सूक्त ८०

सोमस्य धारा पवते नृचक्षस ऋतेन देवान्हवते दिवस्परि। बृहस्पते रवथेना वि दिद्युते समुद्रासो न सवनानि विव्यचुः॥

somasya dhārā pavate nṛcakṣasa ṛtena devānhavate divaspari | bṛhaspate ravathenā vi didyute samudrāso na savanāni vivyacuḥ ||

ON flows the stream of Soma who beholds mankind: by everlasting Law he calls the Gods from heaven. He lightens with the roaring of Br aspati: h the lakes have not contained the pourings of juice.

यं त्वा वाजिन्नघ्न्या अभ्यनूषतायोहतं योनिमा रोहसि द्युमान्। मघोनामायुः प्रतिरन्महि श्रव इन्द्राय सोम पवसे वृषा मदः॥

yaṁ tvā vājinnaghnyā abhyanūṣatāyohataṁ yonimā rohasi dyumān | maghonāmāyuḥ pratiranmahi śrava indrāya soma pavase vṛṣā madaḥ ||

Thou, powerful Soma, thou to whom the cows have -lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, thine iron- fashioned home. Thou, lengthening our princes' life and high renown, flowest for Indra as his might to gladdening drink.

एन्द्रस्य कुक्षा पवते मदिन्तम ऊर्जं वसानः श्रवसे सुमङ्गलः। प्रत्यङ्स विश्वा भुवनाभि पप्रथे क्रीळन्हरिरत्यः स्यन्दते वृषा॥

endrasya kukṣā pavate madintama ūrjaṁ vasānaḥ śravase sumaṅgalaḥ | pratyaṅsa viśvā bhuvanābhi paprathe krīḻanhariratyaḥ syandate vṛṣā ||

Best giver of delight, he flows to Indra's throat, robing himself in might, Auspicious One, for fame. He spreads himself abroad to meet all things that be: the vigorous Tawny Steed flows sporting on his way.

तं त्वा देवेभ्यो मधुमत्तमं नरः सहस्रधारं दुहते दश क्षिपः। नृभिः सोम प्रच्युतो ग्रावभिः सुतो विश्वान्देवाँ आ पवस्वा सहस्रजित्॥

taṁ tvā devebhyo madhumattamaṁ naraḥ sahasradhāraṁ duhate daśa kṣipaḥ | nṛbhiḥ soma pracyuto grāvabhiḥ suto viśvāndevā ā pavasvā sahasrajit ||

The men, the ten swift fingers, milk thee out for Gods, even thee most rich in meath, with thousand flowing streams. Soma who winnest thousands, driven by the men, expressed with stones, bring, as thou flowest, all the Gods.

तं त्वा हस्तिनो मधुमन्तमद्रिभिर्दुहन्त्यप्सु वृषभं दश क्षिपः। इन्द्रं सोम मादयन्दैव्यं जनं सिन्धोरिवोर्मिः पवमानो अर्षसि॥

taṁ tvā hastino madhumantamadribhirduhantyapsu vṛṣabhaṁ daśa kṣipaḥ | indraṁ soma mādayandaivyaṁ janaṁ sindhorivormiḥ pavamāno arṣasi ||

Deft-handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer enriched with sweets. Thou, Soma, gladdening Indra, and the Heavenly Host, flowest as Pavamana like a river's wave.