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Holy Vedas - Rig Veda

English translation by Ralph T.H. Griffith
taken from http://www.hinduwebsite.com/sacredscripts/

Book 09 Part 01


HYMN I. Soma Pavamana.

1
In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way, Pressed out for Indra, for his drink.

2
Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath with the wood attained unto His place, his iron-fashioned home.

3
Be thou best Vrtra-slayer, best granter of bliss, most liberal: Promote our wealthy princes' gifts.

4
Flow onward with thy juice unto the banquet of the Mighty Gods: Flow hither for our strength and fame.

5
O Indu, we draw nigh to thee, with this one object day by day: To thee alone our prayers are said

6
By means of this eternal fleece may Surya's Daughter purify Thy Soma that is foaming forth.

7
Ten sister maids of slender form seize him within the press and hold Him firmly on the final day.

8
The virgins send him forth: they blow the the skin musician-like and fuse The triple foe-repelling meath.

9
Inviolable milch-kine round about him blend for Indra's drink, The fresh young Soma with their milk.

10
In the wild raptures of this draught, Indra slays all the Vrtras: he, The Hero, pours his wealth on us.

HYMN II. Soma Pavamana.

1
Soma, flow on, inviting Gods, speed to the purifying cloth: Pass into Indra, as a Bull.

2
As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid Steer: Sit in thy place as one with strength.

3
The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice ne [sic] Sage drew waters to himself.

4
The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee Mighty One, When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.

5
The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our Friend, heaven's prop and stay, Falls on the purifying cloth.

6
The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: He shines together with the Sun.

7
Songs, Indu, active in their might are beautified for thee, wherewith Thou deckest thee for our delight.

8
To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the joyous draught: Great are the praise& due to thee.

9
Indu as, Indra's Friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like Parjanya sender of the rain.

10
Winner of kine, Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and strength Primeval Soul of sacrifice.

HYMN III. Soma Pavamana.

1
HERE present this Immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings, To settle in the vats of wood.

2
This God, made ready with the hymn, runs swiftly through the winding ways, Inviolable as he flows.

3
This God while flowing is adorned, like a bay steed for war, by men Devout and skilled in holy songs.

4
He, like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along Is fain to win all precious boons.

5
This God, as he is flowing on, speeds like a car and gives his gifts: He lets his voice be heard of all

6
Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and bestows Rich gifts upon the worshipper.

7
Away he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven, And roars as he is flowing on.

8
While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven across The regions, irresistible.

9
After the 'way of ancient time, this God, pressed out for Deities, Flows tawny to the straining-cloth.

10
This Lord of many Holy Laws, even at his birth engendering strength, Effused, flows onward in a stream.

HYMN IV. Soma Pavamana.

1
O Soma flowing on thy way, win thou and conquer high renown; And make us better than we are.

2
Win thou the light, win heavenly light, and, Soma, all felicities; And make us better than we are.

3
Win skilful strength and mental power. O Soma, drive away our foes; And make us better than we are.

4
Ye purifiers, purify Soma for Indra, for his drink: Make thou us better than we are.

5
Give us our portion in the Sun through thine own mental power and aids; And make us better than we are.

6
Through thine own mental power and aid long may we look upon the Sun; Make thou us better than we are.

7
Well-weaponed Soma, pour to usa stream of riches doubly great; And make us better than we are.

8
As one victorious unsubdued in battle pour forth wealth to us; And make us better than we are.

9
By worship, Pavamana! men have strengthened thee to prop the Law: Make thou us better than we are.

10
O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds, manifold. quickening all life; And mate us better than we are.

HYMN V Apris.

1
ENKINDLED, Pavamana, Lord, sends forth his light on, every side In friendly show, the bellowing Bull.

2
He, Pavamana, Self-produced, speeds onward sharpening his horns: He glitters through the firmament.

3
Brilliant like wealth, adorable, with splendour Pavamana shines, Mightily with the streams of meath.

4
The tawny Pavamana, who strews from of old the grass with might, Is worshipped, God amid the Gods.

5
The golden, the Celestial Doors are lifted with their frames on high, By Pavamana glorified.

6
With passion Pavamana longs for the great lofty pair, well-formed Like beauteous maidens, Night and Dawn

7
Both Gods who look on men I call, Celestial Heralds: Indra's Self Is Pavamana, yea, the Bull.

8
This, Pavamana's sacrifice, shall the three beauteous Goddesses, Sarasvati and Bharati and Ila, Mighty One, attend.

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1
summon Tvastar hither, our protector, champion, earliest-born, Indu is Indra, tawny Steer; Pavamana is Prajapati.

