Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.103

9.103.1

प्र पु॑ना॒नाय॑ वे॒धसे॒ सोमा॑य॒ वच॒ उद्य॑तम् ।
भृ॒तिं न भ॑रा म॒तिभि॒र्जुजो॑षते ॥

For the purifying, wise Soma, raise up your speech. As one offers a portion, serve him with hymns; may he delight in them and welcome them.

परि॒ वारा॑ण्य॒व्यया॒ गोभि॑रञ्जा॒नो अ॑र्षति ।
त्री ष॒धस्था॑ पुना॒नः कृ॑णुते॒ हरिः॑ ॥

Around the imperishable strainers he flows, adorning himself with the cows' milk. Becoming pure, he makes three seats — he is Hari, the tawny one.

परि॒ कोशं॑ मधु॒श्चुत॑म॒व्यये॒ वारे॑ अर्षति ।
अ॒भि वाणी॒र्ऋषी॑णां स॒प्त नू॑षत ॥

Around the honey-dripping vessel he flows through the imperishable strainer. The seven voices of the seers sing praise toward him.

परि॑ णे॒ता म॑ती॒नां वि॒श्वदे॑वो॒ अदा॑भ्यः ।
सोमः॑ पुना॒नश्च॒म्वो॑र्विश॒द्धरिः॑ ॥

Soma, containing all the gods, the undeceived leader of thoughts, becoming pure, enters the cup — he is Hari, the tawny one.

परि॒ दैवी॒रनु॑ स्व॒धा इन्द्रे॑ण याहि स॒रथ॑म् ।
पु॒ना॒नो वा॒घद्वा॒घद्भि॒रम॑र्त्यः ॥

Go in accord with the divine powers; go together with Indra in the chariot. Purifying yourself with the invigorating streams, you, immortal Soma.

परि॒ सप्ति॒र्न वा॑ज॒युर्दे॒वो दे॒वेभ्यः॑ सु॒तः ।
व्या॒न॒शिः पव॑मानो॒ वि धा॑वति ॥

Like a stallion seeking strength, the god, pressed for the gods, spreading all around, purifying himself, runs forth through the streams.