Sukta 79

अचोदसो नो धन्वन्त्विन्दवः प्र सुवानासो बृहद्दिवेषु हरयः। वि च नशन्न इषो अरातयोऽर्यो नशन्त सनिषन्त नो धियः॥

acodaso no dhanvantvindavaḥ pra suvānāso bṛhaddiveṣu harayaḥ | vi ca naśanna iṣo arātayo'ryo naśanta saniṣanta no dhiyaḥ ||

SPONTANEOUS let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed, golden-hued, among the Gods of lofty heaven. Perish among us they who give no gifts of food! perish the godless! May our prayers obtain success.

प्र णो धन्वन्त्विन्दवो मदच्युतो धना वा येभिरर्वतो जुनीमसि। तिरो मर्तस्य कस्य चित्परिह्वृतिं वयं धनानि विश्वधा भरेमहि॥

pra ṇo dhanvantvindavo madacyuto dhanā vā yebhirarvato junīmasi | tiro martasya kasya citparihvṛtiṁ vayaṁ dhanāni viśvadhā bharemahi ||

Forward to us the drops, distilling meath, shall flow, like riches for whose sake we urge the horses on. Beyond the crafty hindering of all mortal men may we continually bear precious wealth away.

उत स्वस्या अरात्या अरिर्हि ष उतान्यस्या अरात्या वृको हि षः। धन्वन्न तृष्णा समरीत ताँ अभि सोम जहि पवमान दुराध्यः॥

uta svasyā arātyā arirhi ṣa utānyasyā arātyā vṛko hi ṣaḥ | dhanvanna tṛṣṇā samarīta tā abhi soma jahi pavamāna durādhyaḥ ||

Yea, yerily, foe of hate shown to himself is he, yea, verity, destroyer too of other hate. As thirst subdueth in the desert, conquer thou, O Soma Pavarnana, men of evil thoughts.

दिवि ते नाभा परमो य आददे पृथिव्यास्ते रुरुहुः सानवि क्षिपः। अद्रयस्त्वा बप्सति गोरधि त्वच्यप्सु त्वा हस्तैर्दुदुहुर्मनीषिणः॥

divi te nābhā paramo ya ādade pṛthivyāste ruruhuḥ sānavi kṣipaḥ | adrayastvā bapsati goradhi tvacyapsu tvā hastairduduhurmanīṣiṇaḥ ||

Near kin to thee is he, raised loftiest in the heavens: upon the earth's high ridge thy scions have grown forth. The press-stones chew and crunch thee on the ox's hide: sages have milked thee with their hands into the streams.

एवा त इन्दो सुभ्वं सुपेशसं रसं तुञ्जन्ति प्रथमा अभिश्रियः। निदंनिदं पवमान नि तारिष आविस्ते शुष्मो भवतु प्रियो मदः॥

evā ta indo subhvaṁ supeśasaṁ rasaṁ tuñjanti prathamā abhiśriyaḥ | nidaṁnidaṁ pavamāna ni tāriṣa āviste śuṣmo bhavatu priyo madaḥ ||

So do they hurry on thy strong and beauteous juice, O Indu, as the first ingredient of the draught. Bring low, thou Pavamana, every single foe, and be thy might shown forth as sweet and gladdening drink.