आ दक्षिणा सृज्यते शुष्म्यासदं वेति द्रुहो रक्षसः पाति जागृविः । हरिरोपशं कृणुते नभस्पय उपस्तिरे चम्वोर्ब्रह्म निर्णिजे
He is released to the right, powerful, taking his seat; the ever-watchful one, he drives away the hostile and the demon. He makes the tawny rope, he seeks the sky, he spreads out the sacred grass for the pressing priest’s chant.
प्र कृष्टिहेव शूष एति रोरुवदसुर्यं वर्णं नि रिणीते अस्य तम् । जहाति वव्रिं पितुरेति निष्कृतमुपप्रुतं कृणुते निर्णिजं तना
He rushes forth like a champion, roaring loudly; he removes the darkness from his appearance. He leaves his covering, goes to his father’s dwelling, and makes the sacred place manifest with his body.
अद्रिभिः सुतः पवते गभस्त्योर्वृषायते नभसा वेपते मती । स मोदते नसते साधते गिरा नेनिक्ते अप्सु यजते परीमणि
Pressed by the stones, he is purified in the hands, he grows strong, he trembles in the sky with the chant. He rejoices, he sits, he prospers with the hymn; he is adorned in the waters, he is worshipped in the expanse.
परि द्युक्षं सहसः पर्वतावृधं मध्वः सिञ्चन्ति हर्म्यस्य सक्षणिम् । आ यस्मिन्गावः सुहुताद ऊधनि मूर्धञ्छ्रीणन्त्यग्रियं वरीमभिः
Around the shining one, mighty, mountain-nourished, they pour the honey at the house’s pillar. In him, the cows, well-invoked, at the udder, press the foremost head with their paths.
समी रथं न भुरिजोरहेषत दश स्वसारो अदितेरुपस्थ आ । जिगादुप ज्रयति गोरपीच्यं पदं यदस्य मतुथा अजीजनन्
Together, like a chariot, the ten sisters hasten, at Aditi’s lap. He advances, he seeks the hidden track of the cow, the path which they, with skill, have created for him.
श्येनो न योनिं सदनं धिया कृतं हिरण्ययमासदं देव एषति । ए रिणन्ति बर्हिषि प्रियं गिराश्वो न देवाँ अप्येति यज्ञियः
Like an eagle, he seeks the nest, the seat made by thought, the golden seat where the god sits. There, with the hymn, they seek the beloved on the sacred grass; like a horse, the worshipful one approaches the gods.
परा व्यक्तो अरुषो दिवः कविर्वृषा त्रिपृष्ठो अनविष्ट गा अभि । सहस्रणीतिर्यतिः परायती रेभो न पूर्वीरुषसो वि राजति
The bright one, manifest, red, seer of the sky, strong, three-backed, has reached the cows. The thousand-streamed, far-going, resounds; like the ancient dawns, he shines forth widely.
त्वेषं रूपं कृणुते वर्णो अस्य स यत्राशयत्समृता सेधति स्रिधः । अप्सा याति स्वधया दैव्यं जनं सं सुष्टुती नसते सं गोअग्रया
He makes a fierce form, his color is bright; where he rests, he breaks through the barriers. He goes to the waters by his own power, to the divine people; with praise he rejoices, with the foremost of cows.
उक्षेव यूथा परियन्नरावीदधि त्विषीरधित सूर्यस्य । दिव्यः सुपर्णोऽव चक्षत क्षां सोमः परि क्रतुना पश्यते जाः
Like a bull circling his herds, he moves loudly, shining, following the path of the sun. The divine eagle looks down upon the earth; Soma, with wisdom, beholds the races.
हरिं मृजन्त्यरुषो न युज्यते सं धेनुभिः कलशे सोमो अज्यते । उद्वाचमीरयति हिन्वते मती पुरुष्टुतस्य कति चित्परिप्रियः
They cleanse the tawny one, he is yoked like a red horse; Soma is mixed in the vessel with the cows. He sends forth speech, they stir the chant; of the much-praised, how many are truly dear?
