Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.55

9.55.1

यवं॑यवं नो॒ अन्ध॑सा पु॒ष्टम्पु॑ष्टं॒ परि॑ स्रव ।
सोम॒ विश्वा॑ च॒ सौभ॑गा ॥

O Soma, with the sweet juice pour forth around us nourishment, grain by grain, and all blessings.

इन्दो॒ यथा॒ तव॒ स्तवो॒ यथा॑ ते जा॒तमन्ध॑सः ।
नि ब॒र्हिषि॑ प्रि॒ये स॑दः ॥

O Indu, as is your praise, and as you were born from the sweet juice, sit down on the dear sacred grass.

उ॒त नो॑ गो॒विद॑श्व॒वित्पव॑स्व सो॒मान्ध॑सा ।
म॒क्षूत॑मेभि॒रह॑भिः ॥

And you, O Soma, who win cows for us and win horses, purify yourself with the sweet juice most swiftly by these days.

यो जि॒नाति॒ न जीय॑ते॒ हन्ति॒ शत्रु॑म॒भीत्य॑ ।
स प॑वस्व सहस्रजित् ॥

You who conquer and are not conquered, who strikes the foe face to face, purify yourself and flow, O thousand-conqueror.