Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.86
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9.86.1
प्र त॑ आ॒शवः॑ पवमान धी॒जवो॒ मदा॑ अर्षन्ति रघु॒जा इ॑व॒ त्मना॑ ।
दि॒व्याः सु॑प॒र्णा मधु॑मन्त॒ इन्द॑वो म॒दिन्त॑मासः॒ परि॒ कोश॑मासते ॥
O purifying Soma, your swift, mind-quick exhilarating streams rush forth by their own power, like racing chariot horses. Heavenly winged birds, honey-laden drops, most exhilarating, they sit around the vessel.
9.86.2
प्र ते॒ मदा॑सो मदि॒रास॑ आ॒शवोऽसृ॑क्षत॒ रथ्या॑सो॒ यथा॒ पृथ॑क् ।
धे॒नुर्न व॒त्सं पय॑सा॒भि व॒ज्रिण॒मिन्द्र॒मिन्द॑वो॒ मधु॑मन्त ऊ॒र्मयः॑ ॥
Your exhilarating, intoxicating, swift streams flow forth separately, like chariot horses. As a cow with milk runs to her calf, so the honey-laden drops and waves flow toward Indra, the thunderbolt-wielder.
9.86.3
अत्यो॒ न हि॑या॒नो अ॒भि वाज॑मर्ष स्व॒र्वित्कोशं॑ दि॒वो अद्रि॑मातरम् ।
वृषा॑ प॒वित्रे॒ अधि॒ सानो॑ अ॒व्यये॒ सोमः॑ पुना॒न इ॑न्द्रि॒याय॒ धाय॑से ॥
Like a horse, O Soma, press forward for strength; flow as the strong juice, measured by stone, into the heavenly vessel that wins heaven. Purifying on the filter, on the imperishable wool-strainer, Soma is for vigor of the senses and for nourishment.
9.86.4
प्र त॒ आश्वि॑नीः पवमान धी॒जुवो॑ दि॒व्या अ॑सृग्र॒न्पय॑सा॒ धरी॑मणि ।
प्रान्तर्ऋष॑य॒ स्थावि॑रीरसृक्षत॒ ये त्वा॑ मृ॒जन्त्यृ॑षिषाण वे॒धसः॑ ॥
Your horse-like, swift, heavenly streams, O purifying Soma, flowed forth with milk in the stream. Many seers let the steady streams flow forth from within; the wise who cleanse you, O ornament of seers, they are the learned sages.
9.86.5
विश्वा॒ धामा॑नि विश्वचक्ष॒ ऋभ्व॑सः प्र॒भोस्ते॑ स॒तः परि॑ यन्ति के॒तवः॑ ।
व्या॒न॒शिः प॑वसे सोम॒ धर्म॑भिः॒ पति॒र्विश्व॑स्य॒ भुव॑नस्य राजसि ॥
O all-seeing one, all the abodes of the Ṛbhus, and the ray-signs of your mighty lord, the existent, go around. O Soma, you are purified by your laws; as lord of all, you rule over the world.
9.86.6
उ॒भ॒यतः॒ पव॑मानस्य र॒श्मयो॑ ध्रु॒वस्य॑ स॒तः परि॑ यन्ति के॒तवः॑ ।
यदी॑ प॒वित्रे॒ अधि॑ मृ॒ज्यते॒ हरिः॒ सत्ता॒ नि योना॑ क॒लशे॑षु सीदति ॥
From both sides, the rays of purifying Soma go around the steady, existent one. When you are purified on the filter, the tawny Hari sits down as charioteer in the womb, in the vessels.
9.86.7
य॒ज्ञस्य॑ के॒तुः प॑वते स्वध्व॒रः सोमो॑ दे॒वाना॒मुप॑ याति निष्कृ॒तम् ।
स॒हस्र॑धारः॒ परि॒ कोश॑मर्षति॒ वृषा॑ प॒वित्र॒मत्ये॑ति॒ रोरु॑वत् ॥
The banner of the sacrifice, Soma, is purified, lord of a fine rite; he goes purified to the gods. The thousand-streamed one runs around the vessel; the bull roaring goes across the filter.
