Sukta 6

मन्द्रया सोम धारया वृषा पवस्व देवयुः। अव्यो वारेष्वस्मयुः॥

mandrayā soma dhārayā vṛṣā pavasva devayuḥ | avyo vāreṣvasmayuḥ ||

SOMA, flow on with pleasant stream, a Bull devoted to the Gods, Our Friend, unto the woollen sieve.

अभि त्यं मद्यं मदमिन्दविन्द्र इति क्षर। अभि वाजिनो अर्वतः॥

abhi tyaṁ madyaṁ madamindavindra iti kṣara | abhi vājino arvataḥ ||

Pour hitherward, as Indra's Self, Indu, that gladdening stream of thine, And send us coursers full of strength.

अभि त्यं पूर्व्यं मदं सुवानो अर्ष पवित्र आ। अभि वाजमुत श्रवः॥

abhi tyaṁ pūrvyaṁ madaṁ suvāno arṣa pavitra ā | abhi vājamuta śravaḥ ||

Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice, Streaming forth power and high renown.

अनु द्रप्सास इन्दव आपो न प्रवतासरन्। पुनाना इन्द्रमाशत॥

anu drapsāsa indava āpo na pravatāsaran | punānā indramāśata ||

Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent They have reached Indra purified.

यमत्यमिव वाजिनं मृजन्ति योषणो दश। वने क्रीळन्तमत्यविम्॥

yamatyamiva vājinaṁ mṛjanti yoṣaṇo daśa | vane krīḻantamatyavim ||

Whom, having passed the filter, ten dames cleanse, as 'twere a vigorous steed, While he disports him in the wood,-

तं गोभिर्वृषणं रसं मदाय देववीतये। सुतं भराय सं सृज॥

taṁ gobhirvṛṣaṇaṁ rasaṁ madāya devavītaye | sutaṁ bharāya saṁ sṛja ||

The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth, for feast and service of the Gods, To him who bears away the draught.

देवो देवाय धारयेन्द्राय पवते सुतः। पयो यदस्य पीपयत्॥

devo devāya dhārayendrāya pavate sutaḥ | payo yadasya pīpayat ||

Effused, the God flows onward with his stream to Indra, to the God, So that his milk may strengthen him.

आत्मा यज्ञस्य रंह्या सुष्वाणः पवते सुतः। प्रत्नं नि पाति काव्यम्॥

ātmā yajñasya raṁhyā suṣvāṇaḥ pavate sutaḥ | pratnaṁ ni pāti kāvyam ||

Soul of the sacrifice, the juice effused flows quickly on: he keeps His ancient wisdom of a Sage.

एवा पुनान इन्द्रयुर्मदं मदिष्ठ वीतये। गुहा चिद्दधिषे गिरः॥

evā punāna indrayurmadaṁ madiṣṭha vītaye | guhā ciddadhiṣe giraḥ ||

So pouring forth, as Indra's Friend, strong drink, best Gladdener! for the feast, Thou, even in secret, storest hymns.