स प्रत्नवन्नव्यसे विश्ववार सूक्ताय पथः कृणुहि प्राचः । ये दुःषहासो वनुषा बृहन्तस्ताँस्ते अश्याम पुरुकृत्पुरुक्षो
As in ancient times, for the new, all-encompassing, make the paths straight for the hymn. Those who are hard to conquer, mighty by nature, let us overcome them, O Soma, abundant in deeds and strength.
एवा पुनानो अपः स्वर्गा अस्मभ्यं तोका तनयानि भूरि । शं नः क्षेत्रमुरु ज्योतींषि सोम ज्योङ्नः सूर्यं दृशये रिरीहि
Thus, purifying, grant us heavenly waters, abundant offspring and descendants. Bless our field, wide light, Soma; bring us the sun to see, radiant for our vision.
परि सुवानो हरिरंशुः पवित्रे रथो न सर्जि सनये हियानः । आपच्छ्लोकमिन्द्रियं पूयमानः प्रति देवाँ अजुषत प्रयोभिः
The tawny one, poured out, flows in the filter, like a chariot released, striving for gain. Purified, he attains the hymn and power; the gods have accepted him with their offerings.
अच्छा नृचक्षा असरत्पवित्रे नाम दधानः कविरस्य योनौ । सीदन्होतेव सदने चमूषूपेमग्मन्नृषयः सप्त विप्राः
He has gone to the filter, bearing the name, the seer in the womb of the poet. Sitting like a priest in the house, among the vessels, the seven wise sages have approached.
प्र सुमेधा गातुविद्विश्वदेवः सोमः पुनानः सद एति नित्यम् । भुवद्विश्वेषु काव्येषु रन्तानु जनान्यतते पञ्च धीरः
Soma, purified, wise, knower of the path, always comes to the hymn, for all the gods. He delights in all songs, the wise one stretches forth among the people, five in number.
तव त्ये सोम पवमान निण्ये विश्वे देवास्त्रय एकादशासः । दश स्वधाभिरधि सानो अव्ये मृजन्ति त्वा नद्यः सप्त यह्वीः
To you, Soma, purified, all the gods have come, three and eleven. Ten, with their own powers, on the mountain summit, the seven mighty rivers cleanse you.
तन्नु सत्यं पवमानस्यास्तु यत्र विश्वे कारवः संनसन्त । ज्योतिर्यदह्ने अकृणोदु लोकं प्रावन्मनुं दस्यवे करभीकम्
Let this truth be of the purified Soma, where all the poets unite. When light was made for the day, it created the world; Manu led the Karabhika for the Dasyu.
परि सद्मेव पशुमान्ति होता राजा न सत्यः समितीरियानः । सोमः पुनानः कलशाँ अयासीत्सीदन्मृगो न महिषो वनेषु
Like a house, the sacrificer brings forth wealth, the king, true, comes to the assembly. Soma, purified, has entered the vessels; he sits like a deer or a buffalo in the forests.
साकमुक्षो मर्जयन्त स्वसारो दश धीरस्य धीतयो धनुत्रीः । हरिः पर्यद्रवज्जाः सूर्यस्य द्रोणं ननक्षे अत्यो न वाजी
Together, the ten sisters, the thoughts of the wise, cleanse, flowing. The tawny one ran around the vessel of the sun, measuring it, like a horse eager for the prize.
सं मातृभिर्न शिशुर्वावशानो वृषा दधन्वे पुरुवारो अद्भिः । मर्यो न योषामभि निष्कृतं यन्सं गच्छते कलश उस्रियाभिः
Like a child with his mothers, he rejoices, the bull, abundant in gifts, flows with waters. Like a young man with a maiden, he goes forth, Soma, to the vessel with the cows.
उत प्र पिप्य ऊधरघ्न्याया इन्दुर्धाराभिः सचते सुमेधाः । मूर्धानं गावः पयसा चमूष्वभि श्रीणन्ति वसुभिर्न निक्तैः
And the wise Indu fills the udder of the nourishing one, joining with streams. The cows, with milk, anoint the head in the vessels, with riches, as with ointment.
स नो देवेभिः पवमान रदेन्दो रयिमश्विनं वावशानः । रथिरायतामुशती पुरंधिरस्मद्र्यगा दावने वसूनाम्
May you, purified, with the gods, O radiant Indu, bring us wealth, as the Ashvins do, rejoicing. May the generous one, the swift, the provider, bring us the riches of the gods for our enjoyment.
नू नो रयिमुप मास्व नृवन्तं पुनानो वाताप्यं विश्वश्चन्द्रम् । प्र वन्दितुरिन्दो तार्यायुः प्रातर्मक्षू धियावसुर्जगम्यात्
Now, bring us wealth, abundant in men, purified, delightful in all ways. Indu, praised, prolong our life; may the wise, swift, come to us in the morning with thought.
अधि यदस्मिन्वाजिनीव शुभ स्पर्धन्ते धियः सूर्ये न विशः । अपो वृणानः पवते कवीयन्व्रजं न पशुवर्धनाय मन्म
When, upon this, the thoughts contend, as the clans at the sun, seeking glory, the poet, choosing waters, flows, as a herd for the increase of cattle, with his hymn.
द्विता व्यूर्ण्वन्नमृतस्य धाम स्वर्विदे भुवनानि प्रथन्त । धियः पिन्वानाः स्वसरे न गाव ऋतायन्तीरभि वावश्र इन्दुम्
With twofold expansion you reveal the immortal realm; the worlds are spread out for the seeker of light. Nourishing thoughts, like cows in their pasture, approach the drop of Soma, moving in accordance with truth.
