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Rig Veda 9.38: THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woolen filter, as he goes

by The Rishis of the Rig Veda c. 1500–1000 BCE (traditional; uncertain)

Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896) · From The Hymns of the Rigveda (1896)

Religion

THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woolen filter, as he goes
To war that wins a thousand spoils.

The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One
Indu to Indra for his drink.

Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright
And beauteous for the gladdening draught.

He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.
Speeding like lover to his love.

This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,
This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.

Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out,
Unto the well-beloved place.

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MLA

Veda, The Rishis of the Rig. “Rig Veda 9.38: THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woolen filter, as he goes.” Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rigveda-rishis/759/.

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Veda, The Rishis of the Rig. “Rig Veda 9.38: THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woolen filter, as he goes.” Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rigveda-rishis/759/.

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