9.86.8
राजा॑ समु॒द्रं न॒द्यो॑ वि गा॑हते अ॒पामू॒र्मिं स॑चते॒ सिन्धु॑षु श्रि॒तः ।
अध्य॑स्था॒त्सानु॒ पव॑मानो अ॒व्ययं॒ नाभा॑ पृथि॒व्या ध॒रुणो॑ म॒हो दि॒वः ॥
The king enters the ocean with the rivers; he joins the wave of the waters, settled in the rivers. The flowing, purifying Soma mounted the imperishable summit, in the navel of the earth, the great supporter of heaven.
9.86.9
दि॒वो न सानु॑ स्त॒नय॑न्नचिक्रद॒त्द्यौश्च॒ यस्य॑ पृथि॒वी च॒ धर्म॑भिः ।
इन्द्र॑स्य स॒ख्यं प॑वते वि॒वेवि॑द॒त्सोमः॑ पुना॒नः क॒लशे॑षु सीदति ॥
Like a peak of heaven he roared thundering; by whose ordinances heaven and earth move. Seeking the friendship of Indra, Soma flows, desiring to obtain it; the purifying Soma sits in the vats.
9.86.10
ज्योति॑र्य॒ज्ञस्य॑ पवते॒ मधु॑ प्रि॒यं पि॒ता दे॒वानां॑ जनि॒ता वि॒भूव॑सुः ।
दधा॑ति॒ रत्नं॑ स्व॒धयो॑रपी॒च्यं॑ म॒दिन्त॑मो मत्स॒र इ॑न्द्रि॒यो रसः॑ ॥
The light of the sacrifice, sweet and dear Soma flows; father and begetter of the gods, bestower of all wealth. He grants a treasure for the two offerings; the most exhilarating, delightful juice that stimulates Indra.
9.86.11
अ॒भि॒क्रन्द॑न्क॒लशं॑ वा॒ज्य॑र्षति॒ पति॑र्दि॒वः श॒तधा॑रो विचक्ष॒णः ।
हरि॑र्मि॒त्रस्य॒ सद॑नेषु सीदति मर्मृजा॒नोऽवि॑भिः॒ सिन्धु॑भि॒र्वृषा॑ ॥
Roaring, he runs toward the vat, swift and strong; lord of heaven, hundred-streamed, all-seeing. Soma, the tawny steed of Mitra, sits in his seats; cleansing himself, with the sheep and the rivers, as a bull.
9.86.12
अग्रे॒ सिन्धू॑नां॒ पव॑मानो अर्षति॒ अग्रे॑ वा॒चो अ॑ग्रि॒यो गोषु॑ गच्छति ।
अग्रे॒ वाज॑स्य भजते महाध॒नं स्वा॑यु॒धः सो॒तृभिः॑ पूयते॒ वृषा॑ ॥
Before the rivers Soma flows; foremost and excellent in speech, he reaches the cows. First he obtains the great wealth of booty, bearing fine weapons; the bull Soma is purified by the pressers.
9.86.13
अ॒यं म॒तवा॑ञ्च्छकु॒नो यथा॑ हि॒तो अव्ये॑ ससार॒ पव॑मान ऊ॒र्मिणा॑ ।
तव॒ क्रत्वा॒ रोद॑सी अन्त॒रा क॑वे॒ शुचि॑र्धि॒या प॑वते॒ सोम॑ इन्द्र ते ॥
This Soma, impelled like a bird, moves through the sheep's-fleece filter, flowing with its waves. O wise Indra, by your power, purified and with devotion, Soma flows for you between heaven and earth.
