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    Stanza 10.94.1

    प्रैते व॑दन्तु॒ प्र व॒यं व॑दाम॒ ग्राव॑भ्यो॒ वाचं॑ वदता॒ वद॑द्भ्यः | यद॑द्रयः पर्वताः सा॒कमा॒शवः॒ श्लोकं॒ घोषं॒ भर॒थेन्द्रा॑य सो॒मिनः॑ ||

    praíté vadantu prá vayáṁ vadāma grā́vabhyo vā́caṁ vadatā vádadbhyaḥ yád adrayaḥ parvatāḥ sākám āśávaḥ ślókaṁ ghóṣam bhárathéndrāya somínaḥ

    Let these speak out loudly; let us speak out aloud. To the pressing stones, the speaking ones, let us address our speech. When, O stones, O mountains, you swift ones, united with Soma, bring forth a loud sound for Indra!

    Stanza 10.94.2

    ए॒ते व॑दन्ति श॒तव॑त्स॒हस्र॑वद॒भि क्र॑न्दन्ति॒ हरि॑तेभिरा॒सभिः॑ | वि॒ष्ट्वी ग्रावा॑णः सु॒कृतः॑ सुकृ॒त्यया॒ होतु॑श्चि॒त्पूर्वे॑ हवि॒रद्य॑माशत ||

    eté vadanti śatávat sahásravad abhí krandanti háritebhir āsábhiḥ viṣṭvī́ grā́vāṇaḥ sukŕ̥taḥ sukr̥tyáyā hótuś cit pū́rve havirádyam āśata

    These speak like a hundred, like a thousand voices; they cry out with their green mouths. The well-made stones, with their skillful action, have reached the offering even before the Hotar priest.

    Stanza 10.94.3

    ए॒ते व॑द॒न्त्यवि॑दन्न॒ना मधु॒ न्यू॑ङ्खयन्ते॒ अधि॑ प॒क्व आमि॑षि | वृ॒क्षस्य॒ शाखा॑मरु॒णस्य॒ बप्स॑त॒स्ते सूभ॑र्वा वृष॒भाः प्रेम॑राविषुः ||

    eté vadanty ávidann anā́ mádhu ny ūā̀ṅkhayante ádhi pakvá ā́miṣi vr̥kṣásya śā́khām aruṇásya bápsatas té sū́bharvā vr̥ṣabhā́ḥ prém arāviṣuḥ

    These speak, having found a sweet, delightful substance. They hum over the ripened, prepared food. Devouring the branch of the red tree, these bull-like ones have made a loud sound.

    Stanza 10.94.4

    बृ॒हद्व॑दन्ति मदि॒रेण॑ म॒न्दिनेन्द्रं॒ क्रोश॑न्तोऽविदन्न॒ना मधु॑ | सं॒रभ्या॒ धीराः॒ स्वसृ॑भिरनर्तिषुराघो॒षय॑न्तः पृथि॒वीमु॑प॒ब्दिभिः॑ ||

    br̥hád vadanti madiréṇa mandínéndraṁ króśanto 'vidann anā́ mádhu saṁrábhyā dhī́rāḥ svásr̥bhir anartiṣur āghoṣáyantaḥ pr̥thivī́m upabdíbhiḥ

    They speak with the exhilarating drink, calling to Indra, having found the sweet substance. The wise ones, having embraced the sisters, danced, making the earth resound with their shouts.

    Stanza 10.94.5

    सु॒प॒र्णा वाच॑मक्र॒तोप॒ द्यव्या॑ख॒रे कृष्णा॑ इषि॒रा अ॑नर्तिषुः | न्य१॒॑ङ्नि य॒न्त्युप॑रस्य निष्कृ॒तं पु॒रू रेतो॑ दधिरे सूर्य॒श्वितः॑ ||

    suparṇā́ vā́cam akratópa dyávy ākharé kŕ̥ṣṇā iṣirā́ anartiṣuḥ nyàṅ ní yanty úparasya niṣkr̥tám purū́ réto dadhire sūryaśvítaḥ

    The winged beings have made their sound in the sky. The dark, rapid ones danced in the heavens. They descend to the lower stone's fixed place, emitting their plentiful, sun-like stream.

