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Rigveda 9.96

Ṛgvedasaṃhitā 9.96

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Sanskrit

9.96.1

pra se̍nā̱nīḥ śūro̱ agre̱ rathā̍nāṁ ga̱vyann e̍ti̱ harṣa̍te asya̱ senā̍ |
bha̱drān kṛ̱ṇvann i̍ndraha̱vān sakhi̍bhya̱ ā somo̱ vastrā̍ rabha̱sāni̍ datte ||

IN forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host rejoices. Soma endues his robes of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on Indra.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.2

sam a̍sya̱ hari̱ṁ hara̍yo mṛjanty aśvaha̱yair ani̍śita̱ṁ namo̍bhiḥ |
ā ti̍ṣṭhati̱ ratha̱m indra̍sya̱ sakhā̍ vi̱dvām̐ e̍nā suma̱tiṁ yā̱ty accha̍ ||

Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage. The Friend of Indra mounts his car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the prayer we offer.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.3

sa no̍ deva de̱vatā̍te pavasva ma̱he so̍ma̱ psara̍sa indra̱pāna̍ḥ |
kṛ̱ṇvann a̱po va̱rṣaya̱n dyām u̱temām u̱ror ā no̍ varivasyā punā̱naḥ ||

O God, for service of the Gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's drink, O Soma. Making the floods, bedewing earth and heaven, come from the vast, comfort us while we cleanse thee

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.4

ajī̍ta̱ye 'ha̍taye pavasva sva̱staye̍ sa̱rvatā̍taye bṛha̱te |
tad u̍śanti̱ viśva̍ i̱me sakhā̍ya̱s tad a̱haṁ va̍śmi pavamāna soma ||

Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection. This is the wish of these friends assembled: this is my wish, O Soma Pavamâna.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.5

soma̍ḥ pavate jani̱tā ma̍tī̱nāṁ ja̍ni̱tā di̱vo ja̍ni̱tā pṛ̍thi̱vyāḥ |
ja̱ni̱tāgner ja̍ni̱tā sūrya̍sya jani̱tendra̍sya jani̱tota viṣṇo̍ḥ ||

Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven: Father of Agni, Sûrya's generator, the Father who begat Indra and Vishṇu.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.6

bra̱hmā de̱vānā̍m pada̱vīḥ ka̍vī̱nām ṛṣi̱r viprā̍ṇām mahi̱ṣo mṛ̱gāṇā̍m |
śye̱no gṛdhrā̍ṇā̱ṁ svadhi̍ti̱r vanā̍nā̱ṁ soma̍ḥ pa̱vitra̱m aty e̍ti̱ rebha̍n ||

Brahman of Gods, the Leader of the poets, Ṛishi of sages, Bull of savage creatures, Falcon amid the vultures, Axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma singing.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.7

prāvī̍vipad vā̱ca ū̱rmiṁ na sindhu̱r gira̱ḥ soma̱ḥ pava̍māno manī̱ṣāḥ |
a̱ntaḥ paśya̍n vṛ̱jane̱māva̍rā̱ṇy ā ti̍ṣṭhati vṛṣa̱bho goṣu̍ jā̱nan ||

He, Soma Pavamâna, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises. Beholding these inferior powers in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer well-knowing.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.8

sa ma̍tsa̱raḥ pṛ̱tsu va̱nvann avā̍taḥ sa̱hasra̍retā a̱bhi vāja̍m arṣa |
indrā̍yendo̱ pava̍māno manī̱ṣy a1̱̍ṁśor ū̱rmim ī̍raya̱ gā i̍ṣa̱ṇyan ||

As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and vigour. As thoughtful Pavamâna, urge O Indu, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on to Indra.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.9

pari̍ pri̱yaḥ ka̱laśe̍ de̱vavā̍ta̱ indrā̍ya̱ somo̱ raṇyo̱ madā̍ya |
sa̱hasra̍dhāraḥ śa̱tavā̍ja̱ indu̍r vā̱jī na sapti̱ḥ sama̍nā jigāti ||

Dear, grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to delight him. With hundred powers, with thousand currents, Indu, like a strong car-horse, goes to the assembly.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.10

sa pū̱rvyo va̍su̱vij jāya̍māno mṛjā̱no a̱psu du̍duhā̱no adrau̍ |
a̱bhi̱śa̱sti̱pā bhuva̍nasya̱ rājā̍ vi̱dad gā̱tum brahma̍ṇe pū̱yamā̍naḥ ||

Born in old time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in waters, Warding off curses, King of all existence, he shall find way for prayer the while they cleanse him.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.11

tvayā̱ hi na̍ḥ pi̱tara̍ḥ soma̱ pūrve̱ karmā̍ṇi ca̱kruḥ pa̍vamāna̱ dhīrā̍ḥ |
va̱nvann avā̍taḥ pari̱dhīm̐r apo̍rṇu vī̱rebhi̱r aśvai̍r ma̱ghavā̍ bhavā naḥ ||

For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamâna, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties. Fighting unvanquished, open the enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds and heroes.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.12

yathāpa̍vathā̱ mana̍ve vayo̱dhā a̍mitra̱hā va̍rivo̱vid dha̱viṣmā̍n |
e̱vā pa̍vasva̱ dravi̍ṇa̱ṁ dadhā̍na̱ indre̱ saṁ ti̍ṣṭha ja̱nayāyu̍dhāni ||

As thou didst flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in oblations, Even thus flow onward now conferring riches: combine with Indra, and bring forth thy weapons.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.13

pava̍sva soma̱ madhu̍mām̐ ṛ̱tāvā̱po vasā̍no̱ adhi̱ sāno̱ avye̍ |
ava̱ droṇā̍ni ghṛ̱tavā̍nti sīda ma̱dinta̍mo matsa̱ra i̍ndra̱pāna̍ḥ ||

Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit. Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.14

vṛ̱ṣṭiṁ di̱vaḥ śa̱tadhā̍raḥ pavasva sahasra̱sā vā̍ja̱yur de̱vavī̍tau |
saṁ sindhu̍bhiḥ ka̱laśe̍ vāvaśā̱naḥ sam u̱sriyā̍bhiḥ prati̱ran na̱ āyu̍ḥ ||

Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the Gods' banquet, Pour the rain of heaven, While thou with rivers roarest in the beaker, and blent with milk prolongest our existence.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.15

e̱ṣa sya somo̍ ma̱tibhi̍ḥ punā̱no 'tyo̱ na vā̱jī tara̱tīd arā̍tīḥ |
payo̱ na du̱gdham adi̍ter iṣi̱ram u̱rv i̍va gā̱tuḥ su̱yamo̱ na voḻhā̍ ||

Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger, Like fresh milk poured by Aditi, like passage in ample room, or like a docile car-horse.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.16

svā̱yu̱dhaḥ so̱tṛbhi̍ḥ pū̱yamā̍no̱ 'bhy a̍rṣa̱ guhya̱ṁ cāru̱ nāma̍ |
a̱bhi vāja̱ṁ sapti̍r iva śrava̱syābhi vā̱yum a̱bhi gā de̍va soma ||

Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name thou bearest. Pour booty, like a horse, for love of glory God, Soma, send us kine, and send us Vâyu.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.17

śiśu̍ṁ jajñā̱naṁ ha̍rya̱tam mṛ̍janti śu̱mbhanti̱ vahni̍m ma̱ruto̍ ga̱ṇena̍ |
ka̱vir gī̱rbhiḥ kāvye̍nā ka̱viḥ san soma̍ḥ pa̱vitra̱m aty e̍ti̱ rebha̍n ||

They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop adorn the Car-horse. By songs a Poet and a Sage by wisdom, Soma joes singing through the cleansing filter.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.18

ṛṣi̍manā̱ ya ṛ̍ṣi̱kṛt sva̱rṣāḥ sa̱hasra̍ṇīthaḥ pada̱vīḥ ka̍vī̱nām |
tṛ̱tīya̱ṁ dhāma̍ mahi̱ṣaḥ siṣā̍sa̱n somo̍ vi̱rāja̱m anu̍ rājati̱ ṣṭup ||

Light-winner, Ṛishi-mindcd, Ṛishi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages, A Steer who strives to gain his third form, Soma is, like Virâj, resplendent as a Singer.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.19

ca̱mū̱ṣac chye̱naḥ śa̍ku̱no vi̱bhṛtvā̍ govi̱ndur dra̱psa āyu̍dhāni̱ bibhra̍t |
a̱pām ū̱rmiṁ saca̍mānaḥ samu̱draṁ tu̱rīya̱ṁ dhāma̍ mahi̱ṣo vi̍vakti ||

Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons, Following close the sea, the wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth form and declares it.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.20

maryo̱ na śu̱bhras ta̱nva̍m mṛjā̱no 'tyo̱ na sṛtvā̍ sa̱naye̱ dhanā̍nām |
vṛṣe̍va yū̱thā pari̱ kośa̱m arṣa̱n kani̍kradac ca̱mvo̱3̱̍r ā vi̍veśa ||

Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches, A steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed into the beakers.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.21

pava̍svendo̱ pava̍māno̱ maho̍bhi̱ḥ kani̍krada̱t pari̱ vārā̍ṇy arṣa |
krīḻa̍ñ ca̱mvo̱3̱̍r ā vi̍śa pū̱yamā̍na̱ indra̍ṁ te̱ raso̍ madi̱ro ma̍mattu ||

Flow on with might as Pavamâna, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter. Enter the beakers sporting, as they cleanse thee, and let thy gladdening juice make Indra joyful.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.22

prāsya̱ dhārā̍ bṛha̱tīr a̍sṛgrann a̱kto gobhi̍ḥ ka̱laśā̱m̐ ā vi̍veśa |
sāma̍ kṛ̱ṇvan sā̍ma̱nyo̍ vipa̱ścit kranda̍nn ety a̱bhi sakhyu̱r na jā̱mim ||

His streams have been effused in all their fulness, and he hath entered, balmed with milk, the goblets. Singing his psalm, well-skilled in song, a Chanter, be comes as 'twere to his friend's sister roaring.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.23

a̱pa̱ghnann e̍ṣi pavamāna̱ śatrū̍n pri̱yāṁ na jā̱ro a̱bhigī̍ta̱ indu̍ḥ |
sīda̱n vane̍ṣu śaku̱no na patvā̱ soma̍ḥ punā̱naḥ ka̱laśe̍ṣu̱ sattā̍ ||

Chasing our foes thou comest, Pavamâna Indu, besting, as lover to his darling. As a bird flies and settles in the forest, thus Soma settles, purified, in goblets.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

9.96.24

ā te̱ ruca̱ḥ pava̍mānasya soma̱ yoṣe̍va yanti su̱dughā̍ḥ sudhā̱rāḥ |
hari̱r ānī̍taḥ puru̱vāro̍ a̱psv aci̍kradat ka̱laśe̍ devayū̱nām ||

With full stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse thee. He, gold-hued, rich in boons, brought to the waters, hath roared within the goblet of the pious.

Ralph T. H. Griffith 1889, The Hymns of the Rigveda

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