Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.50

9.50.1

उत्ते॒ शुष्मा॑स ईरते॒ सिन्धो॑रू॒र्मेरि॑व स्व॒नः ।
वा॒णस्य॑ चोदया प॒विम् ॥

Soma, your vigorous powers surge forth like the roar of a river's wave. Drive them toward the filter of Vāṇa.

प्र॒स॒वे त॒ उदी॑रते ति॒स्रो वाचो॑ मख॒स्युवः॑ ।
यदव्य॒ एषि॒ सान॑वि ॥

At your impulse the three speeches, eager for the sacrifice, rise up for you, when you go on the fleece of the sheep to the height.

अव्यो॒ वारे॒ परि॑ प्रि॒यं हरिं॑ हिन्व॒न्त्यद्रि॑भिः ।
पव॑मानं मधु॒श्चुत॑म् ॥

In the sheep's fleece-sieve they press around the dear tawny Soma with stones; purifying, he flows dripping with sweetness.

आ प॑वस्व मदिन्तम प॒वित्रं॒ धार॑या कवे ।
अ॒र्कस्य॒ योनि॑मा॒सद॑म् ॥

Most exhilarating one, O seer, flow onward as a purifying filter with the stream, to take your seat in the womb of the cosmic order.

स प॑वस्व मदिन्तम॒ गोभि॑रञ्जा॒नो अ॒क्तुभिः॑ ।
इन्द॒विन्द्रा॑य पी॒तये॑ ॥

That very one, most exhilarating, flow adorned with rays, anointed with the nights and dawns. O Soma, for Indra to drink.