Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.21

9.21.1

ए॒ते धा॑व॒न्तीन्द॑वः॒ सोमा॒ इन्द्रा॑य॒ घृष्व॑यः ।
म॒त्स॒रासः॑ स्व॒र्विदः॑ ॥

These drops of Soma run swiftly for Indra, vigorous, exhilarating, finders of the light of heaven.

प्र॒वृ॒ण्वन्तो॑ अभि॒युजः॒ सुष्व॑ये वरिवो॒विदः॑ ।
स्व॒यं स्तो॒त्रे व॑य॒स्कृतः॑ ॥

Clearing away hostile obstacles, finders of wealth for the pressing of Soma, of their own accord, giving vigor to the singer.

वृथा॒ क्रीळ॑न्त॒ इन्द॑वः स॒धस्थ॑म॒भ्येक॒मित् ।
सिन्धो॑रू॒र्मा व्य॑क्षरन् ॥

These drops play idly toward the one common seat; they have flowed forth upon the waves of the Indus.

ए॒ते विश्वा॑नि॒ वार्या॒ पव॑मानास आशत ।
हि॒ता न सप्त॑यो॒ रथे॑ ॥

These, all of them, flowing and purifying, have reached the desired treasures, like horses yoked to the chariot.

आस्मि॑न्पि॒शङ्ग॑मिन्दवो॒ दधा॑ता वे॒नमा॒दिशे॑ ।
यो अ॒स्मभ्य॒मरा॑वा ॥

Here, O drops, set the tawny one, the beloved, at the command, who is a giver to us.

ऋ॒भुर्न रथ्यं॒ नवं॒ दधा॑ता॒ केत॑मा॒दिशे॑ ।
शु॒क्राः प॑वध्व॒मर्ण॑सा ॥

Like Ribhu the craftsman, set a new vessel for the chariot; set skill in place at the command. O bright drops, purify yourselves with the waters.

ए॒त उ॒ त्ये अ॑वीवश॒न्काष्ठां॑ वा॒जिनो॑ अक्रत ।
स॒तः प्रासा॑विषुर्म॒तिम् ॥

Those very swift streams roared and pressed on toward their goal; while still present, they set the thought forward.