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Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 82

RV 9 82.1

असावि सोमो अरुषो वृषा हरी राजेव दस्मो अभि गा अचिक्रदत् । पुनानो वारम् पर्य् एत्य् अव्ययꣳ श्येनो न योनिꣳ घृतवन्तम् आसदम्

asāvi somo aruṣo vṛṣā harī rājeva dasmo abhi gā acikradat | punāno vāram pary ety avyayaṁ śyeno na yoniṁ ghṛtavantam āsadam

The Soma has been pressed, the ruddy bull, the tawny one; wondrous like a king, he has bellowed toward the cows. Being purified he passes around the sheep's-wool (filter), like a falcon, to sit in his ghee-filled womb.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

EVEN as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the Wondrous One hath bellowed to the kine. While purified he passes through the filtering fleece to seat him hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 82.2

कविर् वेधस्या पर्य् एषि माहिनम् अत्यो न मृष्टो अभि वाजम् अर्षसि । अपसेधन् दुरिता सोम मृऴय घृतꣳ वसानः परि यासि निर्णिजम्

kavir vedhasyā pary eṣi māhinam atyo na mṛṣṭo abhi vājam arṣasi | apasedhan duritā soma mṛḻaya ghṛtaṁ vasānaḥ pari yāsi nirṇijam

As a poet you go round the mighty (vessel) with ritual skill; like a curried steed you rush toward the prize. Driving away hard passages, Soma, be gracious; clothing yourself in ghee you go around your festal garment.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

To glory goest thou, Sage with disposing skill, like a groomed steed thou rusbest forward to the prize. O Soma, be thou gracious, driving off distress: thou goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 82.3

पर्जन्यः पिता महिषस्य पर्णिनो नाभा पृथिव्या गिरिषु क्षयꣳ दधे । स्वसार आपो अभि गा उतासरन् सꣳ ग्रावभिर् नसते वीते अध्वरे

parjanyaḥ pitā mahiṣasya parṇino nābhā pṛthivyā giriṣu kṣayaṁ dadhe | svasāra āpo abhi gā utāsaran saṁ grāvabhir nasate vīte adhvare

Parjanya is the father of the winged buffalo; on the navel of the earth, in the mountains, he has taken his dwelling. The waters, his sisters, have also run toward the cows; he unites with the pressing stones at the rite when it is pursued.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Parjanya is the Father of the Mighty Bird: on mountains, in earth's centre hath he made his home. The waters too have flowed, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 82.4

जायेव पत्याव् अधि शेव मꣳहसे पज्राया गर्भ शृणुहि ब्रवीमि ते । अन्तर् वाणीषु प्र चरा सु जीवसे ऽनिन्द्यो वृजने सोम जागृहि

jāyeva patyāv adhi śeva maṁhase pajrāyā garbha śṛṇuhi bravīmi te | antar vāṇīṣu pra carā su jīvase 'nindyo vṛjane soma jāgṛhi

Like a wife kindly toward her husband, you are generous; child of Pajrā, listen, I speak to you. Move forth well among the voices, for living; blameless, keep watch, Soma, in the community.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Thou givest pleasure as a wife delights her lord. Listen, O Child of Pajri, for to thee I speak. Amid the holy songs go on that we may live: in time of trouble, Soma, watch thou free from blame.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)

RV 9 82.5

यथा पूर्वेभ्यः शतसा अमृध्रः सहस्रसाः पर्यया वाजम् इन्दो । एवा पवस्व सुविताय नव्यसे तव व्रतम् अन्व् आपः सचन्ते

yathā pūrvebhyaḥ śatasā amṛdhraḥ sahasrasāḥ paryayā vājam indo | evā pavasva suvitāya navyase tava vratam anv āpaḥ sacante

As for the men of old you, unfailing, winner of hundreds, winner of thousands, encompassed the prize, O Indu — so purify yourself for new good passage; the waters follow after your ordinance.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

As to the men of old thou camest, Indu unharmed, to strengthen, winning hundreds, thousands, So now for new felicity flow onward: the waters follow as thy law ordaineth.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)