9.86.14
द्रा॒पिं वसा॑नो यज॒तो दि॑वि॒स्पृश॑मन्तरिक्ष॒प्रा भुव॑ने॒ष्वर्पि॑तः ।
स्व॑र्जज्ञा॒नो नभ॑सा॒भ्य॑क्रमीत्प्र॒त्नम॑स्य पि॒तर॒मा वि॑वासति ॥
Clothed in the tawny covering, worthy of worship, touching heaven, filling the mid-region, Soma is set among the worlds. Born as the heavenly light, he has risen with the cloud, seeking to reach his ancient father.
9.86.15
सो अ॑स्य वि॒शे महि॒ शर्म॑ यच्छति॒ यो अ॑स्य॒ धाम॑ प्रथ॒मं व्या॑न॒शे ।
प॒दं यद॑स्य पर॒मे व्यो॑मनि॒ अतो॒ विश्वा॑ अ॒भि सं या॑ति सं॒यतः॑ ॥
He grants great shelter to his people, he who attains his first abode. And his step is in the highest sky; therefore he goes forth together with all the assemblies.
9.86.16
प्रो अ॑यासी॒दिन्दु॒रिन्द्र॑स्य निष्कृ॒तं सखा॒ सख्यु॒र्न प्र मि॑नाति सं॒गिर॑म् ।
मर्य॑ इव युव॒तिभिः॒ सम॑र्षति॒ सोमः॑ क॒लशे॑ श॒तया॑म्ना प॒था ॥
Indra's Soma-drop has flowed forth; a friend does not harm a friend's gift or break the union. As a young man joins with young women, Soma flows together in the vessel by the path of a hundred streams.
9.86.17
प्र वो॒ धियो॑ मन्द्र॒युवो॑ विप॒न्युवः॑ पन॒स्युवः॑ सं॒वस॑नेष्वक्रमुः ।
सोमं॑ मनी॒षा अ॒भ्य॑नूषत॒ स्तुभः॑ अ॒भि धे॒नवः॒ पय॑सेमशिश्रयुः ॥
Your thoughts, seeking delight, seeking praise, have gone forth into the assemblies. Wise insights have praised Soma; the singers have approached him; the cows have come to him with their milk.
9.86.18
आ नः॑ सोम सं॒यतं॑ पि॒प्युषी॒मिष॒मिन्दो॒ पव॑स्व॒ पव॑मानो अ॒स्रिध॑म् ।
या नो॒ दोह॑ते॒ त्रिरह॒न्नस॑श्चुषी क्षु॒मद्वाज॑व॒न्मधु॑मद्सु॒वीर्य॑म् ॥
O Soma, bring us union and nourishing food; O drop, flow purifying yourself, unfailing. Grant us that unfailing food which yields milk to us three times a day, full of strength, sweetness, and good heroic vigor.
9.86.19
वृषा॑ मती॒नां प॑वते विचक्ष॒णः सोमो॒ अह्नः॑ प्रतरी॒तोषसो॑ दि॒वः ।
क्रा॒णा सिन्धू॑नां क॒लशाँ॑ अवीवश॒दिन्द्र॑स्य॒ हार्द्या॑वि॒शन्म॑नी॒षिभिः॑ ॥
Soma, showerer of thoughts, all-seeing, purifies himself, carrying the day and the dawns onward. Making the streams flow, he stirred the vessels; entering through the wise into Indra's heart, he excites him.
9.86.20
म॒नी॒षिभिः॑ पवते पू॒र्व्यः क॒विर्नृभि॑र्य॒तः परि॒ कोशाँ॑ अचिक्रदत् ।
त्रि॒तस्य॒ नाम॑ ज॒नय॒न्मधु॑ क्षर॒दिन्द्र॑स्य वा॒योः स॒ख्याय॒ कर्त॑वे ॥
By the wise Soma is purified, the ancient seer, guided by the men, roars around the vessel. Producing the name of Trita, he pours out sweetness, so as to make friendship with Indra and Vāyu.