10
O Pavamana, with the meath in streams anoint Vanaspati, The ever-green. the golden-hued, refulgent, with a thousand boughs.

11
Come to the consecrating rite of Pavamana, all ye Gods,- Vayu, Surya, Brhaspati, Indra, and Agni, in accord.

HYMN VI. Soma Pavamana.

1
SOMA, flow on with pleasant stream, a Bull devoted to the Gods, Our Friend, unto the woollen sieve.

2
Pour hitherward, as Indra's Self, Indu, that gladdening stream of thine, And send us coursers full of strength.

3
Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice, Streaming forth power and high renown.

4
Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent They have reached Indra purified.

5
Whom, having passed the filter, ten dames cleanse, as 'twere a vigorous steed, While he disports him in the wood,-

6
The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth, for feast and service of the Gods, To him who bears away the draught.

7
Effused, the God flows onward with his stream to Indra, to the God, So that his milk may strengthen him.

8
Soul of the sacrifice, the juice effused flows quickly on: he keeps His ancient wisdom of a Sage.

9
So pouring forth, as Indra's Friend, strong drink, best Gladdener! for the feast, Thou, even in secret, storest hymns.

HYMN VII. Soma Pavamana.

1
FORTH on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of Law, Knowing this sacrifice's course.

2
Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of meath, most excellent, Oblation best of all in worth.

3
About the holy place, the Steer true, guileless, noblest, hath sent forth Continuous voices in the wood.

4
When, clothed in manly strength, the Sage flows in celestial wisdom round, The Strong would win the light of heaven.

5
When purified, he sits as King above the hosts, among his folk, What time the sages bring him nigh.

6
Dear, golden-coloured, in the fleece he sinks and settles in the wood: The Singer shows his zeal in hymns.

7
He goes to Indra, Vayu, to the Asvins, as his custom is, With gladdening juice which gives them joy.

8
The streams of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra-Varuna,- Well-knowing through his mighty powers. Heaven and Earth, riches of meath to win us wealth: Gain for us treasures and renown.

HYMN VIII. Soma Pavamana.

1
OBEYING Indra's dear desire these Soma juices have flowed forth, Increasing his heroic might.

2
Laid in the bowl, pure-flowing on to Vayu and the Asvins, may These give us great heroic strength.

3
Soma, as thou art purified, incite to bounty Indra's heart, To sit in place of sacrifice.

4
The ten swift fingers deck thee forth, seven ministers impel thee on: The sages have rejoiced in thee.

5
When through the filter thou art poured, we clothe thee with a robe of milk To be a gladdening draught for Gods.

6
When purified within the jars, Soma, brightred and golden-hued, Hath clothed him with a robe of milk.

7
Flow on to us and make us rich. Drive all our enemies away. O Indu, flow into thy Friend. Send down the rain from heaven, a stream of opulence from earth. Give us, O Soma, victory in war.

9
May we obtain thee, Indra's drink, who viewest men and findest light, Gain thee, and progeny and food.

HYMN IX. Soma Pavamana.

I. THE Sage of Heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both hands and pressed, Sends us delightful powers of life.

2
On, onward to a glorious home; dear to the people void of guile, With excellent enjoyment, flow.

3
He, the bright Son, when born illumed his Parents who had sprung to life, Great Son great Strengtheners of Law.

4
Urged by the seven devotions he hath stirred the guileless rivers which Have magnified the Single Eye.

5
These helped to might the Youthful One, high over all, invincible, Even Indu, Indra! in thy law.

6
The immortal Courser, good to draw, looks down upon the Seven: the fount Hath satisfied the Goddesses

7
Aid us in holy rites, O Man: O Pavamana, drive away Dark shades that must be met in fight.

8
Make the paths ready for a hymn newer and newer evermore: Make the lights shine as erst they shone.

9
Give, Pavamana, high renown, give kine and steeds and hero sons: Win for us wisdom, win the light.

HYMN X. Soma Pavamana.

1
LIKE cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for renown, Have Soma-drops flowed forth for wealth.

2
Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed, Like joyful songs of singing-men.

3
The Somas deck themselves with milk, as Kings are graced with eulogies, And, with seven priests, the sacrifice.

4
Pressed for the gladdening draught, the drops flow forth abundantly with song, The Soma juices in a stream.

5
Winning Vivasvan's glory and producing Morning's light, the Suns Pass through the openings of the cloth.

6
The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs,- Men, for the mighty to accept.

7
Combined in close society sit the seven priests, the brother-hood, Filling the station of the One.

8
He gives us kinship with the Gods, and with the Sun unites our eye: The Sage's offspring hath appeared.

9
The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests Have placed within the sacred cell.

HYMN XL Soma Pavamana.

