Mandala 9, Hymn 50, Verse 1
उत्ते॒ शुष्मा॑स ईरते॒ सिन्धो॑रू॒र्मेरि॑व स्व॒नः वा॒णस्य॑ चोदया प॒विम्
"LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves: Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point."
Containing 5 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
उत्ते॒ शुष्मा॑स ईरते॒ सिन्धो॑रू॒र्मेरि॑व स्व॒नः वा॒णस्य॑ चोदया प॒विम्
"LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves: Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point."
प्र॒स॒वे त॒ उदी॑रते ति॒स्रो वाचो॑ मख॒स्युवः॑ यदव्य॒ एषि॒ सान॑वि
"At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou Flowest upon the fleecy ridge."
अव्यो॒ वारे॒ परि॑ प्रि॒यं हरिं॑ हिन्व॒न्त्यद्रि॑भिः पव॑मानं मधु॒श्चुत॑म्
"On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One, Even Pavamâna, dropping meath."
आ प॑वस्व मदिन्तम प॒वित्रं॒ धार॑या कवे अ॒र्कस्य॒ योनि॑मा॒सद॑म्
"Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer, To seat thee in the place of song."
स प॑वस्व मदिन्तम॒ गोभि॑रञ्जा॒नो अ॒क्तुभिः॑ इन्द॒विन्द्रा॑य पी॒तये॑
"Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm, Indu, for Indra, for his drink."