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Samaveda — Purvarchika — Chapter 6209

SV 1 6209.1

पवस्व मधुमत्तम इन्द्राय सोम क्रतुवित्तमो मदः । महि द्युक्षतमो मदः

pavasva madhumattama indrāya soma kratuvittamo madaḥ | mahi dyukṣatamo madaḥ

Flow clear, most honey-rich, for Indra, O Soma — the exhilaration most finding of kratu, the great exhilaration most dwelling in heaven.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

SV 1 6209.2

अभि द्युम्नं बृहद्यश इषस्पते दिदीहि देव देवयुं । वि कोशं मध्यमं युव

abhi dyumnaṃ bṛhadyaśa iṣaspate didīhi deva devayuṃ | vi kośaṃ madhyamaṃ yuva

Shine upon brilliance and lofty glory, O lord of refreshment, O god, upon the one devoted to the gods; open up the middle vat.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God, on the friend of Gods: Unclose the cask of middle air!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 1 6209.3

आ सोता परि षिञ्चताश्वं न स्तोममप्तुरं रजस्तुरं । वनप्रक्षमुदप्रुतं

ā sotā pari ṣiñcatāśvaṃ na stomamapturaṃ rajasturaṃ | vanaprakṣamudaprutaṃ

Press out (the soma), pour it round about — the praise-song that speeds through the waters, that speeds through the airy space, like a horse; (soma) pressed by the wood, swimming in water.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy, speeding through the region and the flood, Who swims in water, dwells in wood!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 1 6209.4

एतमु त्यं मदच्युतं सहस्रधारं वृषभं दिवोदुहं । विश्वा वसूनि बिभ्रतं

etamu tyaṃ madacyutaṃ sahasradhāraṃ vṛṣabhaṃ divoduhaṃ | viśvā vasūni bibhrataṃ

Him, that one, dripping with intoxication, of a thousand streams, the bull milked from heaven, bearing all good things —

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Him, even this Steer who milks the heavens, him with a thousand streams, distilling rapturous joy, Him who brings all things excellent.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 1 6209.5

स सुन्वे यो वसूनां यो रायामानेता य इडानां । सोमो यः सुक्षितीनां

sa sunve yo vasūnāṃ yo rāyāmānetā ya iḍānāṃ | somo yaḥ sukṣitīnāṃ

He is pressed, who is the bringer of goods, who of riches, who of refreshments — Soma, who (is the bringer) of good dwellings.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of' wealth and sweet refreshing food, Soma who brings us quiet homes.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 1 6209.6

त्वं ह्या३ङ्ग दैव्या पवमान जनिमानि द्युमत्तमः । अमृतत्वाय घोषयन्

tvaṃ hyā3ṅga daivyā pavamāna janimāni dyumattamaḥ | amṛtatvāya ghoṣayan

For you indeed, O Pavamāna, most brilliant, (proclaim) the divine births — proclaiming (them) aloud for immortality.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

For, verily, Pavamana, thou, divine! endued with brightest splendour calling all Creatures to immortality.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 1 6209.7

एष स्य धारया सुतोऽव्यो वारेभिः पवते मदिन्तमः । क्रीडन्नूर्मिरपामिव

eṣa sya dhārayā suto'vyo vārebhiḥ pavate madintamaḥ | krīḍannūrmirapāmiva

This one here, pressed, flows clear in a stream through the sheep's-wool filter, most intoxicating, playing like a wave of the waters.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the longwool of the sheep, Sporting, as 'twere the waters' wave.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 1 6209.8

य उस्रिया अपि या अन्तरश्मनि निर्गा अकृन्तदोजसा । अभि व्रजं तत्निषे गव्यमश्व्यं वर्मीव धृष्णवा रुज

ya usriyā api yā antaraśmani nirgā akṛntadojasā | abhi vrajaṃ tatniṣe gavyamaśvyaṃ varmīva dhṛṣṇavā ruja

You who with your force cut out the ruddy cows, the cows that were within the rock — stretch out for us a pen of cattle and of horses; break (it) open, O bold one, like one armoured.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

He who from out the rocky cavern with his might took forth the red-refulgent cows-- Thou drewest to thyself the stall of kine and steeds: burst it, brave Lord, like one in mail; yea, burst it, O brave Lord, like one in mail!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)