Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.39

9.39.1

आ॒शुर॑र्ष बृहन्मते॒ परि॑ प्रि॒येण॒ धाम्ना॑ ।
यत्र॑ दे॒वा इति॒ ब्रव॑न् ॥

O Bṛhanmati, flow swiftly toward your dear abode, where the gods say "here."

प॒रि॒ष्कृ॒ण्वन्ननि॑ष्कृतं॒ जना॑य या॒तय॒न्निषः॑ ।
वृ॒ष्टिं दि॒वः परि॑ स्रव ॥

Making clear the unrevealed for the people, driving the nourishments onward, pour down the rain from heaven.

सु॒त ए॑ति प॒वित्र॒ आ त्विषिं॒ दधा॑न॒ ओज॑सा ।
वि॒चक्षा॑णो विरो॒चय॑न् ॥

The pressed Soma comes into the filter, bearing brilliance with strength, looking and making bright.

अ॒यं स यो दि॒वस्परि॑ रघु॒यामा॑ प॒वित्र॒ आ ।
सिन्धो॑रू॒र्मा व्यक्ष॑रत् ॥

He is the one who comes from heaven, the desired one, into the filter; upon the river's wave he burst forth and flowed.

आ॒विवा॑सन्परा॒वतो॒ अथो॑ अर्वा॒वतः॑ सु॒तः ।
इन्द्रा॑य सिच्यते॒ मधु॑ ॥

Eager to come from far and near, pressed out, honey is poured for Indra.

स॒मी॒ची॒ना अ॑नूषत॒ हरिं॑ हिन्व॒न्त्यद्रि॑भिः ।
योना॑वृ॒तस्य॑ सीदत ॥

The well-united ones praise; with stones they urge on the tawny one. Sit in the seat of cosmic order.