Sama Veda

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

They purify that tawny, swift one, the brown, with water; who, with all the gods, goes forth together with exhilaration.

प्र सुन्वानास्यान्धसो मर्तो न वष्ट तद्वचः अप श्वानमराधसं हता मखं न भृगवः

The mortal, pressing the Soma, utters those words; drive away the dog of evil deeds, as the Bhṛgus did at the sacrifice.

अभि प्रियाणि पवते चनोहितो नामानि यह्वो अधि येषु आ सूर्यस्य बृहतो बृहन्नधि रथं विष्वञ्चमरुहद्विचक्षणः

The beloved, the swift-flowing, is purified, bearing names; the mighty one, upon whom the sun's greatness rests, ascends the broad chariot, seeing all.

अचोदसो नो धन्वन्त्विन्दवः प्र स्वानासो बृहद्देवेषु हरयः वि चिदश्नाना इषयो अरातयो ऽर्यो नः सन्तु सनिषन्तु नो धियः

Let the unurged drops flow for us; let the splendid ones, the swift horses, be great among the gods. Even those who do not eat, the desires, the adversaries, let them be ours, let our thoughts be fulfilled.

एष प्र कोशे मधुमां अचिक्रददिन्द्रस्य वज्रो वपुषो वपुष्टमः अभ्य्र्^ईतस्य सुदुघा घृतश्चुतो वाश्रा अर्षन्ति पयसा च घेनवः

This one, in the vessel, sweet, has resounded; Indra's thunderbolt, most splendid of forms. The well-milked, ghee-flowing cows pour forth, and the streams flow with milk.

प्रो अयासीदिन्दुरिन्द्रस्य निष्कृतं सखा सख्युर्न प्र मिनाति सङ्गिरम् मर्य इव युवतिभिः समर्षति सोमः कलशे शतयामना पथा

The Moon has gone forth, O Indra, to your abode; a friend, like friendship, does not diminish the song. Like a young man with maidens, Soma strives in the vessel, with a hundredfold strength along the path.

धर्ता दिवः पवते कृत्व्यो रसो दक्षो देवानामनुमाद्यो नृभिः हरिः सृजानो अत्यो न सत्वभिर्वृथा पाजांसि कृणुषे नदीष्वा

The supporter of heaven, the skillful juice, is purified; the wise one, praised by the gods and men, the tawny one, releasing, like a horse with its strength, performs deeds in the rivers.

वृषा मतीनां पवते विचक्षणः सोमो अह्नां प्रतरीतोषसां दिवः प्राणा सिन्धूनां कलशां अचिक्रददिन्द्रस्य हार्द्याविशन्मनीषिभिः

The bull among thoughts, discerning Soma, is purified; he, surpassing the days, awakens the dawns; he gives breath to heaven, to the rivers, to the vessels, and enters Indra’s heart with the inspired.

त्रिरस्मै सप्त धेनवो दुदुह्रिरे सत्यामाशिरं परमे व्योमनि चत्वार्यन्या भुवनानि निर्णिजे चारूणि चक्रे

For him, three times, seven cows have yielded their milk; the true, immortal one in the highest heaven; four other worlds he has set apart, and made them beautiful.

इन्द्राय सोम सुषुतः परि स्रवापामीवा भवतु रक्षसा सह मा ते रसस्य मत्सत द्वयाविनो द्रविणस्वन्त इह सन्त्विन्दवः

O Soma, well-pressed for Indra, flow forth; may you be a remover of affliction, together with protection; let not your essence delight the two-faced, but here let the generous drops be present.

असावि सोमो अरुषो वृषा हरी राजेव दस्मो अभि गा अचिक्रदत् पुनानो वारमत्येष्यव्ययं श्येनो न योनिं घृतवन्तमासदत्

Soma, the tawny, the bull, is pressed out for the two bay steeds; like a mighty king, he bellows over the cows; purified, he seeks the unaging path, like an eagle he settles in the butter-rich womb.

प्र देवमच्छा मधुमन्त इन्दवो ऽसिष्यदन्त गाव आ न धेनवः बर्हिषदो वचनावन्त ऊधभिः परिस्रुतमुस्रिया निर्णिजं धिरे

Forth to the god, the honeyed drops have flowed, like cows to their calf, like milch cows to the altar; those who dwell on the sacred grass, full of speech, with their streams have reached the uncovered one.

