Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.72
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9.72.1
हरिं॑ मृजन्त्यरु॒षो न यु॑ज्यते॒ सं धे॒नुभिः॑ क॒लशे॒ सोमो॑ अज्यते ।
उद्वाच॑मी॒रय॑ति हि॒न्वते॑ म॒ती पु॑रुष्टु॒तस्य॒ कति॑ चित्परि॒प्रियः॑ ॥
They cleanse Soma, the tawny one, as if a ruddy steed were yoked; Soma is anointed in the vat together with the cows. He sends speech forth and impels it with thought; how many of his beloved forms are praised by many.
9.72.2
सा॒कं व॑दन्ति ब॒हवो॑ मनी॒षिण॒ इन्द्र॑स्य॒ सोमं॑ ज॒ठरे॒ यदा॑दु॒हुः ।
यदी॑ मृ॒जन्ति॒ सुग॑भस्तयो॒ नरः॒ सनी॑ळाभिर्द॒शभिः॒ काम्यं॒ मधु॑ ॥
Many thoughtful seers speak together, when they milked Soma for Indra into the belly. When skilled men cleanse him with ten sanīḷā-threads, the desirable sweet juice.
9.72.3
अर॑ममाणो॒ अत्ये॑ति॒ गा अ॒भि सूर्य॑स्य प्रि॒यं दु॑हि॒तुस्ति॒रो रव॑म् ।
अन्व॑स्मै॒ जोष॑मभरद्विनंगृ॒सः सं द्व॒यीभिः॒ स्वसृ॑भिः क्षेति जा॒मिभिः॑ ॥
Roaring, he goes toward the cows, toward the dear daughter of the sun, passing beyond her sound. The unsubdued one bore pleasure for him; he dwells with his two sisters and kinswomen.
9.72.4
नृधू॑तो॒ अद्रि॑षुतो ब॒र्हिषि॑ प्रि॒यः पति॒र्गवां॑ प्र॒दिव॒ इन्दु॑र्ऋ॒त्वियः॑ ।
पुरं॑धिवा॒न्मनु॑षो यज्ञ॒साध॑नः॒ शुचि॑र्धि॒या प॑वते॒ सोम॑ इन्द्र ते ॥
Unshaken, pressed with stones, dear on the barhis grass, the lord of the cows, Soma flows like a drop from the sky, timely. The accomplisher of Manu's sacrifice, the pure Soma, O Indra, is purified for you with insight.
9.72.5
नृबा॒हुभ्यां॑ चोदि॒तो धार॑या सु॒तोऽनु॑ष्व॒धं प॑वते॒ सोम॑ इन्द्र ते ।
आप्राः॒ क्रतू॒न्त्सम॑जैरध्व॒रे म॒तीर्वेर्न द्रु॒षच्च॒म्वो॑रास॑द॒द्धरिः॑ ॥
Impelled by men's arms, pressed out by the stream, Soma is purified for you, O Indra, in the order of rite. You filled the rites and won in the sacrifice; dripping like a bird, the tawny one has sat down into the two bowls.
9.72.6
अं॒शुं दु॑हन्ति स्त॒नय॑न्त॒मक्षि॑तं क॒विं क॒वयो॒ऽपसो॑ मनी॒षिणः॑ ।
समी॒ गावो॑ म॒तयो॑ यन्ति सं॒यत॑ ऋ॒तस्य॒ योना॒ सद॑ने पुन॒र्भुवः॑ ॥
The poets, the thoughtful, the skilled, together milk the roaring, undecaying drop of Soma. Indeed cows and thoughts gather together and go to the seat of order, in the place of Ṛta, the reborn ones.
9.72.7
नाभा॑ पृथि॒व्या ध॒रुणो॑ म॒हो दि॒वोऽपामू॒र्मौ सिन्धु॑ष्व॒न्तरु॑क्षि॒तः ।
इन्द्र॑स्य॒ वज्रो॑ वृष॒भो वि॒भूव॑सुः॒ सोमो॑ हृ॒दे प॑वते॒ चारु॑ मत्स॒रः ॥
Navel of the earth, supporter of the great heaven, sprinkled within the waters in the waves of the rivers — Soma, Indra's thunderbolt, the bull, rich in wealth, flows purifying into the heart as a lovely, exhilarating stream.
9.72.8
स तू प॑वस्व॒ परि॒ पार्थि॑वं॒ रजः॑ स्तो॒त्रे शिक्ष॑न्नाधून्व॒ते च॑ सुक्रतो ।
मा नो॒ निर्भा॒ग्वसु॑नः सादन॒स्पृशो॑ र॒यिं पि॒शङ्गं॑ बहु॒लं व॑सीमहि ॥
O wise Soma of good purpose, flow and purify yourself around the earthly realm, instructing the singer and giving to the one who stirs you. Do not withhold from us the goods of the seat of sacrifice; may we win golden, abundant wealth.
9.72.9
आ तू न॑ इन्दो श॒तदा॒त्वश्व्यं॑ स॒हस्र॑दातु पशु॒मद्धिर॑ण्यवत् ।
उप॑ मास्व बृह॒ती रे॒वती॒रिषोऽधि॑ स्तो॒त्रस्य॑ पवमान नो गहि ॥
Come to us, O Soma, with the wealth of horses that gives a hundred gifts and with the thousand-giving herds and gold; grant us great nourishment, rich in cattle and food. O self-purifying one, come to our praise.