Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 6109
SV 2 6109.1
सूर्यस्येव रश्मयो द्रावयित्नवो मत्सरासः प्रसुतः साकमीरते । तन्तुं ततं परि सर्गास आशवो नेन्द्रादृते पवते धाम किं चन
sūryasyeva raśmayo drāvayitnavo matsarāsaḥ prasutaḥ sākamīrate | tantuṃ tataṃ pari sargāsa āśavo nendrādṛte pavate dhāma kiṃ cana
Like the rays of the sun, sending (men) running, the intoxicating (drops), poured forth, move together; the swift streams (go) around the stretched thread; apart from Indra no abode is clarified.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, they issue forth together, gladdening as they flow, These swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 6109.2
उपो मतिः पृच्यते सिच्यते मधु मन्द्राजनी चोदते अन्तरासनि । पवमानः सन्तनिः सुन्वतामिव मधुमान्द्रप्सः परि वारमर्षति
upo matiḥ pṛcyate sicyate madhu mandrājanī codate antarāsani | pavamānaḥ santaniḥ sunvatāmiva madhumāndrapsaḥ pari vāramarṣati
The thought is mingled in, the honey is poured out; the gladdening driver urges within the mouth; Pavamāna, sounding forth as (the sound) of those who press, the honeyed drop flows about the fleece.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The thought is deeply fixed, the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth: And Pavamana, like the shout of those who press, the drop, rich in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 6109.3
उक्षा मिमेति प्रति यन्ति धेनवो देवस्य देवीरुप यन्ति निष्कृतं । अत्यक्रमीदर्जुनं वारमव्ययमत्कं न निक्तं परि सोमो अव्यत
ukṣā mimeti prati yanti dhenavo devasya devīrupa yanti niṣkṛtaṃ | atyakramīdarjunaṃ vāramavyayamatkaṃ na niktaṃ pari somo avyata
The bull bellows; the milch-cows come toward (him); the goddesses go up to the god's appointed place. He has stepped across the white fleece of sheep's wool; like a washed garment Soma has wrapped himself around.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
The bull is bellowing; the cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own resting-place. Onward hath Soma pressed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and hath, as 'twere, endued a garment newly washed.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)