Rigveda 9.78

HYMN LXXVIII. SOMA PAVAMANA. · ५ कविर्भार्गव: । पवमान: सोम: ।जगती ।

9.78.2

प्र राजा॒ वाचं॑ ज॒नय॑न्नसिष्यदद॒पो वसा॑नो अ॒भि गा इ॑यक्षति | गृ॒भ्णाति॑ रि॒प्रमवि॑रस्य॒ तान्वा॑ शु॒द्धो दे॒वाना॒मुप॑ याति निष्कृ॒तम् ॥१ इन्द्रा॑य सोम॒ परि॑ षिच्यसे॒ नृभि॑र्नृ॒चक्षा॑ ऊ॒र्मिः क॒विर॑ज्यसे॒ वने॑ | पू॒र्वीर्हि ते॑ स्रु॒तय॒: सन्ति॒ यात॑वे स॒हस्र॒मश्वा॒ हर॑यश्चमू॒षद॑: ||

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9.78.2

प्र राजा॒ वाचं॑ ज॒नय॑न्नसिष्यदद॒पो वसा॑नो अ॒भि गा इ॑यक्षति | गृ॒भ्णाति॑ रि॒प्रमवि॑रस्य॒ तान्वा॑ शु॒द्धो दे॒वाना॒मुप॑ याति निष्कृ॒तम् ॥१ इन्द्रा॑य सोम॒ परि॑ षिच्यसे॒ नृभि॑र्नृ॒चक्षा॑ ऊ॒र्मिः क॒विर॑ज्यसे॒ वने॑ | पू॒र्वीर्हि ते॑ स्रु॒तय॒: सन्ति॒ यात॑वे स॒हस्र॒मश्वा॒ हर॑यश्चमू॒षद॑: ||

RAISING his voice the King hath flowed upon his way: invested with the waters he would win the kine. The fleece retains his solid parts as though impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks the special place of Gods.

9.78.3

स॒मु॒द्रिया॑ अप्स॒रसो॑ मनी॒षिण॒मासी॑ना अ॒न्तर॒भि सोम॑मक्षरन् | ता ईं॑ हिन्वन्ति ह॒र्म्यस्य॑ स॒क्षणिं॒ याच॑न्ते सु॒म्नं पव॑मान॒मक्षि॑तम् ||

Thou, Soma, art effused for Indra by the men, balmed in the wood as wave, Sage, Viewer of mankind. Full many are the paths whereon thou mayest go: a thousand bay steeds hast thou resting in the bowls.

9.78.4

गो॒जिन्न॒: सोमो॑ रथ॒जिद्धि॑रण्य॒जित्स्व॒र्जिद॒ब्जित्प॑वते सहस्र॒जित् | यं दे॒वास॑श्चक्रि॒रे पी॒तये॒ मदं॒ स्वादि॑ष्ठं द्र॒प्सम॑रु॒णं म॑यो॒भुव॑म् ||

Apsarases who dwell in waters of the sea, sitting within, have flowed to Soma wise of heart. They urge the Master of the house upon his way, and to the Eternal Pavamana pray for bliss.

9.78.5

ए॒तानि॑ सोम॒ पव॑मानो अस्म॒युः स॒त्यानि॑ कृ॒ण्वन्द्रवि॑णान्यर्षसि | ज॒हि शत्रु॑मन्ति॒के दू॑र॒के च॒ य उ॒र्वीं गव्यू॑ति॒मभ॑यं च नस्कृधि ||

Soma flows on for u's as winner of the kine, winner of thousands, cars, water, and light, and gold; He whom the Gods have made a gladdening draught to drink, the drop most sweet to taste, weal-bringing, red of hue.