Ṛgveda · Sūkta 10.94
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10.94.1
प्रैते व॑दन्तु॒ प्र व॒यं व॑दाम॒ ग्राव॑भ्यो॒ वाचं॑ वदता॒ वद॑द्भ्यः ।
यद॑द्रयः पर्वताः सा॒कमा॒शवः॒ श्लोकं॒ घोषं॒ भर॒थेन्द्रा॑य सो॒मिनः॑ ॥
Let them speak forth; let us also speak forth for the pressing stones. When, O stones and mountains, swift together, O soma-pressers, you bring song and roar for Indra.
10.94.2
ए॒ते व॑दन्ति श॒तव॑त्स॒हस्र॑वद॒भि क्र॑न्दन्ति॒ हरि॑तेभिरा॒सभिः॑ ।
वि॒ष्ट्वी ग्रावा॑णः सु॒कृतः॑ सुकृ॒त्यया॒ होतु॑श्चि॒त्पूर्वे॑ हवि॒रद्य॑माशत ॥
They speak a hundredfold and a thousandfold, crying out with tawny mortars. O well-made stones, by skilled work, by the priest's work indeed, the ancient ones reached the oblation-food.
10.94.3
ए॒ते व॑द॒न्त्यवि॑दन्न॒ना मधु॒ न्यू॑ङ्खयन्ते॒ अधि॑ प॒क्व आमि॑षि ।
वृ॒क्षस्य॒ शाखा॑मरु॒णस्य॒ बप्स॑त॒स्ते सूभ॑र्वा वृष॒भाः प्रेम॑राविषुः ॥
They speak; not finding sweetness here, they shake down the ripened soma in the press-vessel. Seizing the branch of the tree and the reddish juice, those fine bearing bulls rushed forth.
10.94.4
बृ॒हद्व॑दन्ति मदि॒रेण॑ म॒न्दिनेन्द्रं॒ क्रोश॑न्तोऽविदन्न॒ना मधु॑ ।
सं॒रभ्या॒ धीराः॒ स्वसृ॑भिरनर्तिषुराघो॒षय॑न्तः पृथि॒वीमु॑प॒ब्दिभिः॑ ॥
They speak greatly, crying out for Indra with the intoxicating, exhilarating soma; here they found the sweetness. The steadfast sages danced with their sisters, making the earth resound with the pressing-stones.
10.94.5
सु॒प॒र्णा वाच॑मक्र॒तोप॒ द्यवि॑ आख॒रे कृष्णा॑ इषि॒रा अ॑नर्तिषुः ।
न्य॑ङ्नि य॒न्त्युप॑रस्य निष्कृ॒तं पु॒रू रेतो॑ दधिरे सूर्य॒श्वितः॑ ॥
The winged ones made speech; in the sky, in the mortar, the dark swift ones danced. Downward, down to the upright place of cleansing they go; they place much seed, the sun-seekers.
10.94.6
उ॒ग्रा इ॑व प्र॒वह॑न्तः स॒माय॑मुः सा॒कं यु॒क्ता वृष॑णो॒ बिभ्र॑तो॒ धुरः॑ ।
यच्छ्व॒सन्तो॑ जग्रसा॒ना अरा॑विषुः शृ॒ण्व ए॑षां प्रो॒थथो॒ अर्व॑तामिव ॥
Like the fierce ones rushing forward, they held back together; the yoked bulls bear the pole. When they rush, breathing and swallowing, their roar is heard, like the sound of the pole-bearer of horses.
10.94.7
दशा॑वनिभ्यो॒ दश॑कक्ष्येभ्यो॒ दश॑योक्त्रेभ्यो॒ दश॑योजनेभ्यः ।
दशा॑भीशुभ्यो अर्चता॒जरे॑भ्यो॒ दश॒ धुरो॒ दश॑ यु॒क्ता वह॑द्भ्यः ॥
Honour those who bear the ten avani, the ten kakṣya, the ten yoktra, the ten yojana and the ten ābhīśu; to the ageless give ten axles and ten yoked horses that bear the load.
