RV 9.19

Ralph T. H. Griffith, 1896 · 7 verses · Read at the source

9.19.1O SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet For lauds, that is in earth and heaven.

9.19.2For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine: Great Rulers, prosper ye our songs.

9.19.3The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass, Hath sunk and settled in his home.

9.19.4Over the Steer's productive flow the sacred songs were resonant, The mothers of the darling Son.

9.19.5Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine who long to meet their Lord, The kine who yield the shining milk?

9.19.6Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies: O Pavamana, find us wealth.

9.19.7Soma, bring down the foeman's might, his vigorous strength and vital powe'r, Whether he be afar or near.