RV 9.23

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

9.23.1SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink, For sacred lore of every kind.

9.23.2Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come. They made the Sun that he might shine.

9.23.3O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth, And give us food with progeny.

9.23.4The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink, Turned to the vat which drips with meath.

9.23.5Soma grows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength, Brave Hero who repels the curse.

9.23.6For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods: Indu, thou fain wilt win us strength

9.23.7When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes: Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.