Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 85

RV 9 85.1

इन्द्राय सोम सुषुतः परि स्रवापामीवा भवतु रक्षसा सह । मा ते रसस्य मत्सत द्वयाविनो द्रविणस्वन्त इह सन्त्व् इन्दवः

indrāya soma suṣutaḥ pari sravāpāmīvā bhavatu rakṣasā saha | mā te rasasya matsata dvayāvino draviṇasvanta iha santv indavaḥ

O Soma, well-pressed, flow around for Indra; let sickness be gone away along with the demon. Let not the double-dealers take delight in your juice; let the drops here be full of riches.

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RV 9 85.2

अस्मान् समर्ये पवमान चोदय दक्षो देवानाम् असि हि प्रियो मदः । जहि शत्रूꣳर् अभ्य् आ भन्दनायतः पिबेन्द्र सोमम् अव नो मृधो जहि

asmān samarye pavamāna codaya dakṣo devānām asi hi priyo madaḥ | jahi śatrūm̐r abhy ā bhandanāyataḥ pibendra somam ava no mṛdho jahi

Spur us on in the contest, O Pavamāna, for you are the skill, the dear intoxication of the gods. Slay the foes; (flow) toward those who acclaim (you). Drink the Soma, Indra; strike down our scorners.

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RV 9 85.3

अदब्ध इन्दो पवसे मदिन्तम आत्मेन्द्रस्य भवसि धासिर् उत्तमः । अभि स्वरन्ति बहवो मनीषिणो राजानम् अस्य भुवनस्य निꣳसते

adabdha indo pavase madintama ātmendrasya bhavasi dhāsir uttamaḥ | abhi svaranti bahavo manīṣiṇo rājānam asya bhuvanasya niṁsate

Unharmed, O drop, you flow, most intoxicating; you become the self of Indra, his highest nourishment. Many thoughtful ones sing toward (you); they kiss the king of this world.

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RV 9 85.4

सहस्रणीथः शतधारो अद्भुत इन्द्रायेन्दुः पवते काम्यम् मधु । जयन् क्षेत्रम् अभ्य् अर्षा जयन्न् अप उरुꣳ नो गातुꣳ कृणु सोम मीढ्वः

sahasraṇīthaḥ śatadhāro adbhuta indrāyenduḥ pavate kāmyam madhu | jayan kṣetram abhy arṣā jayann apa uruṁ no gātuṁ kṛṇu soma mīḍhvaḥ

Of a thousand paths, of a hundred streams, wondrous, the drop flows for Indra as desirable honey. Winning the field, flow onward, winning the waters; make wide passage for us, O Soma, O bountiful one.

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RV 9 85.5

कनिक्रदत् कलशे गोभिर् अज्यसे व्य् अ१व्ययꣳ समया वारम् अर्षसि । मर्मृज्यमानो अत्यो न सानसिर् इन्द्रस्य सोम जठरे सम् अक्षरः

kanikradat kalaśe gobhir ajyase vy a1vyayaṁ samayā vāram arṣasi | marmṛjyamāno atyo na sānasir indrasya soma jaṭhare sam akṣaraḥ

Bellowing in the jar, you are anointed with the milk; you flow through the sheep's fleece, right through the wool. Being groomed like a steed that wins, you have flowed together, O Soma, into Indra's belly.

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RV 9 85.6

स्वादुः पवस्व दिव्याय जन्मने स्वादुर् इन्द्राय सुहवीतुनाम्ने । स्वादुर् मित्राय वरुणाय वायवे बृहस्पतये मधुमाꣳ अदाभ्यः

svāduḥ pavasva divyāya janmane svādur indrāya suhavītunāmne | svādur mitrāya varuṇāya vāyave bṛhaspataye madhumām̐ adābhyaḥ

Flow sweet for the heavenly race, sweet for Indra whose name is good to call on; sweet for Mitra, for Varuṇa, for Vāyu, for Bṛhaspati—full of honey, not to be deceived.