9.86.21
अ॒यं पु॑ना॒न उ॒षसो॒ वि रो॑चयद॒यं सिन्धु॑भ्यो अभवदुलोक॒कृत् ।
अ॒यं त्रिः स॒प्त दु॑दुहा॒न आ॒शिरं॒ सोमो॑ हृ॒दे प॑वते॒ चारु॑ मत्स॒रः ॥
Purifying himself, he lit up the dawns; he became the maker of light for the rivers. Milking the seven thrice, Soma purifies himself for the heart—lovely, exhilarating.
9.86.22
पव॑स्व सोम दि॒व्येषु॒ धाम॑सु सृजा॒न इ॑न्दो क॒लशे॑ प॒वित्र॒ आ ।
सीद॒न्निन्द्र॑स्य ज॒ठरे॒ कनि॑क्रद॒न्नृभि॑र्य॒तः सूर्य॒मारो॑हयो दि॒वि ॥
Purify yourself in the divine seats, O Soma; O Indu, set in motion in the vessel and the filter, rise up. Seated in Indra's belly, guided by men, roaring, you raised the sun up into heaven.
9.86.23
अद्रि॑भिः सु॒तः प॑वसे प॒वित्र॒ आँ इन्द॒विन्द्र॑स्य ज॒ठरे॑ष्वावि॒शन् ।
त्वं नृ॒चक्षा॑ अभवो विचक्षण॒ सोम॑ गो॒त्रमङ्गि॑रोभ्योऽवृणो॒रप॑ ॥
Pressed with stones, you flow pure through the filter, O Indu, entering into Indra's belly. You became the seer of men; O all-seeing Soma, you opened the cow-pen for the Aṅgirases.
9.86.24
त्वां सो॑म॒ पव॑मानं स्वा॒ध्योऽनु॒ विप्रा॑सो अमदन्नव॒स्यवः॑ ।
त्वां सु॑प॒र्ण आभ॑रद्दि॒वस्परीन्दो॒ विश्वा॑भिर्म॒तिभिः॒ परि॑ष्कृतम् ॥
You, O Soma, purifying, the wise seers and the singers desiring help rejoiced. O Indu, the eagle brought you down from heaven; adorned with all thoughts, you were made ready.
9.86.25
अव्ये॑ पुना॒नं परि॒ वार॑ ऊ॒र्मिणा॒ हरिं॑ नवन्ते अ॒भि स॒प्त धे॒नवः॑ ।
अ॒पामु॒पस्थे॒ अध्या॒यवः॑ क॒विमृ॒तस्य॒ योना॑ महि॒षा अ॑हेषत ॥
Purified in the fleece, with the wave, seven cows call around the tawny Soma. In the lap of the waters, in the womb of cosmic order, the mighty ones set the seer in motion.
9.86.26
इन्दुः॑ पुना॒नो अति॑ गाहते॒ मृधो॒ विश्वा॑नि कृ॒ण्वन्त्सु॒पथा॑नि॒ यज्य॑वे ।
गाः कृ॑ण्वा॒नो नि॒र्णिजं॑ हर्य॒तः क॒विरत्यो॒ न क्रीळ॒न्परि॒ वार॑मर्षति ॥
Indu Soma, purifying, plunges through all the paths, making them easy for the sacrificer. Making the purifying bath for the cows, roused like the seer, playing like a horse, he rushes around the filter-vessel and flows on.
9.86.27
अ॒स॒श्चतः॑ श॒तधा॑रा अभि॒श्रियो॒ हरिं॑ नव॒न्तेऽव॒ ता उ॑द॒न्युवः॑ ।
क्षिपो॑ मृजन्ति॒ परि॒ गोभि॒रावृ॑तं तृ॒तीये॑ पृ॒ष्ठे अधि॑ रोच॒ने दि॒वः ॥
Unobstructed, hundred-streamed, radiant, they praise that tawny Soma; the moist drops run down. Enclosed with the cows, they cleanse him all around, upon the third back, in the brilliance of heaven.
