Rig Veda
trir asmai sapta dhenavo duduhre satyām āśiram pūrvye vyomani catvāry anyā bhuvanāni nirṇije cārūṇi cakre yad ṛtair avardhata
The three times seven Milch-kine in the eastern heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine milky draught. Four other beauteous Creatures hath he made for his adornment, when he waxed in strength through holy rites.
sa bhikṣamāṇo amṛtasya cāruṇa ubhe dyāvā kāvyenā vi śaśrathe tejiṣṭhā apo maṃhanā pari vyata yadī devasya śravasā sado viduḥ
Longing for lovely Amrita, by his wisdom he divided, each apart from other, earth and heaven. He gladly wrapped himself in the most lucid floods, when through their glory they found the God's resting-place.
te asya santu ketavo 'mṛtyavo 'dābhyāso januṣī ubhe anu yebhir nṛmṇā ca devyā ca punata ād id rājānam mananā agṛbhṇata
May those his brilliant rays he ever free from death, inviolate, for both classes of created things,- Rays wherewith powers of men and Gods are purified. Yea, even for this have sages welcomed him as King.
sa mṛjyamāno daśabhiḥ sukarmabhiḥ pra madhyamāsu mātṛṣu prame sacā vratāni pāno amṛtasya cāruṇa ubhe nṛcakṣā anu paśyate viśau
He, while he is adorned by the ten skillful ones, that he too in the Midmost Mothers may create, While he is watching o'er the lovely Amrita's ways, looks on both races as Beholder of mankind.
sa marmṛjāna indriyāya dhāyasa obhe antā rodasī harṣate hitaḥ vṛṣā śuṣmeṇa bādhate vi durmatīr ādediśānaḥ śaryaheva śurudhaḥ
He, while he is adorned to stream forth mighty strength, rejoices in his place between the earth and heaven. The Steer dispels the evil-hearted with his might, aiming at offerings as an archer at the game.
sa mātarā na dadṛśāna usriyo nānadad eti marutām iva svanaḥ jānann ṛtam prathamaṃ yat svarṇaram praśastaye kam avṛṇīta sukratuḥ
Beholding, as it were, Two Mother Cows, the Steer goes roaring on his way even as the Maruts roar. Knowing Eternal Law, the earliest light of heaven, he, passing wise, was chosen out to tell it forth.
ruvati bhīmo vṛṣabhas taviṣyayā śṛṅge śiśāno hariṇī vicakṣaṇaḥ ā yoniṃ somaḥ sukṛtaṃ ni ṣīdati gavyayī tvag bhavati nirṇig avyayī
The fearful Bull is bellowing with violent might, far-sighted, sharpening his yellow coloured horns. Soma assumes his seat in the well-fashioned place: the cowhide and the sheepskin are his ornament.
śuciḥ punānas tanvam arepasam avye harir ny adhāviṣṭa sānavi juṣṭo mitrāya varuṇāya vāyave tridhātu madhu kriyate sukarmabhiḥ
Bright, making pure his body free from spot and stain, on the sheep's back the Golden-coloured hath flowed down. Acceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, he is prepared as threefold meal by skillful men.
pavasva soma devavītaye vṛṣendrasya hārdi somadhānam ā viśa purā no bādhād duritāti pāraya kṣetraviddhi diśa āhā vipṛcchate
Flow on for the God's banquet, Soma, as a Steer, and enter Indra's heart, the Soma's reservoir. Bear us beyond misfortune ere we be oppressed. the man who knows the land directs the man who asks.
This verse is not included in this edition.
Urged like a car-steed flow to strength, O Soma: Indu, flow onward to the throat of Indra. Skilled, bear us past, as in a boat o'er water: as battling Hero save us from the foeman.