10.94.8
ते अद्र॑यो॒ दश॑यन्त्रास आ॒शव॒स्तेषा॑मा॒धानं॒ पर्ये॑ति हर्य॒तम् ।
त ऊ॑ सु॒तस्य॑ सो॒म्यस्यान्ध॑सो अं॒शोः पी॒यूषं॑ प्रथ॒मस्य॑ भेजिरे ॥
Those stones, ten-reined and swift, circle the golden juice around their setting. They have received the first draught of the pressed soma, the sweet drop of the ándhas.
10.94.9
ते सो॒मादो॒ हरी॒ इन्द्र॑स्य निंसते अं॒शुं दु॒हन्तो॒ अध्या॑सते॒ गवि॑ ।
तेभि॑र्दु॒ग्धं प॑पि॒वान्त्सो॒म्यं मधु॒ इन्द्रो॑ वर्धते॒ प्रथ॑ते वृषा॒यते॑ ॥
Those two soma-drunk tawny steeds of Indra draw his chariot; milking the juice, they sit upon the cow. Having drunk the soma-honey they have milked, Indra grows strong, spreads wide, and surges like a bull.
10.94.10
वृषा॑ वो अं॒शुर्न किला॑ रिषाथ॒नेळा॑वन्तः॒ सद॒मित्स्थ॒नाशि॑ताः ।
रै॒व॒त्येव॒ मह॑सा॒ चार॑व स्थन॒ यस्य॑ ग्रावाणो॒ अजु॑षध्वमध्व॒रम् ॥
Your bull-like juice never fails. O stones of Ilā, ever set firm, you stand well, shining with greatness like the Raivata; O stones, blessed is the sacrifice whose offering you have gladly received.
10.94.11
तृ॒दि॒ला अतृ॑दिलासो॒ अद्र॑यो अश्रम॒णा अशृ॑थिता॒ अमृ॑त्यवः ।
अ॒ना॒तु॒रा अ॒जरा॒ स्थाम॑विष्णवः सुपी॒वसो॒ अतृ॑षिता॒ अतृ॑ष्णजः ॥
Unwearied, unwearied are the stones, unbroken, unhindered, immortal; ageless, unmoving, unhindered, unaging, well-nourished, free of thirst, thirst-less.
10.94.12
ध्रु॒वा ए॒व वः॑ पि॒तरो॑ यु॒गेयु॑गे॒ क्षेम॑कामासः॒ सद॑सो॒ न यु॑ञ्जते ।
अ॒जु॒र्यासो॑ हरि॒षाचो॑ ह॒रिद्र॑व॒ आ द्यां रवे॑ण पृथि॒वीम॑शुश्रवुः ॥
Steadfast indeed are your fathers, who in every age desiring welfare are yoked to their seat; ageless, bearing tawny horses, tawny-runners, they made the sky and the earth hear with their roar.
10.94.13
तदिद्व॑द॒न्त्यद्र॑यो वि॒मोच॑ने॒ याम॑न्नञ्ज॒स्पा इ॑व॒ घेदु॑प॒ब्दिभिः॑ ।
वप॑न्तो॒ बीज॑मिव धान्या॒कृतः॑ पृ॒ञ्चन्ति॒ सोमं॒ न मि॑नन्ति॒ बप्स॑तः ॥
The pressing stones speak thus, when released, like nimble-handed ones in the course of water; with the lower stones, scattering like grain-makers who sow seed, they mix the Soma and do not crush it.
10.94.14
सु॒ते अ॑ध्व॒रे अधि॒ वाच॑मक्र॒ता क्री॒ळयो॒ न मा॒तरं॑ तु॒दन्तः॑ ।
वि षू मु॑ञ्चा सुषु॒वुषो॑ मनी॒षां वि व॑र्तन्ता॒मद्र॑य॒श्चाय॑मानाः ॥
At the sacrifice where Soma is pressed, they give rise to speech, like playing boys pushing their mother. Set free, O sacrificer, the inspired thought of the presser; let the moving stones turn and go about.