ऋग्वेद 9.77 (श्लोक 1) - Project अर्थ (Artha)

एष प्र कोशे मधुमाँ अचिक्रददिन्द्रस्य वज्रो वपुषो वपुष्टरः । अभीमृतस्य सुदुघा घृतश्चुतो वाश्रा अर्षन्ति पयसेव धेनवः ॥

eṣa pra kośe madhumā~ acikradadindrasya vajro vapuṣo vapuṣṭaraḥ | abhīmṛtasya sudughā ghṛtaścuto vāśrā arṣanti payaseva dhenavaḥ ||

The sweet-flavoured beverage sounds in the pitcher, the thunderbolt of Indra, more beautiful than the beautiful; (the stream) of this veracious (Soma) approach yielding much milk, dropping water, lowing like kine (laden) with milk.

स पूर्व्यः पवते यं दिवस्परि श्येनो मथायदिषितस्तिरो रजः । स मध्व आ युवते वेविजान इत्कृशानोरस्तुर्मनसाह बिभ्युषा ॥

sa pūrvyaḥ pavate yaṃ divaspari śyeno mathāyadiṣitastiro rajaḥ | sa madhva ā yuvate vevijāna itkṛśānorasturmanasāha bibhyuṣā ||

The ancient (Soma) flows, which the hawk, despatched (for the purpose), brought down from heaven passing through the (third) world; he detaches the sweet-flavoured (Soma) flying downwards, with mind full of fear of the archer Kṛśānu.

ते नः पूर्वास उपरास इन्दवो महे वाजाय धन्वन्तु गोमते । ईक्षेण्यासो अह्यो न चारवो ब्रह्मब्रह्म ये जुजुषुर्हविर्हविः ॥

te naḥ pūrvāsa uparāsa indavo mahe vājāya dhanvantu gomate | īkṣeṇyāso ahyo na cāravo brahmabrahma ye jujuṣurhavirhaviḥ ||

May the former and the latter Soma-juices flow to give us abundant food and milk, plural asing to look upon like beautiful well-adorned (women), which (juices) perform every prayer and every oblation.

अयं नो विद्वान्वनवद्वनुष्यत इन्दुः सत्राचा मनसा पुरुष्टुतः । इनस्य यः सदने गर्भमादधे गवामुरुब्जमभ्यर्षति व्रजम् ॥

ayaṃ no vidvānvanavadvanuṣyata induḥ satrācā manasā puruṣṭutaḥ | inasya yaḥ sadane garbhamādadhe gavāmurubjamabhyarṣati vrajam ||

May this Indu, praised of many, knowing those who desire to slay us, slay them with united mind; who being in the dwelling of the lord (Agni) deposits a germ (in the herds) and hastens to (our) milk-giving herd of cattle.

चक्रिर्दिवः पवते कृत्व्यो रसो महाँ अदब्धो वरुणो हुरुग्यते । असावि मित्रो वृजनेषु यज्ञियोऽत्यो न यूथे वृषयुः कनिक्रदत् ॥

cakrirdivaḥ pavate kṛtvyo raso mahā~ adabdho varuṇo hurugyate | asāvi mitro vṛjaneṣu yajñiyo'tyo na yūthe vṛṣayuḥ kanikradat ||

The maker of all, clever in work, the juice, mighty unassailable Varuṇa flows from heaven for the sake of him who go hither and thither; the friend of the adorable (Soma) is effused in affliction uttering a sound like an ardent horse amidst a herd (of mares). [