Sukta 99

आ हर्यताय धृष्णवे धनुस्तन्वन्ति पौंस्यम्। शुक्रां वयन्त्यसुराय निर्णिजं विपामग्रे महीयुवः॥

ā haryatāya dhṛṣṇave dhanustanvanti pauṁsyam | śukrāṁ vayantyasurāya nirṇijaṁ vipāmagre mahīyuvaḥ ||

THEY for the Bold and Lovely One ply manly vigour like a bow: joyous, in front of songs they weave bright raiment for the Lord Divine.

अध क्षपा परिष्कृतो वाजाँ अभि प्र गाहते। यदी विवस्वतो धियो हरिं हिन्वन्ति यातवे॥

adha kṣapā pariṣkṛto vājā abhi pra gāhate | yadī vivasvato dhiyo hariṁ hinvanti yātave ||

And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food', What time the sacrificer's thoughts speed on his way the Golden-hued.

तमस्य मर्जयामसि मदो य इन्द्रपातमः। यं गाव आसभिर्दधुः पुरा नूनं च सूरयः॥

tamasya marjayāmasi mado ya indrapātamaḥ | yaṁ gāva āsabhirdadhuḥ purā nūnaṁ ca sūrayaḥ ||

We cleanse this gladdening drink of his the juice which Indra chiefly drinks--- That which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now.

तं गाथया पुराण्या पुनानमभ्यनूषत। उतो कृपन्त धीतयो देवानां नाम बिभ्रतीः॥

taṁ gāthayā purāṇyā punānamabhyanūṣata | uto kṛpanta dhītayo devānāṁ nāma bibhratīḥ ||

To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise: And sacred songs which bear the names of Gods have supplicated him.

तमुक्षमाणमव्यये वारे पुनन्ति धर्णसिम्। दूतं न पूर्वचित्तय आ शासते मनीषिणः॥

tamukṣamāṇamavyaye vāre punanti dharṇasim | dūtaṁ na pūrvacittaya ā śāsate manīṣiṇaḥ ||

They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve. Him they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer.

स पुनानो मदिन्तमः सोमश्चमूषु सीदति। पशौ न रेत आदधत्पतिर्वचस्यते धियः॥

sa punāno madintamaḥ somaścamūṣu sīdati | paśau na reta ādadhatpatirvacasyate dhiyaḥ ||

Soma, best Cheerer, takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls. He as it were impregns the cow, and babbles on, the Lord of Song.

स मृज्यते सुकर्मभिर्देवो देवेभ्यः सुतः। विदे यदासु संददिर्महीरपो वि गाहते॥

sa mṛjyate sukarmabhirdevo devebhyaḥ sutaḥ | vide yadāsu saṁdadirmahīrapo vi gāhate ||

He is effused and beautified, a God for Gods, by skilful men. He penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein.

सुत इन्दो पवित्र आ नृभिर्यतो वि नीयसे। इन्द्राय मत्सरिन्तमश्चमूष्वा नि षीदसि॥

suta indo pavitra ā nṛbhiryato vi nīyase | indrāya matsarintamaścamūṣvā ni ṣīdasi ||

Pressed, Indu, guided by the men, thou art led to the cleaning sieve. Thou, yielding Indra highest joy, takest thy seat within the bowls.