9.86.28
तवे॒माः प्र॒जा दि॒व्यस्य॒ रेत॑स॒स्त्वं विश्व॑स्य॒ भुव॑नस्य राजसि ।
अथे॒दं विश्वं॑ पवमान ते॒ वशे॒ त्वमि॑न्दो प्रथ॒मो धा॑म॒धा अ॑सि ॥
These creatures are yours, of the heavenly seed; you rule over the whole world of beings. Then, O purifier, all this is in your power; O Indu, you are the first establisher of the abodes.
9.86.29
त्वं स॑मु॒द्रो अ॑सि विश्व॒वित्क॑वे॒ तवे॒माः पञ्च॑ प्र॒दिशो॒ विध॑र्मणि ।
त्वं द्यां च॑ पृथि॒वीं चाति॑ जभ्रिषे॒ तव॒ ज्योतीं॑षि पवमान॒ सूर्यः॑ ॥
You are the ocean, all-knowing, O seer; these five regions are yours in the cosmic order. You have surpassed heaven and earth; your lights are the sun, O purifier.
9.86.30
त्वं प॒वित्रे॒ रज॑सो॒ विध॑र्मणि दे॒वेभ्यः॑ सोम पवमान पूयसे ।
त्वामु॒शिजः॑ प्रथ॒मा अ॑गृभ्णत॒ तुभ्ये॒मा विश्वा॒ भुव॑नानि येमिरे ॥
You are purified in the filter, in the order of the realm of space, for the gods, O Soma, O purifier. First the Uśij singers took hold of you; for you all these worlds have held fast.
9.86.31
प्र रे॒भ ए॒त्यति॒ वार॑म॒व्ययं॒ वृषा॒ वने॒ष्वव॑ चक्रद॒द्धरिः॑ ।
सं धी॒तयो॑ वावशा॒ना अ॑नूषत॒ शिशुं॑ रिहन्ति म॒तयः॒ पनि॑प्नतं ॥
Soma, roaring like a bull, runs through the forests beyond the unending course, bellowing down as the tawny one. Eager thoughts together praise him, calling to the purifier as cows lick their calf.
9.86.32
स सूर्य॑स्य र॒श्मिभिः॒ परि॑ व्यत॒ तन्तुं॑ तन्वा॒नस्त्रि॒वृतं॒ यथा॑ वि॒दे ।
नय॑न्नृ॒तस्य॑ प्र॒शिषो॒ नवी॑यसीः॒ पति॒र्जनी॑ना॒मुप॑ याति निष्कृ॒तम् ॥
With the rays of the sun he weaves the thread, as a weaver who knows the threefold cord. Leading the new paths of the cosmic order, the lord of the peoples, purified, comes near.
9.86.33
राजा॒ सिन्धू॑नां पवते॒ पति॑र्दि॒व ऋ॒तस्य॑ याति प॒थिभिः॒ कनि॑क्रदत् ।
स॒हस्र॑धारः॒ परि॑ षिच्यते॒ हरिः॑ पुना॒नो वाचं॑ ज॒नय॒न्नुपा॑वसुः ॥
The king of rivers flows, lord of heaven, roaring along the paths of the cosmic order. The tawny one of a thousand streams is poured around; purified, generating speech, the wealthy one draws near.
9.86.34
पव॑मान॒ मह्यर्णो॒ वि धा॑वसि॒ सूरो॒ न चि॒त्रो अव्य॑यानि॒ पव्य॑या ।
गभ॑स्तिपूतो॒ नृभि॒रद्रि॑भिः सु॒तो म॒हे वाजा॑य॒ धन्या॑य धन्वसि ॥
O purifier, you rush through the great flood, shining like the sun, through the unfenced and the fenced streams. Purified by the rays, pressed by men with the stones, you flow for great strength, for wealth and riches.
