HYMN XLVII. Soma Pavamana. – Rig Veda – Book 9
अया सोमः सुक्र्त्यया महश्चिदभ्यवर्धत |
मन्दान उद्व्र्षायते ||
कर्तानीदस्य कर्त्वा चेतन्ते दस्युतर्हणा |
रणा च धर्ष्णुश्चयते ||
आत सोम इन्द्रियो रसो वज्रः सहस्रसा भुवत |
उक्थं यदस्य जायते ||
सवयं कविर्विधर्तरि विप्राय रत्नमिछति |
यदी मर्म्र्ज्यते धियः ||
सिषासतू रयीणां वाजेष्वर्वतामिव |
भरेषु जिग्युषामसि ||
ayā somaḥ sukṛtyayā mahaścidabhyavardhata |
mandāna udvṛṣāyate ||
kṛtānīdasya kartvā cetante dasyutarhaṇā |
ṛṇā ca dhṛṣṇuścayate ||
āt soma indriyo raso vajraḥ sahasrasā bhuvat |
ukthaṃ yadasya jāyate ||
svayaṃ kavirvidhartari viprāya ratnamichati |
yadī marmṛjyate dhiyaḥ ||
siṣāsatū rayīṇāṃ vājeṣvarvatāmiva |
bhareṣu jighyuṣāmasi ||
Translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith
1. GREAT as he was, Soma hath gained strength by this high solemnity:
joyous he riseth like a bull.
2 His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest:
He sternly reckoneth their debts.
3 Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra’s juice, becomes
A thousand-winning thunderbolt.
4 Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage
When he embellisheth his songs.
5 Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war
Thou art upon the conquerors’ side.