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RV 9 85.7

अत्यम् मृजन्ति कलशे दश क्षिपः प्र विप्राणाम् मतयो वाच ईरते । पवमाना अभ्य् अर्षन्ति सुष्टुतिम् एन्द्रꣳ विशन्ति मदिरास इन्दवः

atyam mṛjanti kalaśe daśa kṣipaḥ pra viprāṇām matayo vāca īrate | pavamānā abhy arṣanti suṣṭutim endraṁ viśanti madirāsa indavaḥ

The ten fingers groom the steed in the jar; the thoughts and the speeches of the inspired ones go forth. The flowing (drops) stream toward the fair praise; the intoxicating drops enter Indra.

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RV 9 85.8

पवमानो अभ्य् अर्षा सुवीर्यम् उर्वीꣳ गव्यूतिम् महि शर्म सप्रथः । माकिर् नो अस्य परिषूतिर् ईशतेन्दो जयेम त्वया धनꣳ-धनम्

pavamāno abhy arṣā suvīryam urvīṁ gavyūtim mahi śarma saprathaḥ | mākir no asya pariṣūtir īśatendo jayema tvayā dhanaṁ-dhanam

As Pavamāna, flow toward (us) good heroes, wide pasture, great far-extending shelter. Let no constriction of this (world) have power over us; O drop, with you may we win prize after prize.

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RV 9 85.9

अधि द्याम् अस्थाद् वृषभो विचक्षणो ऽरूरुचद् वि दिवो रोचना कविः । राजा पवित्रम् अत्य् एति रोरुवद् दिवः पीयूषꣳ दुहते नृचक्षसः

adhi dyām asthād vṛṣabho vicakṣaṇo 'rūrucad vi divo rocanā kaviḥ | rājā pavitram aty eti roruvad divaḥ pīyūṣaṁ duhate nṛcakṣasaḥ

The far-gazing bull has stood upon heaven; the seer has lit up the bright realms of heaven. The king goes across the filter, roaring; those who look upon men milk out the cream of heaven.

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RV 9 85.10

दिवो नाके मधुजिह्वा असश्चतो वेना दुहन्त्य् उक्षणꣳ गिरिष्ठाम् । अप्सु द्रप्सꣳ वावृधानꣳ समुद्र आ सिन्धोर् ऊर्मा मधुमन्तम् पवित्र आ

divo nāke madhujihvā asaścato venā duhanty ukṣaṇaṁ giriṣṭhām | apsu drapsaṁ vāvṛdhānaṁ samudra ā sindhor ūrmā madhumantam pavitra ā

At the vault of heaven the honey-tongued Venas, never failing, milk the bull that stands on the mountain—the drop in the waters, grown strong in the sea, the honeyed one in the river's wave, in the filter.

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RV 9 85.11

नाके सुपर्णम् उपपप्तिवाꣳसꣳ गिरो वेनानाम् अकृपन्त पूर्वीः । शिशुꣳ रिहन्ति मतयः पनिप्नतꣳ हिरण्ययꣳ शकुनꣳ क्षामणि स्थाम्

nāke suparṇam upapaptivāṁsaṁ giro venānām akṛpanta pūrvīḥ | śiśuṁ rihanti matayaḥ panipnataṁ hiraṇyayaṁ śakunaṁ kṣāmaṇi sthām

The many songs of the Venas have yearned for the eagle that had flown up to the vault; the thoughts lick the wondering child, the golden bird standing on the earth.

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RV 9 85.12

ऊर्ध्वो गन्धर्वो अधि नाके अस्थाद् विश्वा रूपा प्रतिचक्षाणो अस्य । भानुः शुक्रेण शोचिषा व्य् अद्यौत् प्रारूरुचद् रोदसी मातरा शुचिः

ūrdhvo gandharvo adhi nāke asthād viśvā rūpā praticakṣāṇo asya | bhānuḥ śukreṇa śociṣā vy adyaut prārūrucad rodasī mātarā śuciḥ

Upright the Gandharva has stood upon the vault, looking out upon all his forms. His beam has blazed forth with bright flame; pure, he has lit up the two mothers, heaven and earth.

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