Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.16

9.16.1

प्र ते॑ सो॒तार॑ ओ॒ण्यो॑ रसं॒ मदा॑य॒ घृष्व॑ये ।
सर्गो॒ न त॒क्त्येत॑शः ॥

O Soma, the pressers strain your juice into the two cups for exhilaration and vigour; your stream rushes onward like a swift horse.

क्रत्वा॒ दक्ष॑स्य र॒थ्य॑म॒पो वसा॑न॒मन्ध॑सा ।
गो॒षामण्वे॑षु सश्चिम ॥

By will and strength, fit for the chariot, clad in waters and adorned with the sap, we have joined you in the fingers, seeking to win cows.

अन॑प्तम॒प्सु दु॒ष्टरं॒ सोमं॑ प॒वित्र॒ आ सृ॑ज ।
पु॒नी॒हीन्द्रा॑य॒ पात॑वे ॥

Send forth the unbegotten Soma, hard to cross, into the waters and into the pure strainer; purify him for Indra to drink.

प्र पु॑ना॒नस्य॒ चेत॑सा॒ सोमः॑ प॒वित्रे॑ अर्षति ।
क्रत्वा॑ स॒धस्थ॒मास॑दत् ॥

Soma flows forth through the filter by the mind of the purifier; by his will he has taken his seat in his own place.

प्र त्वा॒ नमो॑भि॒रिन्द॑व॒ इन्द्र॒ सोमा॑ असृक्षत ।
म॒हे भरा॑य का॒रिणः॑ ॥

Forth to you, O Indra, with homages, the drops of Soma were sent; for the great offering, from those who perform the rite.

पु॒ना॒नो रू॒पे अ॒व्यये॒ विश्वा॒ अर्ष॑न्न॒भि श्रियः॑ ।
शूरो॒ न गोषु॑ तिष्ठति ॥

Purifying himself in his unperishing form, he rushes over all the splendours; like a hero he stands among the cows.

दि॒वो न सानु॑ पि॒प्युषी॒ धारा॑ सु॒तस्य॑ वे॒धसः॑ ।
वृथा॑ प॒वित्रे॑ अर्षति ॥

Like a summit of heaven, the swelling stream of the pressed Soma of the wise poet does not flow in vain through the filter.

त्वं सो॑म विप॒श्चितं॒ तना॑ पुना॒न आ॒युषु॑ ।
अव्यो॒ वारं॒ वि धा॑वसि ॥

You, O Soma, purifying yourself among the people, run with the stream of the wise poet over the sheep's-wool filter.