Mandala 9, Hymn 38, Verse 1
ए॒ष उ॒ स्य वृषा॒ रथोऽव्यो॒ वारे॑भिरर्षति गच्छ॒न्वाजं॑ सह॒स्रिण॑म्
"THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes To war that wins a thousand spoils."
Containing 6 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
ए॒ष उ॒ स्य वृषा॒ रथोऽव्यो॒ वारे॑भिरर्षति गच्छ॒न्वाजं॑ सह॒स्रिण॑म्
"THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes To war that wins a thousand spoils."
ए॒तं त्रि॒तस्य॒ योष॑णो॒ हरिं॑ हिन्व॒न्त्यद्रि॑भिः इन्दु॒मिन्द्रा॑य पी॒तये॑
"The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One Indu to Indra for his drink."
ए॒तं त्यं ह॒रितो॒ दश॑ मर्मृ॒ज्यन्ते॑ अप॒स्युवः॑ याभि॒र्मदा॑य॒ शुम्भ॑ते
"Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright And beauteous for the gladdening draught."
ए॒ष स्य मानु॑षी॒ष्वा श्ये॒नो न वि॒क्षु सी॑दति गच्छ॑ञ्जा॒रो न यो॒षित॑म्
"He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men. Speeding like lover to his love."
ए॒ष स्य मद्यो॒ रसोऽव॑ चष्टे दि॒वः शिशुः॑ य इन्दु॒र्वार॒मावि॑शत्
"This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven, This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve."
ए॒ष स्य पी॒तये॑ सु॒तो हरि॑रर्षति धर्ण॒सिः क्रन्द॒न्योनि॑म॒भि प्रि॒यम्
"Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out, Unto the well-beloved place."