Sama Veda

अ उदुस्रियाः सृजते सूर्यः सचा उद्यन्नक्षत्रमर्चिवत् च् तवेदुषो व्युषि सूर्यस्य च सं भक्तेन गमेमहि

The sun, rising with the dawns, moves together with the star, shining forth; at your coming, at the sun's light, may we go forth with shared portion.

अ इमा उ वां दिविष्टय उस्रा हवन्ते अश्विना च् अयं वामह्वे ऽवसे शचीवसू विशंविशं हि गच्छथः

These dawns in heaven call upon you, Ashvins; I too call you for help, bestowers of strength, for you go from people to people.

अ युवं चित्रं ददथुर्भोजनं नरा चोदेथां सूनृतावते च् अर्वाग्रथं समनसा नि यच्छतं पिबतं सोम्यं मधु

You, O men, give wondrous food; urge on the one who speaks well; set your chariot near with one mind, drink the honeyed Soma.

अ अस्य प्रत्नामनु द्युतं शुक्रं दुदुह्रे अह्रयः च् पयः सहस्रसामृषिम्

The ancient, shining milk has the cows drawn forth for him; the rich milk of the thousand streams.

अ अयं सूर्य इवोपदृगयं सरांसि धावति च् सप्त प्रवत आ दिवम्

He, like the sun, looks forth; he runs through the rivers, up the seven channels to the sky.

अ अयं विश्वानि तिष्ठति पुनानो भुवनोपरि च् सोमो देवो न सूर्यः

This Soma, purified, stands above all the worlds, O people, like a god, not unlike the sun.

अ एष प्रत्नेन जन्मना देवो देवेभ्यः सुतः च् हरिः पवित्रे अर्षति

This radiant one, pressed for the gods, with ancient birth, flows through the filter, a tawny one.

अ एष प्रत्नेन मन्मना देवो देवेभ्यस्परि च् कविर्विप्रेण वावृधे

This god, with ancient thought, surpasses the other gods; the sage has grown strong with the inspired one.

अ दुहानः प्रत्नमित्पयः पवित्रे परि षिच्यसे च् क्रन्दं देवां अजीजनः

Milking the ancient milk, you are poured around the filter; with your cry, you have stirred the gods to birth.

अ उप शिक्षापतस्थुषो भियसमा धेहि शत्रवे च् पवमान विदा रयिम्

O purified one, place fear in the enemy for those who seek to harm us; grant us wealth, O Soma.

अ उषो षु जातमप्तुरं गोभिर्भङ्गं परिष्कृतम् च् इन्दुं देवा अयासिषुः

The gods have sought the drop, born at dawn, swift-flowing, adorned with cows, and beautifully clarified.

अ उपास्मै गायता नरः पवमानायेन्दवे च् अभि देवां इयक्षते

Sing to him, men, to the purified Indu; the gods approach the purified one with reverence.

अ प्र सोमासो विपश्चितो ऽपो नयन्त ऊर्मयः च् वनानि महिषा इव

The wise Somas, like mighty buffaloes, lead the waters with their waves, moving through the forests.

अ अभि द्रोणानि बभ्रवः शुक्रा ऋतस्य धारया च् वाजं गोमन्तमक्षरन्

The tawny, shining ones, by the stream of truth, overflow the vessels, pouring forth strength rich in cattle.

अ सुता इन्द्राय वायवे वरुणाय मरुद्भ्यः च् सोमा अर्षन्तु विष्णवे

Let the pressed Somas flow for Indra, for Vāyu, for Varuṇa, for the Maruts, and for Viṣṇu.

अ प्र सोम देववीतये सिन्धुर्न पिप्ये अर्णसा च् अंशोः पयसा मदिरो न जागृविरच्छा कोशं मधुश्चुतम्

Soma, for the favor of the gods, swells like a river with its flood; with the milk of the portion, like an awakened one, he approaches the honey-dripping vessel.

अ आ हर्यतो अर्जुनो अत्के अव्यत प्रियः सूनुर्न मर्ज्यः च् तमीं हिन्वन्त्यपसो यथा रथं नदीष्वा गभस्त्योः

The bright, shining one, beloved, like a dear son, is adorned in the vessel; the streams set him in motion as rivers do a chariot between their arms.

अ प्र सोमासो मदच्युतः श्रवसे नो मघोनाम् च् सुता विदथे अक्रमुः

The Somas, pressed and full of exhilaration, have entered the contest for our fame, for the generous ones.

अ आदीं हंसो यथा गणं विश्वस्यावीवशन्मतिम् च् अत्यो न गोभिरज्यते

Just as a swan calls to its flock, they have awakened the thought of all; like a horse, he is not restrained by the cows.

अ आदीं त्रितस्य योषणो हरिं हिन्वन्त्यद्रिभिः च् इन्दुमिन्द्राय पीतये

The wives of Trita press the tawny one with stones, the drop for Indra to drink.

अ अया पवस्व देवयु रेभन्पवित्रं पर्येषि विश्वतः च् मधोर्धारा असृक्षत

By this, O godly one, purify yourself, resounding, you circle the filter on every side; streams of honey have flowed forth.

अ पवते हर्यतो हरिरति ह्वरांसि रंह्या च् अभ्यर्ष स्तोतृभ्यो वीरवद्यशः

The golden one, beloved, is purified; he delights in the shining places; flow forth to the singers, bringing heroic fame.

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

The mortal, pressing the Soma, desires the speech of this draught; drive away the barking, envious one, as the Bhṛgus destroyed the sacrifice.

द्वितीय प्रथमो ऽर्धः अ पवस्व वाचो अग्रियः सोम चित्राभिरूतिभिः च् अभि विश्वानि काव्या

O Soma, foremost in speech, flow forth with splendid forms and encompass all acts of wisdom.

अ त्वं समुद्रिया अपो ऽग्रियो वाच ईरयन् च् पवस्व विश्वचर्षणे

You, most excellent in speech, stirring the oceanic waters, flow forth, O Soma, for all peoples.

अ तुभ्येमा भुवना कवे महिम्ने सोम तस्थिरे च् तुभ्यं धावन्ति धेनवः

To you, O wise Soma, these worlds have stood firm in your greatness, and the streams hasten to you.

अ पवस्वेन्दो वृषा सुतः कृधी नो यशसो जने च् विश्वा अप द्विषो जहि

Flow, O Soma, strong and pressed, grant us renown among people, and drive away all hatreds.

अ यस्य ते सख्ये वयं सासह्याम पृतन्यतः च् तवेन्दो द्युम्न उत्तमे

In whose friendship we would prevail over adversaries—by your highest glory, O Soma, may we be victorious.

अ या ते भीमान्यायुधा तिग्मानि सन्ति धूर्वणे च् रक्षा समस्य नो निदः

Those terrible, sharp weapons of yours, ready for battle—protect us from every harm.