अञ्जते व्यञ्जते समञ्जते क्रतुं रिहन्ति मघ्वाभ्यञ्जते सिन्धोरु ऽच्छ्वासे पतयन्तमुक्षणं हिरण्यपावाः पशुमप्सु गृभ्णते

They adorn, they brighten, they join together; they stir up the will, they unite with the generous; at the river’s outflow, the golden-hoofed seize the swift one leaping, the beast in the waters.

पवित्रं ते विततं ब्रह्मणस्पते प्रभुर्गात्राणि पर्येषि विश्वतः अतप्ततनूर्न तदामो अश्नुते शृतास इद्वहन्तः सं तदाशत

Your filter is spread out, O Lord of Prayer; you, the mighty, encompass all bodies everywhere; like one whose body is unheated, no harm touches him; those who have strained, bearing, reach that together.

इन्द्रमच्छ सुता इमे वृषणं यन्तु हरयः श्रुष्टे जातास इन्दवः स्वर्विदः

To Indra, these pressed ones, let the strong steeds go; the drops, born for hearing, knowing the light.

प्र धन्वा सोम जागृविरिन्द्रायेन्दो परि स्रव द्युमन्तं शुष्ममा भर स्वर्विदम्

Awake, O Soma, flow forth for Indra; bring radiant strength, bring the light-bringer.

सखाय आ नि षीदत पुनानाय प्र गायत शिशुं न यज्ञैः परि भूषत श्रिये

Friends, sit down for the purified one, sing forth; surround the child with sacrifices for adornment.

तं वः सखायो मदाय पुनानमभि गायत शिशुं न हव्यैः स्वदयन्त गूर्तिभिः

Sing to him, purified for your exhilaration, friends; delight the child with offerings and praises.

प्राणा शिशुर्महीनां हिन्वन्नृतस्य दीधितिम् विश्वा परि प्रिया भुवदध द्विता

The child, breathing forth for the great ones, impels the light of truth; he encompasses all the beloved things, holding them in duality.

पवस्व देववीतय इन्दो धाराभिरोजसा आ कलशं मधुमान्त्सोम नः सदः

Purify yourself, O Soma, with streams, with strength, for the divine assembly; come to the vessel, honeyed Soma, to our seat.

सोमः पुनान ऊर्मिणाव्यं वारं वि धावति अग्रे वाचः पवमानः कनिक्रदत्

Soma, purified, rushes with his wave, breaking through the barrier; at the forefront of speech, the roaring one bellows.

प्र पुनानाय वेधसे सोमाय वच उच्यते भृतिं न भरा मतिभिर्जुजोषते

For the purified, skillful Soma, words are spoken; he delights in the offerings, accepting them with thoughts, like a wage.

गोमन्न इन्दो अश्ववत्सुतः सुदक्ष धनिव शुचिं च वर्णमधि गोषु धार्य

O Soma, pressed, bring us wealth with cattle, with horses, with skill, with riches; place the pure color among the cows.

अस्मभ्यं त्वा वसुविदमभि वाणीरनूषत गोभिष्टे वर्णमभि वासयामसि

For us, the singers have invoked you, the giver of wealth; with cows we will clothe you in color.

पवते हर्यतो हरिरति ह्वरांसि रंह्या अभ्यर्ष स्तोतृभ्यो वीरवद्यशः

The golden one, beloved of the bays, is purified; he delights in the lovely things; come to the singers, bring heroic fame.

परि कोशं मधुश्चुतं सोमः पुनानो अर्षति अभि वाणीरृषीणां सप्ता नूषत

The purified Soma, flowing around the vessel, pours forth honeyed sweetness; the songs of the seers now resound around it, seven in number.

पवस्व मधुमत्तम इन्द्राय सोम क्रतुवित्तमो मदः महि द्युक्षतमो मदः

Flow forth, Soma, most sweet, most wise, for Indra; let the mightiest exhilaration, the most glorious exhilaration, be thine.

अभि द्युम्नं बृहद्यश इषस्पते दिदीहि देव देवयुम् वि कोशं मध्यमं युव

Shine forth, O lord of nourishment, with great glory and fame, O god who delights the gods; direct the middle vessel, youthful one, towards us.

आ सोता परि षिञ्चताश्वं न स्तोममप्तुरं रजस्तुरम् वनप्रक्षमुदप्रुतम्

Pour out, O pressers, the praise like a swift horse, abundant and far-reaching, surging through the vast expanse, like a river released from the forest.