Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 6208
SV 2 6208.1
अस्य प्रेषा हेमना पूयमानो देवो देवेभिः समपृक्त रसं । सुतः पवित्रं पर्येति रेभन्मितेव सद्म पशुमन्ति होता
asya preṣā hemanā pūyamāno devo devebhiḥ samapṛkta rasaṃ | sutaḥ pavitraṃ paryeti rebhanmiteva sadma paśumanti hotā
Being purified by his impulse, by his urging, the god has mingled his sap with the gods; pressed, he goes around the filter, singing, like a hotṛ (going around) cattle-rich, measured-out seats.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse, the God hath with his juice the Gods pervaded. Pressed, singing, to the sieve he goes, as passes the Hotar to enclosures hoiding cattle.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 6208.2
भद्रा वस्त्रा समन्याऽऽ३ वसानो महान्कविर्निवचनानि शंसन् । आ वच्यस्व चम्वोः पूयमानो विचक्षणो जागृविर्देववीतौ
bhadrā vastrā samanyā''3 vasāno mahānkavirnivacanāni śaṃsan | ā vacyasva camvoḥ pūyamāno vicakṣaṇo jāgṛvirdevavītau
Wearing auspicious garments together with (his) sisters(?), the great seer reciting recitations: roll yourself forward, being purified in the two vats, far-seeing, wakeful at the gods' banquet.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Robed in fair raiment meet to wear in combat, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations, Roll onward to the press-boards as they cleanse thee, far-seeing at the feast of Gods and watchful!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)
SV 2 6208.3
समु प्रियो मृज्यते सानो अव्ये यशस्तरो यशसां क्षैतो अस्मे । अभि स्वर धन्वा पूयमानो यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
samu priyo mṛjyate sāno avye yaśastaro yaśasāṃ kṣaito asme | abhi svara dhanvā pūyamāno yūyaṃ pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
The dear one is wiped clean upon the sheep's back, more glorious than the glorious, dwelling(?) in us; sound forth, run, being purified — do you (gods) always protect us with (your) blessings.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition — the model flagged this verse as uncertain
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a prince among us, nobler than the noble. Roar out as thou art purified, run forward! Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)