    Stanza 10.94.6

    उ॒ग्रा इ॑व प्र॒वह॑न्तः स॒माय॑मुः सा॒कं यु॒क्ता वृष॑णो॒ बिभ्र॑तो॒ धुरः॑ | यच्छ्व॒सन्तो॑ जग्रसा॒ना अरा॑विषुः शृ॒ण्व ए॑षां प्रो॒थथो॒ अर्व॑तामिव ||

    ugrā́ iva praváhantaḥ samā́yamuḥ sākáṁ yuktā́ vŕ̥ṣaṇo bíbhrato dhúraḥ yác chvasánto jagrasānā́ árāviṣuḥ śr̥ṇvá eṣām prothátho árvatām iva

    Like powerful ones drawing, they came together. The harnessed, strong bulls, bearing the poles. Breathing hard and eating, they bellowed, their loud sounds resembling those of horses.

    Stanza 10.94.7

    दशा॑वनिभ्यो॒ दश॑कक्ष्येभ्यो॒ दश॑योक्त्रेभ्यो॒ दश॑योजनेभ्यः | दशा॑भीशुभ्यो अर्चता॒जरे॑भ्यो॒ दश॒ धुरो॒ दश॑ यु॒क्ता वह॑द्भ्यः ||

    dáśāvanibhyo dáśakakṣyebhyo dáśayoktrebhyo dáśayojanebhyaḥ dáśābhīśubhyo arcatājárebhyo dáśa dhúro dáśa yuktā́ váhadbhyaḥ

    To the ten-working ones, the ten-belted ones, the ten-yoked ones, the ten-joined ones, To the ten-reined ones, the eternal ones, sing praise; To the ten-pole bearers, the ten-yoked ones.

    Stanza 10.94.8

    ते अद्र॑यो॒ दश॑यन्त्रास आ॒शव॒स्तेषा॑मा॒धानं॒ पर्ये॑ति हर्य॒तम् | त ऊ॑ सु॒तस्य॑ सो॒म्यस्यान्ध॑सों॒ऽशोः पी॒यूषं॑ प्रथ॒मस्य॑ भेजिरे ||

    té ádrayo dáśayantrāsa āśávas téṣām ādhā́nam páry eti haryatám tá ū sutásya somyásyā́ndhaso 'ṁśóḥ pīyū́ṣam prathamásya bhejire

    These stones, having ten restraints, swift ones, revolve around with a pleasant movement. They have first tasted the pressed Soma juice, its nourishing essence, and the first taste of the stalk.

    Stanza 10.94.9

    ते सो॒मादो॒ हरी॒ इन्द्र॑स्य निंसतें॒ऽशुं दु॒हन्तो॒ अध्या॑सते॒ गवि॑ | तेभि॑र्दु॒ग्धं प॑पि॒वान्त्सो॒म्यं मध्विन्द्रो॑ वर्धते॒ प्रथ॑ते वृषा॒यते॑ ||

    té somā́do hárī índrasya niṁsate 'ṁśúṁ duhánto ádhy āsate gávi tébhir dugdhám papivā́n somyám mádhv índro vardhate práthate vr̥ṣāyáte

    These Soma-eaters approach Indra's bay-colored steeds. Draining the stalk, they sit on the cow's hide. Having drunk the Soma prepared by them, Indra grows, becomes famous, and is mighty.

