{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/rigveda/rv09082.htm","path":"hin/rigveda/rv09082.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/rigveda/rv09082.htm","text":"Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1896]\n1. EVEN as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the Wondrous One hath bellowed to the kine.\n While purified he passes through the filtering fleece to seat him hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.\n 2. To glory goest thou, Sage with disposing skill, like a groomed steed thou rusbest forward to the prize.\n O Soma, be thou gracious, driving off distress: thou goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state.\n 3 Parjanya is the Father of the Mighty Bird: on mountains, in earth's centre hath he made his home.\n The waters too have flowed, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.\n 4 Thou givest pleasure as a wife delights her lord. Listen, O Child of Pajri, for to thee I speak.\n Amid the holy songs go on that we may live: in time of trouble, Soma, watch thou free from blame.\n 5 As to the men of old thou camest, Indu unharmed, to strengthen, winning hundreds, thousands,\n So now for new felicity flow onward: the waters follow as thy law ordaineth.","title":"Rig Veda: Rig-Veda, Book 9: HYMN LXXXII. Soma Pavamana.","type":"page"}