Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.74
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9.74.1
शिशु॒र्न जा॒तोऽव॑ चक्रद॒द्वने॒ स्व॑र्यद्वा॒ज्य॑रु॒षः सिषा॑सति ।
दि॒वो रेत॑सा सचते पयो॒वृधा॒ तमी॑महे सुम॒ती शर्म॑ स॒प्रथः॑ ॥
Born like a child, Soma cries out in the forest when the strong, red Soma desires to win heaven. Joined to the seed of heaven, the milk-increasing one — him we implore for good favour and wide shelter.
9.74.2
दि॒वो य स्क॒म्भो ध॒रुणः॒ स्वा॑तत॒ आपू॑र्णो अं॒शुः प॒र्येति॑ वि॒श्वतः॑ ।
सेमे म॒ही रोद॑सी यक्षदा॒वृता॑ समीची॒ने दा॑धार॒ समिषः॑ क॒विः ॥
The pillar of heaven, the supporter, self-extended, filled full — that ray goes round on all sides. May he worship these great two worlds, enclosed and in harmony; and that seer holds together the nourishments as well.
9.74.3
महि॒ प्सरः॒ सुकृ॑तं सो॒म्यं मधू॒र्वी गव्यू॑ति॒रदि॑तेर्ऋ॒तं य॒ते ।
ईशे॒ यो वृ॒ष्टेरि॒त उ॒स्रियो॒ वृषा॒पां ने॒ता य इ॒तऊ॑तिर्ऋ॒ग्मियः॑ ॥
The great flow, well-made, Soma's own, sweet and wide — the path of the cows, the boundless freedom of Aditi, the cosmic order — he gives to the one who extends it. The lord of the rain, from here the bull of the waters, the leader — praised with hymns as our protector.
9.74.4
आ॒त्म॒न्वन्नभो॑ दुह्यते घृ॒तं पय॑ ऋ॒तस्य॒ नाभि॑र॒मृतं॒ वि जा॑यते ।
स॒मी॒ची॒नाः सु॒दान॑वः प्रीणन्ति॒ तं नरो॑ हि॒तमव॑ मेहन्ति॒ पेर॑वः ॥
The sky, having its own life-breath, is milked — ghee and milk. The navel of the cosmic order is born as immortality. The harmonious bountiful givers delight him; O men, they sprinkle upon that beneficent one, the nourishers and guardians.
9.74.5
अरा॑वीद॒ंशुः सच॑मान ऊ॒र्मिणा॑ देवा॒व्यं॑ मनु॑षे पिन्वति॒ त्वच॑म् ।
दधा॑ति॒ गर्भ॒मदि॑तेरु॒पस्थ॒~आ येन॑ तो॒कं च॒ तन॑यं च॒ धाम॑हे ॥
The drop of juice roars, joined to the wave; for the man he swells the skin dear to the gods. He places the embryo in the lap of Aditi, by which we may bear offspring and child.
9.74.6
स॒हस्र॑धा॒रेऽव॒ ता अ॑स॒श्चत॑स्तृ॒तीये॑ सन्तु॒ रज॑सि प्र॒जाव॑तीः ।
चत॑स्रो॒ नाभो॒ निहि॑ता अ॒वो दि॒वो ह॒विर्भ॑रन्त्य॒मृतं॑ घृत॒श्चुतः॑ ॥
In him of a thousand streams, may they be unfailing, not falling down; may they be fruitful in the third region of the air. Four navels are placed below; they bear the oblation of heaven, immortal and dripping with ghee.
9.74.7
श्वे॒तं रू॒पं कृ॑णुते॒ यत्सिषा॑सति॒ सोमो॑ मी॒ढ्वाँ असु॑रो वेद॒ भूम॑नः ।
धि॒या शमी॑ सचते॒ सेम॒भि प्र॒वद्दि॒वस्कव॑न्ध॒मव॑ दर्षदु॒द्रिण॑म् ॥
When Soma desires to take a white form, the mighty Asura knows the vastness of his greatness. By thought and by the sacred word he attains it; flowing toward heaven, may he tear open the headless cloud-trunk below.
9.74.8
अध॑ श्वे॒तं क॒लशं॒ गोभि॑र॒क्तं कार्ष्म॒न्ना वा॒ज्य॑क्रमीत्सस॒वान् ।
आ हि॑न्विरे॒ मन॑सा देव॒यन्तः॑ क॒क्षीव॑ते श॒तहि॑माय॒ गोना॑म् ॥
Then the white vessel, anointed with cows' milk, the swift Soma has entered in Kārṣman, having won. With thought the devotees who desire the gods pour him out, for Kakṣīvat and for Śatahima, to gain cows.
9.74.9
अ॒द्भिः सो॑म पपृचा॒नस्य॑ ते॒ रसोऽव्यो॒ वारं॒ वि प॑वमान धावति ।
स मृ॒ज्यमा॑नः क॒विभि॑र्मदिन्तम॒ स्वद॒स्वेन्द्रा॑य पवमान पी॒तये॑ ॥
O Soma, your juice, being cleansed with the waters, runs swiftly through the sheep's filter. O purifier, he being cleansed by the poets, O most exhilarating one, flow sweetly; O purifier, for Indra to drink.