परि यत्कविः काव्या भरते शूरो न रथो भुवनानि विश्वा । देवेषु यशो मर्ताय भूषन्दक्षाय रायः पुरुभूषु नव्यः
When the inspired one brings forth his inspired works, like a hero with his chariot, he traverses all the worlds. Among the gods he brings fame, and to mortals he brings adornment, ever new in his abundance of wealth.
श्रिये जातः श्रिय आ निरियाय श्रियं वयो जरितृभ्यो दधाति । श्रियं वसाना अमृतत्वमायन्भवन्ति सत्या समिथा मितद्रौ
Born for splendor, he advances with splendor; he bestows splendid vigor upon the singers. Clothed in splendor, they attain immortality; true in their assemblies, the two friends are united.
इषमूर्जमभ्यर्षाश्वं गामुरु ज्योतिः कृणुहि मत्सि देवान् । विश्वानि हि सुषहा तानि तुभ्यं पवमान बाधसे सोम शत्रून्
Seek nourishment and strength, bring forth the horse and the cow, make wide the light, delight in the gods. For all these, O purified Soma, are easily conquered by you; you drive away all enemies.
कनिक्रन्ति हरिरा सृज्यमानः सीदन्वनस्य जठरे पुनानः । नृभिर्यतः कृणुते निर्णिजं गा अतो मतीर्जनयत स्वधाभिः
The tawny one advances, to be released, purifying himself in the belly of the wood. When he is pressed by men, he makes the path clear; from him, inspired thoughts are born by their own power.
हरिः सृजानः पथ्यामृतस्येयर्ति वाचमरितेव नावम् । देवो देवानां गुह्यानि नामाविष्कृणोति बर्हिषि प्रवाचे
The tawny one, being released, moves along the path of immortality; he raises his voice like a boat on the water. The god reveals the secret names of the gods, which I proclaim upon the sacred grass.
अपामिवेदूर्मयस्तर्तुराणाः प्र मनीषा ईरते सोममच्छ । नमस्यन्तीरुप च यन्ति सं चा च विशन्त्युशतीरुशन्तम्
The waves of the waters, surging, move towards Soma with their thoughts. Bowing down, they approach and unite, the shining ones enter the shining one.
तं मर्मृजानं महिषं न सानावंशुं दुहन्त्युक्षणं गिरिष्ठाम् । तं वावशानं मतयः सचन्ते त्रितो बिभर्ति वरुणं समुद्रे
They milk him, the purified one, like a mighty bull on the mountain, the flowing one, the bountiful one, dwelling on the heights. The thoughts cling to him as he rushes; Trita bears Varuna in the ocean.
इष्यन्वाचमुपवक्तेव होतुः पुनान इन्दो वि ष्या मनीषाम् । इन्द्रश्च यत्क्षयथः सौभगाय सुवीर्यस्य पतयः स्याम
Desiring speech, as an assistant repeats for the priest, you, purified drop, expand the understanding. When you and Indra dwell together for good fortune, may we be lords of heroic strength.
प्र सेनानीः शूरो अग्रे रथानां गव्यन्नेति हर्षते अस्य सेना । भद्रान्कृण्वन्निन्द्रहवान्सखिभ्य आ सोमो वस्त्रा रभसानि दत्ते
The leader, the hero, stands at the front of the chariots; his army rejoices in seeking cattle. Soma, invoked by Indra, makes blessings for his friends, giving them splendid garments with zeal.
समस्य हरिं हरयो मृजन्त्यश्वहयैरनिशितं नमोभिः । आ तिष्ठति रथमिन्द्रस्य सखा विद्वाँ एना सुमतिं यात्यच्छ
Together his tawny ones cleanse the tawny one with reverence, with horse-drawing powers, unwearied. He stands upon Indra's chariot as a friend, wise, he goes straight to that good favor.
स नो देव देवताते पवस्व महे सोम प्सरस इन्द्रपानः । कृण्वन्नपो वर्षयन्द्यामुतेमामुरोरा नो वरिवस्या पुनानः
You, god, purify yourself for our divine kinship, O Soma, flowing for Indra's drink, for our great abundance. Making the waters, causing the sky to rain, purify this wide expanse for our welfare.
अजीतयेऽहतये पवस्व स्वस्तये सर्वतातये बृहते । तदुशन्ति विश्व इमे सखायस्तदहं वश्मि पवमान सोम
Purify yourself for conquest, for unharmedness, for well-being, for universal protection, for greatness. All these friends praise that, and so I declare, O purified Soma.
सोमः पवते जनिता मतीनां जनिता दिवो जनिता पृथिव्याः । जनिताग्नेर्जनिता सूर्यस्य जनितेन्द्रस्य जनितोत विष्णोः
Soma is purified, the generator of thoughts, the generator of heaven, the generator of earth, the generator of Agni, the generator of the sun, the generator of Indra, and also the generator of Vishnu.
ब्रह्मा देवानां पदवीः कवीनामृषिर्विप्राणां महिषो मृगाणाम् । श्येनो गृध्राणां स्वधितिर्वनानां सोमः पवित्रमत्येति रेभन्
The priest among the gods, the path of the sages, the seer among the inspired, the bull among beasts, the eagle among vultures, the sustainer among forests—Soma, roaring, surpasses the filter.
प्रावीविपद्वाच ऊर्मिं न सिन्धुर्गिरः सोमः पवमानो मनीषाः । अन्तः पश्यन्वृजनेमावराण्या तिष्ठति वृषभो गोषु जानन्
He has spread forth his speech, like a wave of the river; Soma, purified, his thoughts are like songs. Seeing within, he distinguishes the lower and the higher; the bull stands among the cows, knowing.