साकं वदन्ति बहवो मनीषिण इन्द्रस्य सोमं जठरे यदादुहुः । यदी मृजन्ति सुगभस्तयो नरः सनीळाभिर्दशभिः काम्यं मधु
Together many wise ones speak, when they have poured Soma into Indra’s belly. When the men cleanse the sweet, desirable honey with ten hands, with easy grasp.
अरममाणो अत्येति गा अभि सूर्यस्य प्रियं दुहितुस्तिरो रवम् । अन्वस्मै जोषमभरद्विनंगृसः सं द्वयीभिः स्वसृभिः क्षेति जामिभिः
Unwearied, he passes among the cows, beyond the beloved sound of the sun’s daughter. The singers bring him favor, the wise one; he dwells together with his two sisters and his kin.
नृधूतो अद्रिषुतो बर्हिषि प्रियः पतिर्गवां प्रदिव इन्दुरृत्वियः । पुरंधिवान्मनुषो यज्ञसाधनः शुचिर्धिया पवते सोम इन्द्र ते
Stirred by men, pressed by stones, beloved on the sacred grass, the lord of cows, the priestly drop from heaven, Soma, pure by thought, is purified for you, O Indra, accomplishing the sacrifice for men.
नृबाहुभ्यां चोदितो धारया सुतोऽनुष्वधं पवते सोम इन्द्र ते । आप्राः क्रतून्समजैरध्वरे मतीर्वेर्न द्रुषच्चम्वोरासदद्धरिः
Urged by men’s arms, pressed with the filter, Soma is purified for you, O Indra, in due order. He fills the powers, the thoughts, at the sacrifice; the tawny one, seated on the sacred grass, drives away the foe.
अंशुं दुहन्ति स्तनयन्तमक्षितं कविं कवयोऽपसो मनीषिणः । समी गावो मतयो यन्ति संयत ऋतस्य योना सदने पुनर्भुवः
The wise ones milk the inexhaustible, thundering drop, the sage, with their skill. Together the cows, the thoughts, come united, returning to the womb, the seat of truth.
नाभा पृथिव्या धरुणो महो दिवोऽपामूर्मौ सिन्धुष्वन्तरुक्षितः । इन्द्रस्य वज्रो वृषभो विभूवसुः सोमो हृदे पवते चारु मत्सरः
At the navel of earth, at the support of the great sky, in the waters, in the ocean, he is set. Indra’s thunderbolt, the bull, the widely shining, Soma, is purified in the heart as a lovely delight.
स तू पवस्व परि पार्थिवं रज स्तोत्रे शिक्षन्नाधून्वते च सुक्रतो । मा नो निर्भाग्वसुनः सादनस्पृशो रयिं पिशङ्गं बहुलं वसीमहि
So purify yourself, encompassing the earthly realm, seeking praise, O skillful one, for the one who stirs you. Let not those without share, those who touch the seat, deprive us of wealth—may we possess abundant, tawny riches.
आ तू न इन्दो शतदात्वश्व्यं सहस्रदातु पशुमद्धिरण्यवत् । उप मास्व बृहती रेवतीरिषोऽधि स्तोत्रस्य पवमान नो गहि
Come to us, O Indu, with gifts of a hundred horses, with gifts of a thousand, with cattle and gold. Approach, O mighty and radiant one, with abundant riches; O purified one, come and settle upon our hymn.
स्रक्वे द्रप्सस्य धमतः समस्वरन्नृतस्य योना समरन्त नाभयः । त्रीन्स मूर्ध्नो असुरश्चक्र आरभे सत्यस्य नावः सुकृतमपीपरन्
From the garlanded drop, as it is pressed, the centers resound, emerging from the womb of truth, from the navel. The Asura made three heads at the beginning; the vessels of truth, skillfully made, they have filled.
सम्यक्सम्यञ्चो महिषा अहेषत सिन्धोरूर्मावधि वेना अवीविपन् । मधोर्धाराभिर्जनयन्तो अर्कमित्प्रियामिन्द्रस्य तन्वमवीवृधन्
The mighty ones, moving rightly, have stirred; the waves of the river have spread forth, the seer has flowed out. By streams of honey, they generate the hymn, and have increased the beloved form of Indra.
