Sukta 38

Mantra 1

एष उ स्य वृषा रथोऽव्यो वारेभिरर्षति । गच्छन्वाजं सहस्रिणम् ॥

This indeed is that strong Bull, the chariot; with the imperishable coverings he streams on, moving toward the thousandfold plenitude of force.

Mantra 2

एतं त्रितस्य योषणो हरिं हिन्वन्त्यद्रिभिः । इन्दुमिन्द्राय पीतये ॥

This tawny one of Trita the maidens drive forward with the pressing-stones—the bright drop for Indra to drink.

Mantra 3

एतं त्यं हरितो दश मर्मृज्यन्ते अपस्युवः । याभिर्मदाय शुम्भते ॥

This very one the ten tawny steeds polish—those eager in the work—by whom he is adorned for the ecstasy of power.

Mantra 4

एष स्य मानुषीष्वा श्येनो न विक्षु सीदति । गच्छञ्जारो न योषितम् ॥

This Soma comes to settle among human beings like a falcon amid the clans; he goes forward like a lover toward the beloved—swift, intimate, inevitable.

Mantra 5

एष स्य मद्यो रसोऽव चष्टे दिवः शिशुः । य इन्दुर्वारमाविशत् ॥

This is his honeyed rasa, the child of heaven, that is seen here below—he, the bright drop, who has entered the enclosure.

Mantra 6

एष स्य पीतये सुतो हरिरर्षति धर्णसिः । क्रन्दन्योनिमभि प्रियम् ॥

This pressed Soma, tawny and streaming, moves for drinking, firm in its support; crying out, it hastens toward its dear womb—its own beloved seat of manifestation.