Sukta 106

इन्द्रमच्छ सुता इमे वृषणं यन्तु हरयः। श्रुष्टी जातास इन्दवः स्वर्विदः॥

indramaccha sutā ime vṛṣaṇaṁ yantu harayaḥ | śruṣṭī jātāsa indavaḥ svarvidaḥ ||

To Indra, to the Mighty Steer, may these gold-coloured juices go, Drops rapidly produced, that find the light of heaven.

अयं भराय सानसिरिन्द्राय पवते सुतः। सोमो जैत्रस्य चेतति यथा विदे॥

ayaṁ bharāya sānasirindrāya pavate sutaḥ | somo jaitrasya cetati yathā vide ||

Effused, this juice victorious flows for Indra, for his maintenance. Soma bethinks him of the Conqueror, as he knows.

अस्येदिन्द्रो मदेष्वा ग्राभं गृभ्णीत सानसिम्। वज्रं च वृषणं भरत्समप्सुजित्॥

asyedindro madeṣvā grābhaṁ gṛbhṇīta sānasim | vajraṁ ca vṛṣaṇaṁ bharatsamapsujit ||

May Indra in his raptures gain from him the grasp that gathers spoil, And, winning waters, wield the steerstrong thunderbolt.

प्र धन्वा सोम जागृविरिन्द्रायेन्दो परि स्रव। द्युमन्तं शुष्ममा भरा स्वर्विदम्॥

pra dhanvā soma jāgṛvirindrāyendo pari srava | dyumantaṁ śuṣmamā bharā svarvidam ||

Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou on: Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven.

इन्द्राय वृषणं मदं पवस्व विश्वदर्शतः। सहस्रयामा पथिकृद्विचक्षणः॥

indrāya vṛṣaṇaṁ madaṁ pavasva viśvadarśataḥ | sahasrayāmā pathikṛdvicakṣaṇaḥ ||

Do thou, all-beautiful, purify for Indra's sake the mighty juice, Path-maker thou, far seeing, with a thousand ways.

अस्मभ्यं गातुवित्तमो देवेभ्यो मधुमत्तमः। सहस्रं याहि पथिभिः कनिक्रदत्॥

asmabhyaṁ gātuvittamo devebhyo madhumattamaḥ | sahasraṁ yāhi pathibhiḥ kanikradat ||

Best finder of prosperity for us, most rich in sweets for Gods, Proceed thou loudly roaring on a thousand paths.

पवस्व देववीतय इन्दो धाराभिरोजसा। आ कलशं मधुमान्सोम नः सदः॥

pavasva devavītaya indo dhārābhirojasā | ā kalaśaṁ madhumānsoma naḥ sadaḥ ||

O Indu, with thy streams, in might, flow for the banquet of the Gods: Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy place.

तव द्रप्सा उदप्रुत इन्द्रं मदाय वावृधुः। त्वां देवासो अमृताय कं पपुः॥

tava drapsā udapruta indraṁ madāya vāvṛdhuḥ | tvāṁ devāso amṛtāya kaṁ papuḥ ||

Thy drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight: The Gods have drunk thee up for immortality.

आ नः सुतास इन्दवः पुनाना धावता रयिम्। वृष्टिद्यावो रीत्यापः स्वर्विदः॥

ā naḥ sutāsa indavaḥ punānā dhāvatā rayim | vṛṣṭidyāvo rītyāpaḥ svarvidaḥ ||

Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified, Pouring down rain from heaven in hoods, and finding light.

सोमः पुनान ऊर्मिणाव्यो वारं वि धावति। अग्रे वाचः पवमानः कनिक्रदत्॥

somaḥ punāna ūrmiṇāvyo vāraṁ vi dhāvati | agre vācaḥ pavamānaḥ kanikradat ||

Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep, Shouting while purified before the voice of song.

धीभिर्हिन्वन्ति वाजिनं वने क्रीळन्तमत्यविम्। अभि त्रिपृष्ठं मतयः समस्वरन्॥

dhībhirhinvanti vājinaṁ vane krīḻantamatyavim | abhi tripṛṣṭhaṁ matayaḥ samasvaran ||

With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood, above the fleece: Our psalms have glorified him of the triple height.

असर्जि कलशाँ अभि मीळ्हे सप्तिर्न वाजयुः। पुनानो वाचं जनयन्नसिष्यदत्॥

asarji kalaśā abhi mīḻhe saptirna vājayuḥ | punāno vācaṁ janayannasiṣyadat ||

Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war, And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.

पवते हर्यतो हरिरति ह्वरांसि रंह्या। अभ्यर्षन्स्तोतृभ्यो वीरवद्यशः॥

pavate haryato harirati hvarāṁsi raṁhyā | abhyarṣanstotṛbhyo vīravadyaśaḥ ||

Gold-hued and lovely in his course, througb tangles of the wool he flows, And pours heroic fame upon the worshippers.

अया पवस्व देवयुर्मधोर्धारा असृक्षत। रेभन्पवित्रं पर्येषि विश्वतः॥

ayā pavasva devayurmadhordhārā asṛkṣata | rebhanpavitraṁ paryeṣi viśvataḥ ||

Flow thus, a faithful votary: the streams of meath have been effused. Thou comest to the filter, singing, from each side.