Mandala 9 – Hymn 38 [Rig Veda]

1. THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes To war that wins a thousand spoils. 2. The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One Indu to Indra for his drink. 3. Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright And beauteous for the gladdening draught. 4. He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men. Speeding like lover to his love. 5. This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven, This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve. 6. Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out, Unto the well-beloved place.



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