Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 78

RV 9 78.1

प्र राजा वाचꣳ जनयन्न् असिष्यदद् अपो वसानो अभि गा इयक्षति । गृभ्णाति रिप्रम् अविर् अस्य तान्वा शुद्धो देवानाम् उप याति निष्कृतम्

pra rājā vācaṁ janayann asiṣyadad apo vasāno abhi gā iyakṣati | gṛbhṇāti ripram avir asya tānvā śuddho devānām upa yāti niṣkṛtam

The king, begetting speech, has streamed forth; clothing himself in the waters he seeks the cows. The sheep('s fleece) seizes the filth of him with its body(-hairs); purified, he goes to the meeting-place of the gods.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain

RV 9 78.2

इन्द्राय सोम परि षिच्यसे नृभिर् नृचक्षा ऊर्मिः कविर् अज्यसे वने । पूर्वीर् हि ते स्रुतयः सन्ति यातवे सहस्रम् अश्वा हरयश् चमूषदः

indrāya soma pari ṣicyase nṛbhir nṛcakṣā ūrmiḥ kavir ajyase vane | pūrvīr hi te srutayaḥ santi yātave sahasram aśvā harayaś camūṣadaḥ

For Indra, O Soma, you are poured out round about by the men; a man-beholding wave, a seer, you are anointed in the wooden (vessel). For many are your paths for travelling, a thousand bay mares that sit in the bowls.

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RV 9 78.3

समुद्रिया अप्सरसो मनीषिणम् आसीना अन्तर् अभि सोमम् अक्षरन् । ता ईꣳ हिन्वन्ति हर्म्यस्य सक्षणिꣳ याचन्ते सुम्नम् पवमानम् अक्षितम्

samudriyā apsaraso manīṣiṇam āsīnā antar abhi somam akṣaran | tā īṁ hinvanti harmyasya sakṣaṇiṁ yācante sumnam pavamānam akṣitam

The sea-born Apsarases, seated within, have flowed toward the thoughtful Soma. They urge on him who wins the (heavenly) dwelling; they ask favour of the imperishable Pavamāna.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain

RV 9 78.4

गोजिन् नः सोमो रथजिद् धिरण्यजित् स्वर्जिद् अब्जित् पवते सहस्रजित् । यꣳ देवासश् चक्रिरे पीतये मदꣳ स्वादिष्ठꣳ द्रप्सम् अरुणम् मयोभुवम्

gojin naḥ somo rathajid dhiraṇyajit svarjid abjit pavate sahasrajit | yaṁ devāsaś cakrire pītaye madaṁ svādiṣṭhaṁ drapsam aruṇam mayobhuvam

Cow-winning is our Soma, chariot-winning, gold-winning, sun-winning, water-winning; thousand-winning he purifies himself — whom the gods made their drink, the sweetest intoxication, the ruddy drop that brings ease.

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RV 9 78.5

एतानि सोम पवमानो अस्मयुः सत्यानि कृण्वन् द्रविणान्य् अर्षसि । जहि शत्रुम् अन्तिके दूरके च य उर्वीꣳ गव्यूतिम् अभयꣳ च नस् कृधि

etāni soma pavamāno asmayuḥ satyāni kṛṇvan draviṇāny arṣasi | jahi śatrum antike dūrake ca ya urvīṁ gavyūtim abhayaṁ ca nas kṛdhi

These true riches, O Soma, purifying yourself and devoted to us, you make and stream (to us). Slay the rival who is near and who is far off; make wide pasture and safety for us.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition