RV 9.38

Ralph T. H. Griffith, 1896 · 6 verses · Read at the source

9.38.1THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woolen filter, as he goes To war that wins a thousand spoils.

9.38.2The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One Indu to Indra for his drink.

9.38.3Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright And beauteous for the gladdening draught.

9.38.4He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men. Speeding like lover to his love.

9.38.5This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven, This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.

9.38.6Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out, Unto the well-beloved place.