Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.17

9.17.1

प्र नि॒म्नेने॑व॒ सिन्ध॑वो॒ घ्नन्तो॑ वृ॒त्राणि॒ भूर्ण॑यः ।
सोमा॑ असृग्रमा॒शवः॑ ॥

Like rivers running down a slope, smiting the obstacles, the swift Soma juices have flowed forth.

अ॒भि सु॑वा॒नास॒ इन्द॑वो वृ॒ष्टयः॑ पृथि॒वीमि॑व ।
इन्द्रं॒ सोमा॑सो अक्षरन् ॥

As showers pour upon the earth, the pressed Soma drops have flowed toward Indra.

अत्यू॑र्मिर्मत्स॒रो मदः॒ सोमः॑ प॒वित्रे॑ अर्षति ।
वि॒घ्नन्रक्षां॑सि देव॒युः ॥

Surging beyond the waves, exhilarating, intoxicating Soma flows through the sacred filter, smiting the demons, dear to the gods.

आ क॒लशे॑षु धावति प॒वित्रे॒ परि॑ षिच्यते ।
उ॒क्थैर्य॒ज्ञेषु॑ वर्धते ॥

He rushes to the vessels; he is poured around the filter; with hymns he grows strong in the sacrifices.

अति॒ त्री सो॑म रोच॒ना रोह॒न्न भ्रा॑जसे॒ दिव॑म् ।
इ॒ष्णन्त्सूर्यं॒ न चो॑दयः ॥

O Soma, climbing beyond the three bright realms, you shine in the sky; you impel as one who drives the sun.

अ॒भि विप्रा॑ अनूषत मू॒र्धन्य॒ज्ञस्य॑ का॒रवः॑ ।
दधा॑ना॒श्चक्ष॑सि प्रि॒यम् ॥

The wise poets praised Soma at the crown of the sacrifice, holding the dear one in their sight.

तमु॑ त्वा वा॒जिनं॒ नरो॑ धी॒भिर्विप्रा॑ अव॒स्यवः॑ ।
मृ॒जन्ति॑ दे॒वता॑तये ॥

Men and inspired seers, seeking help with their thought, cleanse you, the vigorous one, for the favor of the gods.

मधो॒र्धारा॒मनु॑ क्षर ती॒व्रः स॒धस्थ॒मास॑दः ।
चारु॑र्ऋ॒ताय॑ पी॒तये॑ ॥

Flow along the stream of sweetness; swift one, sit down in your seat. Bright one, for the cosmic order, for drinking.