9.86.35
इष॒मूर्जं॑ पवमाना॒भ्य॑र्षसि श्ये॒नो न वंसु॑ क॒लशे॑षु सीदसि ।
इन्द्रा॑य॒ मद्वा॒ मद्यो॒ मदः॑ सु॒तो दि॒वो वि॑ष्ट॒म्भ उ॑प॒मो वि॑चक्ष॒णः ॥
O purifier, you rush toward food and strength; you sit in the vessels like a hawk. The exhilarating, exhilaration for Indra, pressed, is the support of heaven, the all-seeing guide.
9.86.36
स॒प्त स्वसा॑रो अ॒भि मा॒तरः॒ शिशुं॒ नवं॑ जज्ञा॒नं जेन्यं॑ विप॒श्चित॑म् ।
अ॒पां ग॑न्ध॒र्वं दि॒व्यं नृ॒चक्ष॑सं॒ सोमं॒ विश्व॑स्य॒ भुव॑नस्य रा॒जसे॑ ॥
Seven sisters, mothers, turn toward the child newly born, the one to be born, the wise one. The divine Gandharva of the waters, Soma who sees men, to rule over the whole world.
9.86.37
ई॒शा॒न इ॒मा भुव॑नानि॒ वीय॑से युजा॒न इ॑न्दो ह॒रितः॑ सुप॒र्ण्यः॑ ।
तास्ते॑ क्षरन्तु॒ मधु॑मद्घृ॒तं पय॒स्तव॑ व्र॒ते सो॑म तिष्ठन्तु कृ॒ष्टयः॑ ॥
O Indu, you are lord of these worlds, driving on your yoked green winged steeds. May those streams of yours flow with honeyed ghee and milk; O Soma, may the people stand firm in your ordinance.
9.86.38
त्वं नृ॒चक्षा॑ असि सोम वि॒श्वतः॒ पव॑मान वृषभ॒ ता वि धा॑वसि ।
स नः॑ पवस्व॒ वसु॑म॒द्धिर॑ण्यवद्व॒यं स्या॑म॒ भुव॑नेषु जी॒वसे॑ ॥
You are the all-seeing watcher of men, O Soma, looking on every side. O purifying bull, you run through those places. Purify us, making us rich in wealth and gold, that we may stand in these worlds for life.
9.86.39
गो॒वित्प॑वस्व वसु॒विद्धि॑रण्य॒विद्रे॑तो॒धा इ॑न्दो॒ भुव॑ने॒ष्वर्पि॑तः ।
त्वं सु॒वीरो॑ असि सोम विश्व॒वित्तं त्वा॒ विप्रा॒ उप॑ गि॒रेम आ॑सते ॥
Bringer of cows, wealth and gold, flow purified; O Indu, you establish seed in the worlds. O Soma, you are rich in fine heroes and all-knowing; to you the wise poets draw near with song.
9.86.40
उन्मध्व॑ ऊ॒र्मिर्व॒नना॑ अतिष्ठिपद॒पो वसा॑नो महि॒षो वि गा॑हते ।
राजा॑ प॒वित्र॑रथो॒ वाज॒मारु॑हत्स॒हस्र॑भृष्टिर्जयति॒ श्रवो॑ बृ॒हत् ॥
The wave of sweetness rises up and makes the forests stand; clothed in waters, the buffalo-like Soma plunges into them. The king whose chariot is the filter mounts the prize; the thousand-showered one conquers great renown.
9.86.41
स भ॒न्दना॒ उदि॑यर्ति प्र॒जाव॑तीर्वि॒श्वायु॒र्विश्वाः॑ सु॒भरा॒ अह॑र्दिवि ।
ब्रह्म॑ प्र॒जाव॑द्र॒यिमश्व॑पस्त्यं पी॒त इ॑न्द॒विन्द्र॑म॒स्मभ्यं॑ याचतात् ॥
He sends up the glorious bhandana-hymns, rich in offspring, all-life-giving and well-blessed, into the heaven of day. Drunk, O Indu, ask Indra for us for a prayer rich in offspring and for wealth with horses.
