Sama Veda

अ समिन्द्रेणोत वायुना सुत एति पवित्र आ च् सं सूर्यस्य रश्मिभिः

With Indra and also with Vāyu, the pressed Soma proceeds through the filter, united with the rays of the sun.

अ स नो भगाय वायवे पूष्णे पवस्व मधुमान् च् चारुर्मित्रे वरुणे च

Flow for our blessing, for Vāyu, for Pūṣan, sweet and lovely, for Mitra and Varuṇa as well.

अ रेवतीर्नः सधमाद इन्द्रे सन्तु तुविवाजाः च् क्षुमन्तो याभिर्मदेम

May our gatherings with Indra be rich in wealth, abundant, and nourishing, by which we may rejoice.

अ आ घ त्वावां त्मना युक्तः स्तोतृभ्यो धृष्णवीयानः च् ऋणोरक्षं न चक्र्योः

Come here, yoked by your own power, mighty one, for the singers, as a chariot wheel rolls swiftly.

अ आ यद्दुवः शतक्रतवा कामं जरित्र्^ईणाम् च् ऋणोरक्षं न शचीभिः

Whenever, O hundred-powered one, you fulfill the desire of the singers, as a chariot wheel rolls with your powers.

अ सुरूपकृत्नुमूतये सुदुघामिव गोदुहे च् जुहूमसि द्यविद्यवि

For the purpose of granting good form, we offer you, as one milks a cow that gives sweet milk, O you who shine in the heavens.

अ उप नः सवना गहि सोमस्य सोमपाः पिब च् गोदा इद्रेवतो मदः

Come to our libations, O drinker of Soma, drink the Soma; the joy of the generous one is in the giving of cows.

अ अथा ते अन्तमानां विद्याम सुमतीनाम् च् मा नो अति ख्य आ गहि

Then may we know the limit of your good graces; do not go beyond us, come here.

अ उभे यदिन्द्र रोदसी आपप्राथोषा इव च् महान्तं त्वा महीनां सम्राजं चर्षणीनाम् ए देवी जनित्र्यजीजनद्भद्रा जनित्र्यजीजनत्

When you, Indra, fill both heaven and earth like the dawns, you are the great king of the mighty, the lord of peoples; the divine mother, the blessed mother, has given birth to you.

अ दीर्घं ह्यङ्कुशं यथा शक्तिं बिभर्षि मन्तुमः च् पूर्वेण मघवन्पदा वयामजो यथा यमः ए देवी जनित्र्यजीजनद्भद्रा जनित्र्यजीजनत्

Just as you bear a long goad, a weapon for guidance, O wise one, with your former step, O generous one, we would go, as Yama did; the divine mother, the blessed mother, has given birth to you.

अ अव स्म दुर्हृणायतो मर्त्तस्य तनुहि स्थिरम् च् अधस्पदं तमीं कृधि यो अस्मां अभिदासति ए देवी जनित्र्यजीजनद्भद्रा जनित्र्यजीजनत्

Remove from us the malice of the mortal, make his position low and firm, make him fall beneath us who attacks us; the divine mother, the blessed mother, has given birth to you.

अ परि स्वानो गिरिष्ठाः पवित्रे सोमो अक्षरत् च् मदेषु सर्वधा असि

The resounding Soma, pressed on the mountain, flows through the filter; in the exhilarations you are all-pervading.

अ त्वं विप्रस्त्वं कविर्मधु प्र जातमन्धसः च् मदेषु सर्वधा असि

You are the inspired one, you are the sage, sweet-born from the pressing; in the exhilarations you are all-pervading.

अ त्वे विश्वे सजोषसो देवासः पीतिमाशत च् मदेषु सर्वधा असि

In you, all the gods together have drunk the draught; in the exhilarations you are all-pervading.

अ स सुन्वे यो वसूनां यो रायामानेता य इडानाम् च् सोमो यः सुक्षितीनाम्

He is pressed who is the bringer of wealth, the leader of riches, the one of offerings, Soma who is the lord of good dwellings.

