Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.85
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9.85.1
इन्द्रा॑य सोम॒ सुषु॑तः॒ परि॑ स्र॒वापामी॑वा भवतु॒ रक्ष॑सा स॒ह ।
मा ते॒ रस॑स्य मत्सत द्वया॒विनो॒ द्रवि॑णस्वन्त इ॒ह स॒न्त्विन्द॑वः ॥
For Indra, O well-pressed Soma, flow around; let disease be driven off along with the demons. May the double-minded wealthy not rejoice in your juice; let these drops of Soma remain here.
9.85.2
अ॒स्मान्त्स॑म॒र्ये प॑वमान चोदय॒ दक्षो॑ दे॒वाना॒मसि॒ हि प्रि॒यो मदः॑ ।
ज॒हि शत्रूँ॑र॒भ्या भ॑न्दनाय॒तः पिबे॑न्द्र॒ सोम॒मव॑ नो॒ मृधो॑ जहि ॥
Impel us in the battle, O purifying one; you are the strength of the gods, dear and exhilarating. Strike down the enemies who attack us; O Indra, drink the Soma and strike down our foes.
9.85.3
अद॑ब्ध इन्दो पवसे म॒दिन्त॑म आ॒त्मेन्द्र॑स्य भवसि धा॒सिरु॑त्त॒मः ।
अ॒भि स्व॑रन्ति ब॒हवो॑ मनी॒षिणो॒ राजा॑नम॒स्य भुव॑नस्य निंसते ॥
Undefiled, O Soma, you flow; most exhilarating, you become the self and the supreme support of Indra. Many thoughtful ones sound forth around you; they praise the king of this world.
9.85.4
स॒हस्र॑णीथः श॒तधा॑रो॒ अद्भु॑त॒ इन्द्रा॒येन्दुः॑ पवते॒ काम्यं॒ मधु॑ ।
जय॒न्क्षेत्र॑म॒भ्य॑र्षा॒ जय॑न्न॒प उ॒रुं नो॑ गा॒तुं कृ॑णु सोम मीढ्वः ॥
Of a thousand paths and a hundred streams, the wondrous Soma flows as the desired sweet drink for Indra. Conquering the field, conquering the waters, rush over it; O Soma, O bountiful one, make for us a wide path.
9.85.5
कनि॑क्रदत्क॒लशे॒ गोभि॑रज्यसे॒ व्य॑व्ययं॑ स॒मया॒ वार॑मर्षसि ।
म॒र्मृ॒ज्यमा॑नो॒ अत्यो॒ न सा॑न॒सिरिन्द्र॑स्य सोम ज॒ठरे॒ सम॑क्षरः ॥
Roaring in the vessel, you are anointed with the cows' milk; you cross the unbroken course evenly. Being cleansed, you run swift like a racehorse; O Soma, you pour yourself together into the belly of Indra.
9.85.6
स्वा॒दुः प॑वस्व दि॒व्याय॒ जन्म॑ने स्वा॒दुरिन्द्रा॑य सु॒हवी॑तुनाम्ने ।
स्वा॒दुर्मि॒त्राय॒ वरु॑णाय वा॒यवे॒ बृह॒स्पत॑ये॒ मधु॑माँ॒ अदा॑भ्यः ॥
Sweet one, flow for the heavenly birth; sweet one, flow for Indra, whose name is well invoked. Sweet one, flow for Mitra, for Varuna, for Vayu, for Brihaspati; rich in sweetness, unharmed Soma.
9.85.7
अत्यं॑ मृजन्ति क॒लशे॒ दश॒ क्षिपः॒ प्र विप्रा॑णां म॒तयो॒ वाच॑ ईरते ।
पव॑माना अ॒भ्य॑र्षन्ति सुष्टु॒तिमेन्द्रं॑ विशन्ति मदि॒रास॒ इन्द॑वः ॥
Ten fingers cleanse Soma in the vat; the thoughts and words of the inspired poets press forward. Flowing and purifying, the Soma drops rush toward good praise, and the exhilarating drops enter Indra.
9.85.8
पव॑मानो अ॒भ्य॑र्षा सु॒वीर्य॑मु॒र्वीं गव्यू॑तिं॒ महि॒ शर्म॑ स॒प्रथः॑ ।
माकि॑र्नो अ॒स्य परि॑षूतिरीश॒तेन्दो॒ जये॑म॒ त्वया॒ धनं॑धनम् ॥
Flow onward, purifying Soma; give us heroic strength, wide pasture, and great, far-spreading shelter. May the protection of this Soma never rule over us; O Soma, through you may we conquer wealth after wealth.
9.85.9
अधि॒ द्याम॑स्थाद्वृष॒भो वि॑चक्ष॒णो अरू॑रुच॒द्वि दि॒वो रो॑च॒ना क॒विः ।
राजा॑ प॒वित्र॒मत्ये॑ति॒ रोरु॑वद्दि॒वः पी॒यूषं॑ दुहते नृ॒चक्ष॑सः ॥
The bull, the all-seeing poet Soma stood upon heaven and made the lights of heaven shine forth. King Soma goes roaring over the purifying filter; the all-seeing men milk the immortal drink from heaven.
9.85.10
दि॒वो नाके॒ मधु॑जिह्वा अस॒श्चतः॑ वे॒ना दु॑हन्त्यु॒क्षणं॑ गिरि॒ष्ठाम् ।
अ॒प्सु द्र॒प्सं वा॑वृधा॒नं स॑मु॒द्र~आ सिन्धो॑रू॒र्मा मधु॑मन्तं प॒वित्र॒ आ ॥
In the vault of heaven, the honey-tongued, unceasing, inspired sages milk the mountain-dwelling bull. The drop growing in the waters they bring into the ocean, upon the wave of the Sindhu, into the honeyed purifying filter.
9.85.11
नाके॑ सुप॒र्णमु॑पपप्ति॒वांसं॒ गिरो॑ वे॒नाना॑मकृपन्त पू॒र्वीः ।
शिशुं॑ रिहन्ति म॒तयः॒ पनि॑प्नतं हिर॒ण्ययं॑ शकु॒नं क्षाम॑णि॒ स्थाम् ॥
In heaven the winged eagle flew up and reached it; the songs of the inspired sages long yearned for him. The inspired thoughts lick the child who is pressed and purified, the golden bird seated in its heavenly abode.
9.85.12
ऊ॒र्ध्वो ग॑न्ध॒र्वो अधि॒ नाके॑ अस्था॒द्विश्वा॑ रू॒पा प्र॑ति॒चक्षा॑णो अस्य ।
भा॒नुः शु॒क्रेण॑ शो॒चिषा॒ व्य॑द्यौ॒त्प्रारू॑रुच॒द्रोद॑सी मा॒तरा॒ शुचिः॑ ॥
The exalted Gandharva stood upon heaven, looking upon all the forms of this one. The light shone forth with bright flame; the pure Soma made the two worlds, the two mothers, shine forth.