Sama Veda

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.

एतमु त्यं मदच्युतं सहस्रधारं वृषभं दिवोदुहम् विश्वा वसूनि बिभ्रतम्

This, indeed, is the exhilarating, thousand-streamed bull, milked from heaven, bearing all treasures.

स सुन्वे यो वसूनां यो रायामानेता य इडानाम् सोमो यः सुक्षितीनाम्

He is pressed who brings wealth, who brings riches, who brings offerings, Soma who brings good dwellings.

त्वं ह्याङ्ग दैव्या पवमान जनिमानि द्युमत्तमः अमृतत्वाय घोषयन्

Indeed, O Pavamana, you proclaim the divine births, most radiant, announcing immortality.

एष स्य धारया सुतो ऽव्यो वारेभिः पवते मदिन्तमः क्रीडन्नूर्मिरपामिव

He, pressed by the stream, pure through the filters, flows most exhilarating, playing like the wave of waters.

य उस्रिया अपि या अन्तरश्मनि निर्गा अकृन्तदोजसा अभि व्रजं तत्निषे गव्यमश्व्यं वर्मीव धृष्णवा रुज ॐ वर्मीव धृष्णवा रुज

He who, with strength, has cut through the cows, even those among the stones, and has entered the enclosure for cattle and horses, like a warrior with armor, break through with boldness.

इति सौम्यं पावमानं पर्व .. .. इति .. आरण्य आरण्य इन्द्र ज्येष्ठं न आ भर ओजिष्ठं पुपुरि श्रवः यद्दिधृक्षेम वज्रहस्त रोदसी ओभे सुशिप्र पप्राः

Thus the pure Soma, the gentle one, the forest-born, O Indra, bring to us the greatest, most powerful fame, as you, O strong-armed, wish to uphold both worlds, O fair-bearded one.

इन्द्रो राजा जगतश्चर्षणीनामधिक्षमा विश्वरूपं यदस्य ततो ददाति दाशुषे वसूनि चोदद्राध उपस्तुतं चिदर्वाक्

Indra is king of all peoples, ruling over them; whatever of his all-formed he gives to the worshipper, he grants riches, even to the one who praises from nearby.

यस्येदमा रजोयुजस्तुजे जने वनं स्वः इन्द्रस्य रन्त्यं बृहत्

By whose might, yoked with the spaces, among men, the great delight of Indra is to be found.

उदुत्तमं वरुण पाशमस्मदवाधमं वि मध्यमं श्रथाय अथादित्य व्रते वयं तवानागसो अदितये स्याम

Raise up, O Varuna, from us the highest snare, release the lowest and the middle; then, O Aditya, by your law, may we, sinless, belong to Aditi.

त्वया वयं पवमानेन सोम भरे कृतं वि चिनुयाम शश्वत् तन्नो मित्रो वरुणो मामहन्तामदितिः सिन्धुः पृथिवी उत द्यौः

With you, O purified Soma, may we win in battle, ever victorious; may Mitra, Varuna, Aditi, the river, the earth, and the sky not harm us.