अ यस्य त इन्द्रः पिबाद्यस्य मरुतो यस्य वार्यमणा भगः च् आ येन मित्रावरुणा करामह एन्द्रमवसे महे

He, whose Soma Indra drinks, whose Maruts, whose Bhaga, the bestower of boons; by whom we may act with Mitra and Varuṇa, for great help from Indra.

अ तं वः सखायो मदाय पुनानमभि गायत च् शिशुं न हव्यैः स्वदयन्त गूर्तिभिः

Sing forth for your friend, for exhilaration, the purified one; delight him with offerings as one would a child with praises.

अ सं वत्स इव मातृभिरिन्दुर्हिन्वानो अज्यते च् देवावीर्मदो मतिभिः परिष्कृतः

Like a calf with its mothers, the drop is impelled and pressed forth; the exhilarating draught, adorned by thoughts, is made ready for the gods.

अ अयं दक्षाय साधनो ऽयं शर्धाय वीतये च् अयं देवेभ्यो मधुमत्तरः सुतः

This pressed Soma is prepared for skill, for strength, for delight; this Soma, rich in sweetness, is offered to the gods.

अ सोमाः पवन्त इन्दवो ऽस्मभ्यं गातुवित्तमाः च् मित्राः सुवाना अरेपसः स्वाध्यः स्वर्विदः

The Soma juices, the drops, are purified for us, bestowers of the path; friendly, well-pressed, flawless, self-sustaining, knowers of the light.

अ ते पूतासो विपश्चितः सोमासो दध्याशिरः च् सूरासो न दर्शतासो जिगत्नवो ध्रुवा घृते

Those purified, wise Somas, bearing the head, are like heroes, splendid to behold, victorious, steadfast in ghee.

अ सुष्वाणासो व्यद्रिभिश्चिताना गोरधि त्वचि च् इषमस्मभ्यमभितः समस्वरन्वसुविदः

Well-pressed by the stones, they flow, marked out upon the cow’s shining hide; may they bring us nourishment from all sides, finders of wealth.

अ अया पवा पवस्वैना वसूनि मांश्चत्व इन्दो सरसि प्र धन्व च् ब्रघ्नश्चिद्यस्य वातो न जूतिं पुरुमेधाश्चित्तकवे नरं धात्

By this purification, flow on, O Soma, into these riches; enter the lake, O drop, and run forth in the stream, even he whose course the wind does not hinder, whom many wise men, thoughtful, establish.

अ उत न एना पवया पवस्वाधि श्रुते श्रवाय्यस्य तीर्थे च् षष्टिं सहस्रा नैगुतो वसूनि वृक्षं न पक्वं धूनवद्रणाय

And by this purification, flow on, O Soma, to the renowned place of fame; shake out for us sixty thousand treasures, like a ripe tree, for the contest.

अ महीमे अस्य वृष नाम शूषे मांश्चत्वे वा पृशने वा वधत्रे च् अस्वापयन्निगुतः स्नेहयच्चापामित्रां अपाचितो अचेतः

Great is his bull-like name in the pressing, whether in the flesh or in the filter or in the vessel; the hidden one lulls to sleep, moistens, drives away the unfriendly, and removes the senseless.

अ अग्ने त्वं नो अन्तम उत त्राता शिवो भुवो वरूथ्यः

Agni, you are our nearest, and also our protector; may you be auspicious and a sheltering refuge.

अ वसुरग्निर्वसुश्रवा अच्छा नक्षि द्युमत्तमो रयिं दाः

Agni is the treasure, famed for wealth; come hither, most radiant, grant us abundant riches.

अ तं त्वा शोचिष्ठ दीदिवः सुम्नाय नूनमीमहे सखिभ्यः

To you, O most brilliant, shining one, we now seek favor for ourselves and our friends.

अ इमा नु कं भुवना सीषधेमेन्द्रश्च विश्वे च देवाः

May Indra and all the gods now sit here with us in these worlds.