Samaveda 61

61

ṣaṣṭha prapāṭhakaḥ . dvitīyo 'rdhaḥ
1 6 2 0601a purojitī vo andhasaḥ sutāya mādayitnave .
1 6 2 0601c apa śvānaṃ śnathiṣṭana sakhāyo dīrghajihvyam .. 545
1 6 2 0602a ayaṃ pūṣā rayirbhagaḥ somaḥ punāno arṣati .
1 6 2 0602c patirviśvasya bhūmano vyakhyadrodasī ubhe .. 546
1 6 2 0603a sutāso madhumattamāḥ somā indrāya mandinaḥ .
1 6 2 0603c pavitravanto akṣarandevāngacchantu vo madāḥ .. 547
1 6 2 0604a somāḥ pavanta indavo 'smabhyaṃ gātuvittamāḥ .
1 6 2 0604c mitrāḥ svānā arepasaḥ svādhyaḥ svarvidaḥ .. 548
1 6 2 0605a abhī no vājasātamaṃ rayimarṣa śataspṛham .
1 6 2 0605c indo sahasrabharṇasaṃ tuvidyumnaṃ vibhāsaham .. 549
1 6 2 0606a abhī navante adruhaḥ priyamindrasya kāmyam .
1 6 2 0606c vatsaṃ na pūrva āyuni jātaṃ rihanti mātaraḥ .. 550
1 6 2 0607a ā haryatāya dhṛṣṇave dhanuṣṭanvanti pauṃsyam .
1 6 2 0607c śukrā vi yantyasurāya nirṇije vipāmagre mahīyuvaḥ .. 551
1 6 2 0608a pari tyaṃ haryataṃ hariṃ babhruṃ punanti vāreṇa .
1 6 2 0608c yo devānviśvāṃ itpari madena saha gacchati .. 552
1 6 2 0609a pra sunvānāsyāndhaso marto na vaṣṭa tadvacaḥ .
1 6 2 0609c apa śvānamarādhasaṃ hatā makhaṃ na bhṛgavaḥ .. 553

For first possession of your juice. for the exhilarating drink,
Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!

As Pushan. Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.
He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.

The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined,. flow
Effused, the source of Indra's joy: may your strong juices reach the Gods!

For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of weal,
Effused as friends, without a spot, benevolent, finders of the. light.

Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning spoil,
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the light!

The guileless ones are singing praise to Indra's well-beloved friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.

They for the bold and lovely one ply manly vigour like a bow;
Bright, glad, in front of songs they spread to form a vesture for the Lord.

Him with ths fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities.

Let him, as mortal, crave this speech, for him who presses, of the juice,
As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away!