Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.110
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9.110.1
पर्यू॒ षु प्र ध॑न्व॒ वाज॑सातये॒ परि॑ वृ॒त्राणि॑ स॒क्षणिः॑ ।
द्वि॒षस्त॒रध्या॑ ऋण॒या न॑ ईयसे ॥
Run well, O Soma, for the winning of prizes; crossing all around the obstacles, overcome the enemies. As our helper you come to us.
9.110.2
अनु॒ हि त्वा॑ सु॒तं सो॑म॒ मदा॑मसि म॒हे स॑मर्य॒राज्ये॑ ।
वाजाँ॑ अ॒भि प॑वमान॒ प्र गा॑हसे ॥
We exhilarate you, pressed O Soma, in the great contest of rival kings. O purifying one, you press on toward the prizes.
9.110.3
अजी॑जनो॒ हि प॑वमान॒ सूर्यं॑ वि॒धारे॒ शक्म॑ना॒ पयः॑ ।
गोजी॑रया॒ रंह॑माणः॒ पुरं॑ध्या ॥
O purifying Soma, you brought forth the sun; by your might, in the chariot-seat, the milk; delighting with the Purandhi that brings cows.
9.110.4
अजी॑जनो अमृत॒ मर्त्ये॒ष्वाँ ऋ॒तस्य॒ धर्म॑न्न॒मृत॑स्य॒ चारु॑णः ।
सदा॑सरो॒ वाज॒मच्छा॒ सनि॑ष्यदत् ॥
O immortal Soma, you brought forth among mortals, in the law of cosmic order, in the lovely law of the immortal one; always you run toward strength, flowing forth.
9.110.5
अ॒भ्य॑भि॒ हि श्रव॑सा त॒तर्दि॒थोत्सं॒ न कं चि॑ज्जन॒पान॒मक्षि॑तम् ।
शर्या॑भि॒र्न भर॑माणो॒ गभ॑स्त्योः ॥
Again and again with glory you have pierced it, like a spring, an inexhaustible source of drink; with the mares, like one carrying in both hands.
9.110.6
आदी॒ं के चि॒त्पश्य॑मानास॒ आप्यं॑ वसु॒रुचो॑ दि॒व्या अ॒भ्य॑नूषत ।
वारं॒ न दे॒वः स॑वि॒ता व्यू॑र्णुते ॥
Then some, seeing, praise the water-born one, brilliant with wealth, the heavenly one, as the god Savitṛ opens the gate.
9.110.7
त्वे सो॑म प्रथ॒मा वृ॒क्तब॑र्हिषो म॒हे वाजा॑य॒ श्रव॑से॒ धियं॑ दधुः ।
स त्वं नो॑ वीर वी॒र्या॑य चोदय ॥
O Soma, in you the first seers, seated on cut grass, placed their thought for great strength and fame. You, O hero, impel us to heroic power.
9.110.8
दि॒वः पी॒यूषं॑ पू॒र्व्यं यदु॒क्थ्यं॑ म॒हो गा॒हाद्दि॒व आ निर॑धुक्षत ।
इन्द्र॑म॒भि जाय॑मानं॒ सम॑स्वरन् ॥
When the ancient, praiseworthy nectar was milked out from heaven with a great roar, they sang together toward Indra being born.
9.110.9
अध॒ यदि॒मे प॑वमान॒ रोद॑सी इ॒मा च॒ विश्वा॒ भुव॑ना॒भि म॒ज्मना॑ ।
यू॒थे न नि॒ष्ठा वृ॑ष॒भो वि ति॑ष्ठसे ॥
Then, O purifier, these two worlds and all beings were brought under your might. Like a bull standing among the herd, you rise up and stand forth.
9.110.10
सोमः॑ पुना॒नो अ॒व्यये॒ वारे॒ शिशु॒र्न क्रीळ॒न्पव॑मानो अक्षाः ।
स॒हस्र॑धारः श॒तवा॑ज॒ इन्दु॑र् ॥
Soma purifies himself in the imperishable course; like a child at play, he flows pure. The drop of a thousand streams and a hundred strengths flows on.
9.110.11
ए॒ष पु॑ना॒नो मधु॑माँ ऋ॒तावेन्द्रा॒येन्दुः॑ पवते स्वा॒दुरू॒र्मिः ।
वा॒ज॒सनि॑र्वरिवो॒विद्व॑यो॒धाः ॥
This sweet soma, holder of cosmic order, flows purified for Indra. The sweet wave, giver of strength, finder of wealth, bestower of life, flows on.
9.110.12
स प॑वस्व॒ सह॑मानः पृत॒न्यून्त्सेध॒न्रक्षां॒स्यप॑ दु॒र्गहा॑णि ।
स्वा॒यु॒धः सा॑स॒ह्वान्त्सो॑म॒ शत्रू॑न् ॥
Purify yourself, O Soma, overcoming the battle-seeking foes, driving the demons away, and breaking open the inaccessible strongholds. Having good weapons and having conquered, O Soma, conquer the enemies.