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    Stanza 9.92.1

    परि॑ सुवा॒नो हरि॑रं॒शुः प॒वित्रे॒ रथो॒ न स॑र्जि स॒नये॑ हिया॒नः | आप॒च्छ्लोक॑मिन्द्रि॒यं पू॒यमा॑नः॒ प्रति॑ दे॒वाँ अ॑जुषत॒ प्रयो॑भिः ||

    pári suvānó hárir aṁśúḥ pavítre rátho ná sarji sanáye hiyānáḥ ā́pac chlókam indriyám pūyámānaḥ práti devā́m̐ ajuṣata práyobhiḥ

    The golden, pressed juice, purified on the filter, is sent forth like a chariot to win. While being cleansed, it gains praise and strength, and it pleases the gods with its offerings.

    Stanza 9.92.2

    अच्छा॑ नृ॒चक्षा॑ असरत्प॒वित्रे॒ नाम॒ दधा॑नः क॒विर॑स्य॒ योनौ॑ | सीद॒न्होते॑व॒ सद॑ने च॒मूषूपे॑मग्म॒न्नृष॑यः स॒प्त विप्राः॑ ||

    áchā nr̥cákṣā asarat pavítre nā́ma dádhānaḥ kavír asya yónau sī́dan hóteva sádane camū́ṣū́pem agmann ŕ̥ṣayaḥ saptá víprāḥ

    He who sees humans has arrived at the filter, the wise one, carrying his name, has settled in his dwelling. Like a priest in his place, seven wise singers came to him, settling among the vessels.

    Stanza 9.92.3

    प्र सु॑मे॒धा गा॑तु॒विद्वि॒श्वदे॑वः॒ सोमः॑ पुना॒नः सद॑ एति॒ नित्य॑म् | भुव॒द्विश्वे॑षु॒ काव्ये॑षु॒ रन्तानु॒ जना॑न्यतते॒ पञ्च॒ धीरः॑ ||

    prá sumedhā́ gātuvíd viśvádevaḥ sómaḥ punānáḥ sáda eti nítyam bhúvad víśveṣu kā́vyeṣu rántā́nu jánān yatate páñca dhī́raḥ

    Soma, with great wisdom and for all gods, flows through, reaching his constant dwelling. He rejoices in all his wisdom, and the sage strives for the five peoples.

    Stanza 9.92.4

    तव॒ त्ये सो॑म पवमान नि॒ण्ये विश्वे॑ दे॒वास्त्रय॑ एकाद॒शासः॑ | दश॑ स्व॒धाभि॒रधि॒ सानो॒ अव्ये॑ मृ॒जन्ति॑ त्वा न॒द्यः॑ स॒प्त य॒ह्वीः ||

    táva tyé soma pavamāna niṇyé víśve devā́s tráya ekādaśā́saḥ dáśa svadhā́bhir ádhi sā́no ávye mr̥jánti tvā nadyàḥ saptá yahvī́ḥ

    Your mysterious place, O Soma, contains all the gods, the thirty-three. Ten, with their own power, and seven great rivers cleanse you on the fleece in the high place.

    Stanza 9.92.5

    तन्नु स॒त्यं पव॑मानस्यास्तु॒ यत्र॒ विश्वे॑ का॒रवः॑ सं॒नस॑न्त | ज्योति॒र्यदह्ने॒ अकृ॑णोदु लो॒कं प्राव॒न्मनुं॒ दस्य॑वे कर॒भीक॑म् ||

    tán nú satyám pávamānasyāstu yátra víśve kārávaḥ saṁnásanta jyótir yád áhne ákr̥ṇod ulokám prā́van mánuṁ dásyave kar abhī́kam

    Let this be the truth of the purifying Soma: where all the singers gather, he who made the light for the day and created space, has helped Manu and driven away the enemy.

    Stanza 9.92.6

    परि॒ सद्मे॑व पशु॒मान्ति॒ होता॒ राजा॒ न स॒त्यः समि॑तीरिया॒नः | सोमः॑ पुना॒नः क॒लशाँ॑ अयासी॒त्सीद॑न्मृ॒गो न म॑हि॒षो वने॑षु ||

    pári sádmeva paśumā́nti hótā rā́jā ná satyáḥ sámitīr iyānáḥ sómaḥ punānáḥ kaláśām̐ ayāsīt sī́dan mr̥gó ná mahiṣó váneṣu

    Like a priest seeking a home with cattle, or a true king going to assemblies, Soma, while purified, entered the cups. He settled like a wild bull in the forest.

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