Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.32

9.32.1

प्र सोमा॑सो मद॒च्युतः॒ श्रव॑से नो म॒घोनः॑ ।
सु॒ता वि॒दथे॑ अक्रमुः ॥

The Soma juices that exhilarate have flowed forth for our fame and for the bountiful one; pressed, they have come to the sacrificial contest.

आदी॑ं त्रि॒तस्य॒ योष॑णो॒ हरिं॑ हिन्व॒न्त्यद्रि॑भिः ।
इन्दु॒मिन्द्रा॑य पी॒तये॑ ॥

Then the maidens of Trita stir the tawny Soma with stones, the drop of Soma for Indra to drink.

आदी॑ं हं॒सो यथा॑ ग॒णं विश्व॑स्यावीवशन्म॒तिम् ।
अत्यो॒ न गोभि॑रज्यते ॥

Then, like a swan of the host, Soma has stirred the thought of all; like a horse he is driven with rays.

उ॒भे सो॑माव॒चाक॑शन्मृ॒गो न त॒क्तो अ॑र्षसि ।
सीद॑न्नृ॒तस्य॒ योनि॒मा ॥

You look upon both worlds, O Soma; like a deer, purified, you run, sitting in the seat of cosmic order.

अ॒भि गावो॑ अनूषत॒ योषा॑ जा॒रमि॑व प्रि॒यम् ।
अग॑न्ना॒जिं यथा॑ हि॒तम् ॥

The cows call out to Soma as a woman to her beloved; like a dear lover he comes to the contest, as one placed for welfare.

अ॒स्मे धे॑हि द्यु॒मद्यशो॑ म॒घव॑द्भ्यश्च॒ मह्यं॑ च ।
स॒निं मे॒धामु॒त श्रवः॑ ॥

Establish for us radiant fame, for the generous and for me as well; give wealth, insight, and renown.