Sama Veda

अ त्वं सोमासि धारयुर्मन्द्र ओजिष्ठो अध्वरे च् पवस्व मंहयद्रयिः

You, Soma, are the supporter, most delightful and powerful at the sacrifice; flow forth, bringing joy and wealth.

अ त्वं सुतो मदिन्तमो दधन्वान्मत्सरिन्तमः च् इन्दुः सत्राजिदस्तृतः

You, pressed, are most exhilarating, most inspiring, O Soma; the drop, victorious in all contests, protected.

अ त्वं सुष्वाणो अद्रिभिरभ्यर्ष कनिक्रदत् च् द्युमन्तं शुष्मा भर

You, well-pressed with the stones, flow forth resounding, bring radiant might.

अ पवस्व देववीतय इन्दो धाराभिरोजसा च् आ कलशं मधुमान्त्सोम नः सदः

Flow, O Soma, for the gods' enjoyment, with your streams and strength; come into the vessel, sweet Soma, our seat.

अ तव द्रप्सा उदप्रुत इन्द्रं मदाय वावृधुः च् त्वां देवासो अमृताय कं पपुः

Your shining drops, O Soma, have swelled for Indra's exhilaration; you, the gods have drunk for immortality.

अ आ नः सुतास इन्दवः पुनाना धावता रयिम् च् वृष्टिद्यावो रीत्यापः स्वर्विदः

Come to us, purified Soma drops, bring us wealth; let the rain-filled heavens and flowing waters, givers of light, approach.

अ परि त्यं हर्यतं हरिं बभ्रुं पुनन्ति वारेण च् यो देवान्विश्वां इत्परि मदेन सह गच्छति

Around that tawny, desirable steed, they purify with the filter, who, with all the gods, goes forth together with exhilaration.

अ द्विर्यं पञ्च स्वयशसं सखायो अद्रिसंहतम् च् प्रियमिन्द्रस्य काम्यं प्रस्नापयन्त ऊर्मयः

Twice five waves, self-glorious, friends, pressed by the stone, pour out the beloved, desirable for Indra.

अ इन्द्राय सोम पातवे वृत्रघ्ने परि षिच्यसे च् नरे च दक्षिणावते वीराय सदनासदे

For Indra, for drinking, O Soma, slayer of Vṛtra, you are poured out; for the man with the right hand, for the hero, for the one who sits in the seat.

अ पवस्व सोम महे दक्षायाश्वो न निक्तो वाजी धनाय

Flow, O Soma, for great skill, like a yoked horse, a prize-winner for wealth.

अ प्र ते सोतारो रसं मदाय पुनन्ति सोमं महे द्युम्नाय

The pressers purify you, Soma, for exhilaration, for great glory.

अ शिशुं जज्ञानं हरिं मृजन्ति पवित्रे सोमं देवेभ्य इन्दुम्

They cleanse the newborn child, the tawny one, in the purifier—Soma, the drop, for the gods.

अ उषो षु जातमप्तुरं गोभिर्भङ्गं परिष्कृतम् च् इन्दुं देवा अयासिषुः

O Dawn, the gods have approached the newly born, the swift one, pressed with cows and adorned, the drop.

अ नो गिरो वत्सं संशिश्वरीरिव च् य इन्द्रस्य हृदंसनिः

May our songs, like cows to a calf, reach him who delights the heart of Indra.

अ अर्षा नः सोम शं गवे धुक्षस्व पिप्युषीमिषम् च् वर्धा समुद्रमुक्थ्यम्

Flow for us, Soma, for blessing and for the cow; pour forth nourishing food, and swell the ocean of praise.

अ आ घा ये अग्निमिन्धते स्तृणन्ति बर्हिरानुषक् च् येषामिन्द्रो युवा सखा

Those who kindle Agni, who spread the sacred grass in order, for whom Indra is a youthful friend—

अ बृहन्निदिध्म एषां भूरि शस्त्रं पृथुः स्वरुः च् येषामिन्द्रो युवा सखा

Great is their kindling, abundant their praise, wide their glory, for whom Indra is a youthful friend.

अ अयुद्ध इद्युधा वृतं शूर आजति सत्वभिः च् येषामिन्द्रो युवा सखा

Unconquered in battle, chosen by warriors, heroic with strength, for whom Indra is a youthful friend.

अ य एक इद्विदयते वसु मर्त्ताय दाशुषे च् ईशानो अप्रतिष्कुत इन्द्रो अङ्ग

He alone bestows wealth on the mortal who serves, Indra the lord, irresistible indeed.

अ यश्चिद्धि त्वा बहुभ्य आ सुतावां आविवासति च् उग्रं तत्पत्यते शव इन्द्रो अङ्ग

Whoever invokes you, O Indra, with many offerings, to him your fierce might truly belongs.

अ कदा मर्त्तमराधसं पदा क्षुम्पमिव स्फुरत् च् कदा नः शुश्रवद्गिर इन्द्रो अङ्ग

When will Indra, indeed, strike down the lawless mortal as one crushes a clod with the foot? When will he listen to our songs?

अ गायन्ति त्वा गायत्रिणो ऽर्चन्त्यर्कमर्किणः च् ब्रह्माणस्त्वा शतक्रत उद्वंशमिव येमिरे

The singers sing to you, the chanters praise you with hymns; the priests, O hundred-powered one, have yoked you like a horse to the post.

अ यत्सानोः सान्वारुहो भूर्यस्पष्ट कर्त्त्वम् च् तदिन्द्रो अर्थं चेतति यूथेन वृष्णिरेजति

When you ascend from peak to peak, performing many wondrous deeds, then Indra perceives the aim, the bull moves with his troop.

अ युङ्क्ष्वा हि केशिना हरी वृषणा कक्ष्यप्रा च् अथा न इन्द्र सोमपा गिरामुपश्रुतिं चर

Yoke your tawny, mighty steeds, O Indra, who bear you swiftly; then, O Soma-drinker, come to us, attend to the sound of our songs.

षष्ठ प्रथमो ऽर्धः अ सुषमिद्धो न आ वह देवां अग्ने हविष्मते च् होतः पावक यक्षि च

Well-kindled, bring here the gods, O Agni, for the one offering; O pure Hotar, accept the oblation.

अ मधुमन्तं तनूनपाद्यज्ञं देवेषु नः कवे च् अद्या कृणुय्हूतये

Make for us today, O wise one, a sacrifice rich in sweetness for our bodies among the gods, for the invocation.

अ नराशंसमिह प्रियमस्मिन्यज्ञ उप ह्वये च् मधुजिह्वं हविष्कृतम्

Here I call Narāśaṃsa, dear at this sacrifice, with honeyed tongue, for the prepared oblation.

अ अग्ने सुखतमे रथे देवां ईडित आ वह च् असि होता मनुर्हितः

O Agni, in the most pleasant chariot, bring the gods, praised, here; you are the Hotar established by Manu.

अ यदद्य सूर उदिते ऽनागा मित्रो अर्यमा च् सुवाति सविता भगः

When today, at sunrise, Mitra, Aryaman, Savitar, and Bhaga, sinless, bestow their favor.