Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.37

9.37.1

स सु॒तः पी॒तये॒ वृषा॒ सोमः॑ प॒वित्रे॑ अर्षति ।
वि॒घ्नन्रक्षां॑सि देव॒युः ॥

That pressed bull, Soma, flows through the filter for drinking, striking down the demons, a friend of the gods.

स प॒वित्रे॑ विचक्ष॒णो हरि॑रर्षति धर्ण॒सिः ।
अ॒भि योनिं॒ कनि॑क्रदत् ॥

That all-seeing tawny Soma flows through the filter, supporting, roaring toward his seat.

स वा॒जी रो॑च॒ना दि॒वः पव॑मानो॒ वि धा॑वति ।
र॒क्षो॒हा वार॑म॒व्यय॑म् ॥

That vigorous Soma, purifying toward the brilliances of heaven, runs, slayer of demons, toward the unfailing sieve.

स त्रि॒तस्याधि॒ सान॑वि॒ पव॑मानो अरोचयत् ।
जा॒मिभिः॒ सूर्यं॑ स॒ह ॥

Purifying himself, Soma made the summit of Trita bright, along with his kin, together with the sun.

स वृ॑त्र॒हा वृषा॑ सु॒तो व॑रिवो॒विददा॑भ्यः ।
सोमो॒ वाज॑मिवासरत् ॥

That slayer of Vritra, the bull, pressed out, finder of wealth, undefeated Soma, rushed forth as if toward a prize.

स दे॒वः क॒विने॑षि॒त अ॒भि द्रोणा॑नि धावति ।
इन्दु॒रिन्द्रा॑य मं॒हना॑ ॥

That god, impelled by the poet, runs toward the wooden troughs; the drop of Soma, for Indra, with exultation.