9.86.42
सो अग्रे॒ अह्नां॒ हरि॑र्हर्य॒तो मदः॒ प्र चेत॑सा चेतयते॒ अनु॒ द्युभिः॑ ।
द्वा जना॑ या॒तय॑न्न॒न्तरी॑यते॒ नरा॑ च॒ शंसं॒ दैव्यं॑ च ध॒र्तरि॑ ॥
At the beginning of days he appears green, an exhilarating intoxicant, revealing himself by his mind and shining according to the days. Extending the two peoples, he moves between them, bearing the praise of men and the divine song in the sacrifice.
9.86.43
अ॒ञ्जते॒ व्य॑ञ्जते॒ सम॑ञ्जते॒ क्रतुं॑ रिहन्ति॒ मधु॑ना॒भ्य॑ञ्जते ।
सिन्धो॑रुच्छ्वा॒से प॒तय॑न्तमु॒क्षणं॑ हिरण्यपा॒वाः प॒शुमा॑सु गृभ्णते ॥
They anoint, they adorn; they anoint the purpose and lick it with honey. In the surge of the river they seize the flying bull, among these golden-purifiers take hold of his cow.
9.86.44
वि॒प॒श्चिते॒ पव॑मानाय गायत म॒ही न धारात्यन्धो॑ अर्षति ।
अहि॒र्न जू॒र्णामति॑ सर्पति॒ त्वच॒मत्यो॒ न क्रीळ॑न्नसर॒द्वृषा॒ हरिः॑ ॥
Sing to that wise, purifying Soma. Like a great stream the juice flows on; like a serpent gliding over its old skin, he slides over the hide, and like a racing horse at play the bull Hari ran.
9.86.45
अ॒ग्रे॒गो राजाप्य॑स्तविष्यते वि॒मानो॒ अह्नां॒ भुव॑ने॒ष्वर्पि॑तः ।
हरि॑र्घृ॒तस्नुः॑ सु॒दृशी॑को अर्ण॒वो ज्यो॒तीर॑थः पवते रा॒य ओ॒क्यः॑ ॥
The foremost king, lord of the waters, eager, measurer of the days, set in all worlds: that Hari, drenched in ghee, clear-eyed, an ocean whose chariot is light, flows and purifies for wealth; he is the dwelling.
9.86.46
अस॑र्जि स्क॒म्भो दि॒व उद्य॑तो॒ मदः॒ परि॑ त्रि॒धातु॒र्भुव॑नान्यर्षति ।
अं॒शुं रि॑हन्ति म॒तयः॒ पनि॑प्नतं गि॒रा यदि॑ नि॒र्णिज॑मृ॒ग्मिणो॑ य॒युः ॥
The intoxicating pillar risen from heaven is poured forth; the threefold sustainer pervades all worlds. The thoughts lick that purified drop, when the singers of the verses went with song to the place of cleansing.
9.86.47
प्र ते॒ धारा॒ अत्यण्वा॑नि मे॒ष्यः॑ पुना॒नस्य॑ सं॒यतो॑ यन्ति॒ रंह॑यः ।
यद्गोभि॑रिन्दो च॒म्वोः॑ सम॒ज्यस॒ आ सु॑वा॒नः सो॑म क॒लशे॑षु सीदसि ॥
Your streams go forth through the fleece of the ewe; the converging flows of the purifier run. When, O Indu, you are anointed with cows' milk in the two bowls, O Soma, pressed out, you sit in the vats.
9.86.48
पव॑स्व सोम क्रतु॒विन्न॑ उ॒क्थ्योऽव्यो॒ वारे॒ परि॑ धाव॒ मधु॑ प्रि॒यम् ।
ज॒हि विश्वा॑न्र॒क्षस॑ इन्दो अ॒त्रिणो॑ बृ॒हद्व॑देम वि॒दथे॑ सु॒वीराः॑ ॥
Flow and purify yourself, O Soma; you are wise and praiseworthy. Run around the sheep's sieve with dear honey. O Indu, slay all the malevolent demons who are not devout; then may we speak great words in the contest, blessed with good sons.