Sāmaveda · Section 1.59
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प꣡व꣢स्व꣣ म꣡धु꣢मत्तम꣣ इ꣡न्द्रा꣢य सोम क्रतु꣣वि꣡त्त꣢मो꣣ म꣡दः꣢ ।
म꣡हि꣢ द्यु꣣क्ष꣡त꣢मो꣣ म꣡दः꣢ ॥ ५७८ ॥
Flow, O Soma, sweetest of the sweet, for Indra; your exhilaration, most knowing of purpose, your exhilaration, most abiding in brilliance, great.
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अ꣣भि꣢ द्यु꣣म्नं꣢ बृ꣣ह꣢꣫द्यश꣣ इ꣡ष꣢स्पते दिदी꣣हि꣡ दे꣢व देव꣣यु꣢म् ।
वि꣡ कोशं꣢꣯ मध्य꣣मं꣡ यु꣢व ॥ ५७९ ॥
Toward radiance of great fame, O lord of refreshment, shine, O god, desirous of gods; open the vessel that is in the middle and unite it.
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आ꣡ सो꣢ता꣣ प꣡रि꣢ षिञ्च꣣ता꣢श्वं꣣ न꣡ स्तोम꣢꣯म꣣प्तु꣡र꣢ꣳरज꣣स्तु꣡र꣢म् ।
व꣣नप्रक्ष꣡मु꣢द꣣प्रु꣡त꣢म् ॥ ५८० ॥
Press here and pour around, as for a horse, the praise that is swift, speeding through space, gliding through the forests, leaping upward.
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ए꣣त꣢मु꣣ त्यं꣡ म꣢द꣣च्यु꣡त꣢ꣳ स꣣ह꣡स्र꣢धारं वृष꣣भं꣡ दिवो꣣दु꣡ह꣢म् ।
वि꣢श्वा꣣ व꣡सू꣢नि꣣ बि꣡भ्र꣢तम् ॥ ५८१ ॥
This is he, that exhilaration-dripping one, of a thousand streams, the bull, the milker of heaven, bearing all treasures.
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स꣡ सु꣢न्वे꣣ यो꣡ वसू꣢꣯नां꣣ यो꣢ रा꣣या꣡मा꣢ने꣣ता꣡ य इडा꣢꣯नाम् ।
सो꣢मो꣣ यः꣡ सु꣢क्षिती꣣ना꣢म् ॥ ५८२ ॥
He is pressed, who is of treasures, who is the leader of wealth, who is of praises, who is Soma, who is of good dwellings.
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त्व꣢ ह्या३ऽ.ङ्ग꣡ दै꣢व्य꣣ प꣡व꣢मान꣣ ज꣡नि꣢मानि द्यु꣣म꣡त्त꣢मः ।
अ꣣मृतत्वा꣡य꣢ घो꣣ष꣡य꣢न् ॥ ५८३ ॥
You indeed, O anga, divine, flowing purified, most radiant in births, proclaiming for immortality.
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ए꣣ष꣡ स्य धार꣢꣯या सु꣣तो꣢ऽव्यो꣣ वा꣡रे꣢भिः पवते म꣣दि꣡न्त꣢मः ।
क्री꣡ड꣢न्नू꣣र्मि꣢र꣣पा꣡मि꣢व ॥ ५८४ ॥
Here is that Soma, pressed in its stream; through the woollen filter-sieves it flows, most exhilarating, playing like a wave of the waters.
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य꣢ उ꣢स्रि꣣या꣣ अ꣢पि꣣ या꣢ अ꣣न्त꣡रश्म꣢꣯नि꣣ नि꣡र्गा अकृ꣢꣯न्त꣣दो꣡ज꣢सा ।
अ꣣भि꣢ व्र꣣जं꣡ त꣢त्निषे꣣ ग꣢व्य꣣म꣡श्व्यं꣢ व꣣र्मी꣡व꣢ धृष्ण꣣वा꣡ रु꣢ज ।
ओ꣡३म् व꣣र्मी꣡व꣢ धृष्ण꣣वा꣡ रु꣢ज ॥ ५८५ ॥
You who released even the dawn-cows that were within the stone, by your might; roaring toward the cattle-pen, for the wealth of cows and horses, break it open fearlessly like armour.