पवित्रवन्तः परि वाचमासते पितैषां प्रत्नो अभि रक्षति व्रतम् । महः समुद्रं वरुणस्तिरो दधे धीरा इच्छेकुर्धरुणेष्वारभम्
Those with filters surround the speech; the ancient one of their fathers guards the vow. Varuṇa has placed the great ocean beyond; the wise have sought the foundation at the beginning.
सहस्रधारेऽव ते समस्वरन्दिवो नाके मधुजिह्वा असश्चतः । अस्य स्पशो न नि मिषन्ति भूर्णयः पदेपदे पाशिनः सन्ति सेतवः
With a thousand streams, they resound as if in heaven; their tongues are honeyed, they move together. His rays do not cease, they are ever active; at every step, the binders are present as boundaries.
* पितुर्मातुरध्या ये समस्वरन्नृचा शोचन्तः संदहन्तो अव्रतान् । इन्द्रद्विष्टामप धमन्ति मायया त्वचमसिक्नीं भूमनो दिवस्परि
Those who resound above father and mother, shining with the hymn, burning the lawless, drive away Indra's foes by their magic; they cleanse the dark skin from the earth and sky.
प्रत्नान्मानादध्या ये समस्वरञ्छ्लोकयन्त्रासो रभसस्य मन्तवः । अपानक्षासो बधिरा अहासत ऋतस्य पन्थां न तरन्ति दुष्कृतः
Those who resound from ancient measure, with the hymn's device, are the thoughts of the eager. The deaf and dumb do not speak; they do not cross the path of truth, the evildoers.
सहस्रधारे वितते पवित्र आ वाचं पुनन्ति कवयो मनीषिणः । रुद्रास एषामिषिरासो अद्रुह स्पशः स्वञ्चः सुदृशो नृचक्षसः
With a thousand streams, spread through the filter, the poets purify speech, wise in mind. These are Rudras, powerful, uninjured, rays, self-purifying, well-seen by men.
ऋतस्य गोपा न दभाय सुक्रतुस्त्री ष पवित्रा हृद्यन्तरा दधे । विद्वान्स विश्वा भुवनाभि पश्यत्यवाजुष्टान्विध्यति कर्ते अव्रतान्
The guardian of truth, not to be harmed, the well-doer, has placed three filters within the heart. Knowing, he sees all worlds; he strikes down the unworthy, and destroys the lawless.
ऋतस्य तन्तुर्विततः पवित्र आ जिह्वाया अग्रे वरुणस्य मायया । धीराश्चित्तत्समिनक्षन्त आशतात्रा कर्तमव पदात्यप्रभुः
The thread of truth is stretched through the filter; at the tip of the tongue, by Varuṇa's magic. The wise have recognized that, have desired it; there, the doer steps forth, not to be overcome.
शिशुर्न जातोऽव चक्रदद्वने स्वर्यद्वाज्यरुषः सिषासति । दिवो रेतसा सचते पयोवृधा तमीमहे सुमती शर्म सप्रथः
The child is born, has made a wheel for the forest; the radiant, victorious one seeks to win. He joins with the seed of heaven, nourished by milk; we seek his favor, his broad shelter and protection.
दिवो य स्कम्भो धरुणः स्वातत आपूर्णो अंशुः पर्येति विश्वतः । सेमे मही रोदसी यक्षदावृता समीचीने दाधार समिषः कविः
The pillar of heaven, the support, is stretched out; the full drop moves everywhere. The great poet has yoked the vast earth and sky, holding them together, placing them in harmony.
महि प्सरः सुकृतं सोम्यं मधूर्वी गव्यूतिरदितेरृतं यते । ईशे यो वृष्टेरित उस्रियो वृषापां नेता य इतऊतिरृग्मियः
The great stream, skillfully made, is Soma's honey; the pasture of cows, Aditi's truth, is sought. He rules the rain, the shining one, leader of bulls, the guide who is praised, the thunderer.