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Rig Veda Book 9 Hymn 47 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 ||

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Rig Veda

  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.