Ṛgveda · Sūkta 9.87
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9.87.1
प्र तु द्र॑व॒ परि॒ कोशं॒ नि षी॑द॒ नृभिः॑ पुना॒नो अ॒भि वाज॑मर्ष ।
अश्वं॒ न त्वा॑ वा॒जिनं॑ म॒र्जय॒न्तोऽछा॑ ब॒र्ही र॑श॒नाभि॑र्नयन्ति ॥
O Soma, flow forth and sit around the vessel; purified by the men, run toward the strength. Like a horse, as they gladden you, the vigorous one, they lead you with reins to the sacred grass.
9.87.2
स्वा॒यु॒धः प॑वते दे॒व इन्दु॑रशस्ति॒हा वृ॒जनं॒ रक्ष॑माणः ।
पि॒ता दे॒वानां॑ जनि॒ता सु॒दक्षो॑ विष्ट॒म्भो दि॒वो ध॒रुणः॑ पृथि॒व्याः ॥
The god Soma, of good weapons, flows purifying himself, slayer of enemies, guarding the stronghold. He is the father of the gods, the begetter, the skillful one; the pillar that upholds heaven and earth.
9.87.3
ऋषि॒र्विप्रः॑ पुरए॒ता जना॑नामृ॒भुर्धीर॑ उ॒शना॒ काव्ये॑न ।
स चि॑द्विवेद॒ निहि॑तं॒ यदा॑सामपी॒च्यं॑ गुह्यं॒ नाम॒ गोना॑म् ॥
The seer, the inspired one, the leader of the peoples, Ribhu, the steadfast Uśanas with his poetry: he alone knew the hidden name placed among them—the unapproachable, secret name of the cows.
9.87.4
ए॒ष स्य ते॒ मधु॑माँ इन्द्र॒ सोमो॒ वृषा॒ वृष्णे॒ परि॑ प॒वित्रे॑ अक्षाः ।
स॒ह॒स्र॒साः श॑त॒सा भू॑रि॒दावा॑ शश्वत्त॒मं ब॒र्हिरा वा॒ज्य॑स्थात् ॥
This sweet Soma of yours, O Indra, O bull, has flowed through the filter for you, the bull. Bestowing thousands and hundreds, giver of abundance, this vigorous one has settled forever on the most ancient sacred grass.
9.87.5
ए॒ते सोमा॑ अ॒भि ग॒व्या स॒हस्रा॑ म॒हे वाजा॑या॒मृता॑य॒ श्रवां॑सि ।
प॒वित्रे॑भिः॒ पव॑माना असृग्रञ्श्रव॒स्यवो॒ न पृ॑त॒नाजो॒ अत्याः॑ ॥
These Somas, for cattle a thousandfold, are praises for great strength and immortality. Purified through the filters, they have flowed like warriors seeking fame, like mares that win the contest.
9.87.6
परि॒ हि ष्मा॑ पुरुहू॒तो जना॑नां॒ विश्वास॑र॒द्भोज॑ना पू॒यमा॑नः ।
अथा भ॑र श्येनभृत॒ प्रयां॑सि र॒यिं तुञ्जा॑नो अ॒भि वाज॑मर्ष ॥
Invoked by many, purified, Soma has indeed rushed toward all the enjoyments of the people. So, O you borne by the falcon, bring abundant gifts; striving for wealth, run toward the prize.
9.87.7
ए॒ष सु॑वा॒नः परि॒ सोमः॑ प॒वित्रे॒ सर्गो॒ न सृ॒ष्टो अ॑दधाव॒दर्वा॑ ।
ति॒ग्मे शिशा॑नो महि॒षो न शृङ्गे॒ गा ग॒व्यन्न॒भि शूरो॒ न सत्वा॑ ॥
This Soma, pressed out, flowed through the filter and rushed like a released swift horse. Like a buffalo sharpening its pointed horns, like a hero seeking cows, it surged with strength.
9.87.8
ए॒षा य॑यौ पर॒माद॒न्तरद्रेः॒ कूचि॑त्स॒तीरू॒र्वे गा वि॑वेद ।
दि॒वो न वि॒द्युत्स्त॒नय॑न्त्य॒भ्रैः सोम॑स्य ते पवत इन्द्र॒ धारा॑ ॥
This stream went forth from between the highest stone, and somewhere in the wide place it found the cows. As lightning thunders with the clouds of heaven, so, O Indra, your streams of Soma flow.
9.87.9
उ॒त स्म॑ रा॒शिं परि॑ यासि॒ गोना॒मिन्द्रे॑ण सोम स॒रथं॑ पुना॒नः ।
पू॒र्वीरिषो॑ बृह॒तीर्जी॑रदानो॒ शिक्षा॑ शचीव॒स्तव॒ ता उ॑प॒ष्टुत् ॥
And you go around the heap of cows. O Soma, as companion with Indra, purifying yourself, giver of long life, O mighty one, grant us the great nourishments of old; may your service be ours.