Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.51

9.51.1

अध्व॑र्यो॒ अद्रि॑भिः सु॒तं सोमं॑ प॒वित्र॒ आ सृ॑ज ।
पु॒नी॒हीन्द्रा॑य॒ पात॑वे ॥

O Adhvaryu, pour the Soma pressed with stones into the filter; purify it for Indra to drink.

दि॒वः पी॒यूष॑मुत्त॒मं सोम॒मिन्द्रा॑य व॒ज्रिणे॑ ।
सु॒नोता॒ मधु॑मत्तमं ॥

Press out the best nectar of heaven, the Soma, for Indra who wields the thunderbolt, the sweetest of all.

तव॒ त्य इ॑न्दो॒ अन्ध॑सो दे॒वा मधो॒र्व्य॑श्नते ।
पव॑मानस्य म॒रुतः॑ ॥

O Indu, the gods partake of your sweet juice, along with the Maruts, of the purifying Soma.

त्वं हि सो॑म व॒र्धय॑न्त्सु॒तो मदा॑य॒ भूर्ण॑ये ।
वृष॑न्त्स्तो॒तार॑मू॒तये॑ ॥

You indeed, O Soma, increasing and pressed out, for exhilaration and for the vigorous one; O bull, for protection of the singer.

अ॒भ्य॑र्ष विचक्षण प॒वित्रं॒ धार॑या सु॒तः ।
अ॒भि वाज॑मु॒त श्रवः॑ ॥

O far-seeing one, flow, pressed out, through the stream toward the filter, toward strength and fame.