    Stanza 10.94.10

    वृषा॑ वो अं॒शुर्न किला॑ रिषाथ॒नेळा॑वन्तः॒ सद॒मित्स्थ॒नाशि॑ताः | रै॒व॒त्येव॒ मह॑सा॒ चार॑वः स्थन॒ यस्य॑ ग्रावाणो॒ अजु॑षध्वमध्व॒रम् ||

    vŕ̥ṣā vo aṁśúr ná kílā riṣāthanéḷāvantaḥ sádam ít sthanā́śitāḥ raivatyéva máhasā cā́rava sthana yásya grāvāṇo ájuṣadhvam adhvarám

    Strong is your stalk; you will indeed not be harmed. Always satisfied, you have refreshment. You are beautiful with great splendor. O stones, you have delighted in whose sacrifice.

    Stanza 10.94.11

    तृ॒दि॒ला अतृ॑दिलासो॒ अद्र॑योऽश्रम॒णा अशृ॑थिता॒ अमृ॑त्यवः | अ॒ना॒तु॒रा अ॒जराः॒ स्थाम॑विष्णवः सुपी॒वसो॒ अतृ॑षिता॒ अतृ॑ष्णजः ||

    tr̥dilā́ átr̥dilāso ádrayo 'śramaṇā́ áśr̥thitā ámr̥tyavaḥ anāturā́ ajárā sthā́maviṣṇavaḥ supīváso átr̥ṣitā átr̥ṣṇajaḥ

    You are bored, not pierced; not loosened, not broken, immortal. Undiseased, eternal, moving strongly, unthirsty, well-nourished, without thirst.

    Stanza 10.94.12

    ध्रु॒वा ए॒व वः॑ पि॒तरो॑ यु॒गेयु॑गे॒ क्षेम॑कामासः॒ सद॑सो॒ न यु॑ञ्जते | अ॒जु॒र्यासो॑ हरि॒षाचो॑ ह॒रिद्र॑व॒ आ द्यां रवे॑ण पृथि॒वीम॑शुश्रवुः ||

    dhruvā́ evá vaḥ pitáro yugé-yuge kṣémakāmāsaḥ sádaso ná yuñjate ajuryā́so hariṣā́co harídrava ā́ dyā́ṁ ráveṇa pr̥thivī́m aśuśravuḥ

    Like your fathers, you stand firm through the ages, desiring rest, not separating from your place. Untiring, swift, you have made the heavens and earth hear with your voice.

    Stanza 10.94.13

    तदिद्व॑द॒न्त्यद्र॑यो वि॒मोच॑ने॒ याम॑न्नञ्ज॒स्पा इ॑व॒ घेदु॑प॒ब्दिभिः॑ | वप॑न्तो॒ बीज॑मिव धान्या॒कृतः॑ पृ॒ञ्चन्ति॒ सोमं॒ न मि॑नन्ति॒ बप्स॑तः ||

    tád íd vadanty ádrayo vimócane yā́mann añjaspā́ iva ghéd upabdíbhiḥ vápanto bī́jam iva dhānyākŕ̥taḥ pr̥ñcánti sómaṁ ná minanti bápsataḥ

    This indeed the stones proclaim, at their separation, with their sounds. Like farmers sowing seed, they mix the Soma, and, devouring, do not diminish it.

    Stanza 10.94.14

    सु॒ते अ॑ध्व॒रे अधि॒ वाच॑मक्र॒ता क्री॒ळयो॒ न मा॒तरं॑ तु॒दन्तः॑ | वि षू मु॑ञ्चा सुषु॒वुषो॑ मनी॒षां वि व॑र्तन्ता॒मद्र॑य॒श्चाय॑मानाः ||

    suté adhvaré ádhi vā́cam akratā́ krīḷáyo ná mātáraṁ tudántaḥ ví ṣū́ muñcā suṣuvúṣo manīṣā́ṁ ví vartantām ádrayaś cā́yamānāḥ

    They have raised their voice for the pressed Soma and the sacrifice, striking the mother earth playfully. Release your thought, O you who have pressed! May the stones, being honored, be separated.

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