Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.41

9.41.1

प्र ये गावो॒ न भूर्ण॑यस्त्वे॒षा अ॒यासो॒ अक्र॑मुः ।
घ्नन्तः॑ कृ॒ष्णामप॒ त्वच॑म् ॥

Like bellowing cows, the bright, untiring somas rushed forth, striking the black skin away.

सु॒वि॒तस्य॑ मनाम॒हेऽति॒ सेतुं॑ दुरा॒व्य॑म् ।
सा॒ह्वांसो॒ दस्यु॑मव्र॒तम् ॥

We aim for the bridge of welfare, hard to cross, overcoming the lawless Dasyu.

शृ॒ण्वे वृ॒ष्टेरि॑व स्व॒नः पव॑मानस्य शु॒ष्मिणः॑ ।
चर॑न्ति वि॒द्युतो॑ दि॒वि ॥

The sound of the mighty purifying Soma is heard like the roar of rain; lightnings course through the sky.

आ प॑वस्व म॒हीमिषं॒ गोम॑दिन्दो॒ हिर॑ण्यवत् ।
अश्वा॑व॒द्वाज॑वत्सु॒तः ॥

O Indu, flow and purify yourself; bring great nourishment rich in cows, gold, horses and strength, pressed out as you are.

स प॑वस्व विचर्षणे॒ आ म॒ही रोद॑सी पृण ।
उ॒षाः सूर्यो॒ न र॒श्मिभिः॑ ॥

O all-seeing one, flow and purify yourself; fill the great heaven and earth, as Dawn and the sun fill them with their rays.

परि॑ णः शर्म॒यन्त्या॒ धार॑या सोम वि॒श्वतः॑ ।
सरा॑ र॒सेव॑ वि॒ष्टप॑म् ॥

O Soma, encircle us on all sides with your sheltering stream; spread out as juice spreads to its dwelling.