Rigveda Samhita — Mandala 9 — Chapter 92
RV 9 92.1
परि सुवानो हरिर् अꣳशुः पवित्रे रथो न सर्जि सनये हियानः । आपच् छ्लोकम् इन्द्रियम् पूयमानः प्रति देवाꣳ अजुषत प्रयोभिः
pari suvāno harir aṁśuḥ pavitre ratho na sarji sanaye hiyānaḥ | āpac chlokam indriyam pūyamānaḥ prati devām̐ ajuṣata prayobhiḥ
Pressed out, the tawny stalk has been released round about into the filter, like a chariot urged on for the winning; being purified he has reached the sound of Indra's power; he has found favour with the gods by his refreshments.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
THE gold-hued juice, poured out upon the filter, is started like a car sent forth to conquer. He hath gained song and vigour while they cleansed him, and hath rejoiced the Gods with entertainments.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 92.2
अच्छा नृचक्षा असरत् पवित्रे नाम दधानः कविर् अस्य योनौ । सीदन् होतेव सदने चमूषूपेम् अग्मन्न् ऋषयः सप्त विप्राः
acchā nṛcakṣā asarat pavitre nāma dadhānaḥ kavir asya yonau | sīdan hoteva sadane camūṣūpem agmann ṛṣayaḥ sapta viprāḥ
Looking upon men, he has run into the filter, the seer taking on his name in his womb; sitting like a hotṛ in his seat, in the bowls — the seven inspired ṛṣis have come to him.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
He who beholdeth man hath reached the filter: bearing his name, the Sage hath sought his dwelling. The R̥ishis came to him, seven holy singers, when in the bowls he settled as Invoker.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 92.3
प्र सुमेधा गातुविद् विश्वदेवः सोमः पुनानः सद एति नित्यम् । भुवद् विश्वेषु काव्येषु रन्तानु जनान् यतते पञ्च धीरः
pra sumedhā gātuvid viśvadevaḥ somaḥ punānaḥ sada eti nityam | bhuvad viśveṣu kāvyeṣu rantānu janān yatate pañca dhīraḥ
Forth goes the very wise, path-finding, all-divine Soma, purifying himself, to his own eternal seat. Let him be a delight in all poetic works; the steadfast one marshals the five peoples in order.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Shared by all Gods, mobt wise, propitious, Soma goes, while they cleanse him, to his constant station. Let him rejoice in all his lofty wisdom to the Five Tribes the Sage attains with labour.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 92.4
तव त्ये सोम पवमान निण्ये विश्वे देवास् त्रय एकादशासः । दश स्वधाभिर् अधि सानो अव्ये मृजन्ति त्वा नद्यः सप्त यह्वीः
tava tye soma pavamāna niṇye viśve devās traya ekādaśāsaḥ | daśa svadhābhir adhi sāno avye mṛjanti tvā nadyaḥ sapta yahvīḥ
In thy secret place, O Soma Pavamāna, (are) all those gods, the three elevens; the ten (fingers) by their own powers upon the woollen ridge polish thee, (and) the seven mighty rivers.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
In thy mysterious place, O Pavamâna Soma, are all the Gods, the Thrice-Eleven. Ten on the fleecy height, themselves, self-prompted, and seven fresh rivers, brighten and adorn thee.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 92.5
तन् नु सत्यम् पवमानस्यास्तु यत्र विश्वे कारवः सꣳनसन्त । ज्योतिर् यद् अह्ने अकृणोद् उ लोकम् प्रावन् मनुꣳ दस्यवे कर् अभीकम्
tan nu satyam pavamānasyāstu yatra viśve kāravaḥ saṁnasanta | jyotir yad ahne akṛṇod u lokam prāvan manuṁ dasyave kar abhīkam
Let that now be the truth of the Pavamāna, wherein all the poets come together: that he made light for the day and (made) room, that he helped Manu, and made an encounter for the Dasyu.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Now let this be the truth of Pavamâna, there where all singers gather them together, That he hath given us room and made the daylight, hath holpen Manu and repelled the Dasyu.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)
RV 9 92.6
परि सद्मेव पशुमान्ति होता राजा न सत्यः समितीर् इयानः । सोमः पुनानः कलशाꣳ अयासीत् सीदन् मृगो न महिषो वनेषु
pari sadmeva paśumānti hotā rājā na satyaḥ samitīr iyānaḥ | somaḥ punānaḥ kalaśām̐ ayāsīt sīdan mṛgo na mahiṣo vaneṣu
Like a hotṛ (going) round the cattle-rich seats, like a true king going to the assemblies, Soma, being purified, has gone to the jars, settling like a wild beast, a buffalo, in the woods (wooden vessels).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King who goes to great assemblies, Soma hath sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and like a wild bull, in the wood hath settled.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1896)