Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.57

9.57.1

प्र ते॒ धारा॑ अस॒श्चतो॑ दि॒वो न य॑न्ति वृ॒ष्टयः॑ ।
अच्छा॒ वाजं॑ सह॒स्रिण॑म् ॥

O Soma, your unfailing streams flow like the rains from heaven, going toward strength and food a thousandfold.

अ॒भि प्रि॒याणि॒ काव्या॒ विश्वा॒ चक्षा॑णो अर्षति ।
हरि॑स्तुञ्जा॒न आयु॑धा ॥

Gazing at all the dear poetic songs, he flows on; the tawny Soma, stirring his weapons, rushes forward.

स म॑र्मृजा॒न आ॒युभि॒रिभो॒ राजे॑व सुव्र॒तः ।
श्ये॒नो न वंसु॑ षीदति ॥

Cleansing himself with the fingers, like a king of steadfast vows, like a falcon he settles down in the vessels.

स नो॒ विश्वा॑ दि॒वो वसू॒तो पृ॑थि॒व्या अधि॑ ।
पु॒ना॒न इ॑न्द॒वा भ॑र ॥

Thus, O Indu Soma, purifying yourself, bring to us here all treasures from heaven and from earth.