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Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 3220

SV 2 3220.1

इन्दुर्वाजी पवते गोन्योघा इन्द्रे सोमः सह इन्वन्मदाय । हन्ति रक्षो बाधते पर्यरातिं वरिवस्कृण्वन्वृजनस्य राजा

indurvājī pavate gonyoghā indre somaḥ saha invanmadāya | hanti rakṣo bādhate paryarātiṃ varivaskṛṇvanvṛjanasya rājā

The drop, the prize-winner, purifies itself, streaming in the cow's milk; soma in Indra, impelling strength for rapture; it slays the demon, drives hostility away on every side, making free space, the king of the settlement.

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

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, for his carousal. He quells malignity and slays the demons, King of the homestead, he who gives us comfort.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 3220.2

अध धारया मध्वा पृचानस्तिरो रोम पवते अद्रिदुग्धः । इन्दुरिन्द्रस्य सख्यं जुषाणो देवो देवस्य मत्सरो मदाय

adha dhārayā madhvā pṛcānastiro roma pavate adridugdhaḥ | indurindrasya sakhyaṃ juṣāṇo devo devasya matsaro madāya

Then, mingled with honey, he flows in a stream, milked out by the stones, (passing) through the hair (of the filter); the drop, delighting in Indra's friendship, a god for the god, exhilarating, for intoxication.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter-- Indu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the God who gladdens for the God's enjoyment.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 3220.3

अभि व्रतानि पवते पुनानो देवो देवान्त्स्वेन रसेन पृञ्चन् । इन्दुर्धर्माण्यृतुथा वसानो दश क्षिपो अव्यत सानो अव्ये

abhi vratāni pavate punāno devo devāntsvena rasena pṛñcan | indurdharmāṇyṛtuthā vasāno daśa kṣipo avyata sāno avye

Purifying himself, he flows toward the ordinances, a god mingling the gods with his own sap; the drop, clothing himself in his fixed forms at the due seasons, the ten fingers have enveloped him on the woolly back.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith

He flows, as he is cleansed, to sacred duties, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices. Indu hath, clothed in powers that suit the season, on the raised fleece engaged the ten swift fingers.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)