सूक्त ७८

प्र राजा वाचं जनयन्नसिष्यददपो वसानो अभि गा इयक्षति। गृभ्णाति रिप्रमविरस्य तान्वा शुद्धो देवानामुप याति निष्कृतम्॥

pra rājā vācaṁ janayannasiṣyadadapo vasāno abhi gā iyakṣati | gṛbhṇāti ripramavirasya tānvā śuddho devānāmupa yāti niṣkṛtam ||

RAISING his voice the King hath flowed upon his way: invested with the waters he would win the kine. The fleece retains his solid parts as though impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks the special place of Gods.

इन्द्राय सोम परि षिच्यसे नृभिर्नृचक्षा ऊर्मिः कविरज्यसे वने। पूर्वीर्हि ते स्रुतयः सन्ति यातवे सहस्रमश्वा हरयश्चमूषदः॥

indrāya soma pari ṣicyase nṛbhirnṛcakṣā ūrmiḥ kavirajyase vane | pūrvīrhi te srutayaḥ santi yātave sahasramaśvā harayaścamūṣadaḥ ||

Thou, Soma, art effused for Indra by the men, balmed in the wood as wave, Sage, Viewer of mankind. Full many are the paths whereon thou mayest go: a thousand bay steeds hast thou resting in the bowls.

समुद्रिया अप्सरसो मनीषिणमासीना अन्तरभि सोममक्षरन्। ता ईं हिन्वन्ति हर्म्यस्य सक्षणिं याचन्ते सुम्नं पवमानमक्षितम्॥

samudriyā apsaraso manīṣiṇamāsīnā antarabhi somamakṣaran | tā īṁ hinvanti harmyasya sakṣaṇiṁ yācante sumnaṁ pavamānamakṣitam ||

Apsarases who dwell in waters of the sea, sitting within, have flowed to Soma wise of heart. They urge the Master of the house upon his way, and to the Eternal Pavamana pray for bliss.

गोजिन्नः सोमो रथजिद्धिरण्यजित्स्वर्जिदब्जित्पवते सहस्रजित्। यं देवासश्चक्रिरे पीतये मदं स्वादिष्ठं द्रप्समरुणं मयोभुवम्॥

gojinnaḥ somo rathajiddhiraṇyajitsvarjidabjitpavate sahasrajit | yaṁ devāsaścakrire pītaye madaṁ svādiṣṭhaṁ drapsamaruṇaṁ mayobhuvam ||

Soma flows on for u's as winner of the kine, winner of thousands, cars, water, and light, and gold; He whom the Gods have made a gladdening draught to drink, the drop most sweet to taste, weal- bringing, red of hue.

एतानि सोम पवमानो अस्मयुः सत्यानि कृण्वन्द्रविणान्यर्षसि। जहि शत्रुमन्तिके दूरके च य उर्वीं गव्यूतिमभयं च नस्कृधि॥

etāni soma pavamāno asmayuḥ satyāni kṛṇvandraviṇānyarṣasi | jahi śatrumantike dūrake ca ya urvīṁ gavyūtimabhayaṁ ca naskṛdhi ||

Soma, as Pavamana thou, our faithful Friend, making for us these real treasures, flowest on. Slay thou the enemy both near and,far away: grant us security and ample pasturage.