Soma juice like cows who yield their milk have flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the Shining One, And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the udders stream.
sa roruvad abhi pūrvā acikradad upāruhaḥ śrathayan svādate hariḥ tiraḥ pavitram pariyann uru jrayo ni śaryāṇi dadhate deva ā varam
He bellows with a roar around the highest twigs: the Tawny One is sweetened as he breaks them up. Then passing through the sieve into the ample room, the God throws off the dregs according to his wish.
vi yo mame yamyā saṃyatī madaḥ sākaṃvṛdhā payasā pinvad akṣitā mahī apāre rajasī vivevidad abhivrajann akṣitam pāja ā dade
The gladdening drink that measured out the meeting Twins fills full with milk the Eternal Ever-waxing Pair. Bringing to light the Two great Regions limitless, moving above them he gained sheen that never fades.
sa mātarā vicaran vājayann apaḥ pra medhiraḥ svadhayā pinvate padam aṃśur yavena pipiśe yato nṛbhiḥ saṃ jāmibhir nasate rakṣate śiraḥ
Wandering through, the Parents, strengthening the floods, the Sage makes his place swell with his own native might. The stalk is mixed with grain: he comes led by the men together with the sisters, and preserves the Head.
saṃ dakṣeṇa manasā jāyate kavir ṛtasya garbho nihito yamā paraḥ yūnā ha santā prathamaṃ vi jajñatur guhā hitaṃ janima nemam udyatam
With energetic intellect the Sage is born, deposited as germ of Law, far from the Twins. They being young at first showed visibly distinct the Creature that is half-concealed and half-exposed.
mandrasya rūpaṃ vividur manīṣiṇaḥ śyeno yad andho abharat parāvataḥ tam marjayanta suvṛdhaṃ nadīṣv āṃ uśantam aṃśum pariyantam ṛgmiyam
The sages knew the form of him the Gladdener, what time the Falcon brought the plant from far away. Him who assures success they beautified in streams, the stalk who yearned therefor, mighty and meet for praise.
tvām mṛjanti daśa yoṣaṇaḥ sutaṃ soma ṛṣibhir matibhir dhītibhir hitam avyo vārebhir uta devahūtibhir nṛbhir yato vājam ā darṣi sātaye
Together with the Rishis, with their prayers and hymns ten women deck thee, Soma, friendly when effused. Led by the men, with invocations of the Gods, through the fleece, thou hast given us strength to win the spoil.
pariprayantaṃ vayyaṃ suṣaṃsadaṃ somam manīṣā abhy anūṣata stubhaḥ yo dhārayā madhumāṁ ūrmiṇā diva iyarti vācaṃ rayiṣāﾱ amartyaḥ
Songs resonant with praise have celebrated him. Soma, Friend, springing forth with his fair company. Even him who rich in meath, with undulating stream, Winnner of Wealth, Immortal, sends his voice from heaven,
ayaṃ diva iyarti viśvam ā rajaḥ somaḥ punānaḥ kalaśeṣu sīdati adbhir gobhir mṛjyate adribhiḥ sutaḥ punāna indur varivo vidat priyam
He sends it into all the region forth from heaven. Soma, while he is filtered, settles in the jars. With milk and waters is he decked when pressed with stones: Indu, when purified, shall find sweet rest and room.
evā naḥ soma pariṣicyamāno vayo dadhac citratamam pavasva adveṣe dyāvāpṛthivī huvema devā dhatta rayim asme suvīram
Even thus poured forth How on thy way, O Soma, vouchsafing us most manifold lively vigour. We will invoke benevolent Earth and Heaven. Give us, ye Gods, riches with noble heroes.