Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.38

9.38.1

ए॒ष उ॒ स्य वृषा॒ रथोऽव्यो॒ वारे॑भिरर्षति ।
गच्छ॒न्वाजं॑ सह॒स्रिण॑म् ॥

This bull-chariot runs through the streams filtered by sheep's wool, going toward a thousandfold prize of strength.

ए॒तं त्रि॒तस्य॒ योष॑णो॒ हरिं॑ हिन्व॒न्त्यद्रि॑भिः ।
इन्दु॒मिन्द्रा॑य पी॒तये॑ ॥

Maidens of Trita press this tawny drop with stones, for Indra, for drinking.

ए॒तं त्यं ह॒रितो॒ दश॑ मर्मृ॒ज्यन्ते॑ अप॒स्युवः॑ ।
याभि॒र्मदा॑य॒ शुम्भ॑ते ॥

Those ten green streams cleanse that soma, active ones, by which it adorns itself for exhilaration.

ए॒ष स्य मानु॑षी॒~ष्वा श्ये॒नो न वि॒क्षु सी॑दति ।
गच्छ॑ञ्जा॒रो न यो॒षित॑म् ॥

Among the people this one settles in the settlements like a hawk, going like a lover to a woman.

ए॒ष स्य मद्यो॒ रसोऽव॑ चष्टे दि॒वः शिशुः॑ ।
य इन्दु॒र्वार॒मावि॑शत् ॥

This exhilarating juice looks down like a child from heaven; that drop has entered the vessel.

ए॒ष स्य पी॒तये॑ सु॒तो हरि॑रर्षति धर्ण॒सिः ।
क्रन्द॒न्योनि॑म॒भि प्रि॒यम् ॥

This soma, pressed for drinking, the tawny one, flows, the sustainer, roaring toward its dear source.