1
SING forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who is purified, Fain to pay worship to the Gods.

2
Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled milk, Divine, devoted to the God.

3
Bring, by thy flowing, weal to kine, weal to the people, weal to steeds. Weal, O thou King, to growing plants

4
Sing a praise-song to Soma brown of hue, of independent might. The Red, who reaches up to heaven.

5
Purify Soma when effused with stones which bands move rapidly, And pour the sweet milk in the meath.

6
With humble homage draw ye nigh; blend the libation with the curds: To Indra offer Indu up.

7
Soma, foremost chief o'er men, doing the will of pour forth Prosperity upon our kine.

8
Heart-knower, Sovran of the heart, thou art effused, O Soma, that Indra may drink thee and rejoice.

9
O Soma Pavamana, give us riches and heroic strength,- Indu! with. Indra for ally.

HYMN XII. Soma Pavamana.

1
To Indra have the Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, been poured, Shed in the seat of sacrifice.

2
As mother kine low to their calves, to Indra have the sages called, Called him to drink the Soma juice.

3
In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat, Resting upon a wild-cow's hide.

4
Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool.

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5
In close embraces Indu holds Soma when poured within the jars. And on the. purifying sieve.

6
Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air, Shaking the vase that drops with meath.

7
The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns, Urging men's generations on.

8
The Wise One, with the Sage's stream, the Soma urged to speed, flows on To the dear places of the sky.

9
O Pavamana, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea. O Indu, give us ready help.

HYMN XIII. Soma Pavamana.

1
PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on To Indra's, Viyu's special place.

2
Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage, Effused to entertain the Gods.

3
The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory, Hymned to become the feast of Gods.

4
Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil Indu, bring splendid manly might.

5
May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,- These Godlike Soma-drops effused.

6
Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory, Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.

7
Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves: They have run forth from both the hands.

8
As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar Drive all our enemies away.

9
O Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light, Sit in the place of sacrifice.

HYMN XIV. Soma Pavamana.

1
REPOSING on the river's wave the Sage hath widely flowed around, Bearing the hymn which many love.

2
When the Five kindred Companies, active in duty, with the song Establish him, the Powerful,

3
Then in his juice whose strength is great, have all the Gods rejoiced themselves, When he hath clothed him in the milk.

4
Freeing himself he flows away, leaving his body's severed limbs, And meets his own Companion here.

5
He by the daughters of the priest, like a fair youth, hath been adorned, Making the milk, as 'twere, his robe.

6
O'er the fine fingers, through desire of milk, in winding course he goes, And utters voice which he hath found.

7
The nimble fingers have approached, adorning him the Lord of Strength: They grasp the vigorous Courser's back.

8
Comprising all the treasures that are in the heavens and on the earth, Come, Soma, as our faithful Friend.

HYMN XV. Soma Pavamana.

1
THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears, Going to Indra's special place.

2
In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods. Where the Immortals have their seat.

3
Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light The mettled steeds exert their strength.

4
He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds.

5
He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, Becoming Sovran of the streams.

6
He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed. Descends into the reservoirs.

7
Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, Him who brings forth abundant food.

8
Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful, Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.

HYMN XVI. Soma Pavamana.

1
THE pressers from the Soma-press send forth thy juice for rapturous joy The speckled sap runs like a flood.

2
With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine, Enrobed in water with his juice.

3
Pour on the sieve the Soma, ne'er subdued in waters, waterless, And make it pure for Indra's drink.

4
Moved by the purifier's thought, the Soma flows into the sieve: By wisdom it hath gained its home.

5
With humble homage, Indra, have the Soma-drops flowed forth to thee, Contending for the glorious prize.

6
Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, he Stands, hero-like, amid the kine.

7
Swelling, as 'twere, to heights of heaven, the stream of the creative juice Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve.

8
Thus, Soma, purifying him who knoweth song mid living men, Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.

HYMN XVII. Soma Pavamana.

1
LIKE rivers down a steep descent, slaying the Vrtras, full of zeal, The rapid Soma-streams have flowed.

2
The drops of Soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth: To Indra flow the Soma-streams.

3
With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the Soma, flows into.the sieve, Loving the Gods and slaying fiends.

4
It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong At sacrifices through the lauds.

5
Soma, thou shinest mounting heaven as 'twere above light's triple realm, And moving seemest to speed the Sun.

6
To him, the head of sacrifice, singers and bards have sung their songs, Offering what he loves to see.

7
The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck thee strong &teed, Deck thee for service of the Gods.

8
Flow onward to the stream of meath rest efficacious in thy home, Fair, to be drunk at sacrifice.

HYMN XVIII. Soma Pavamana.

1
THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

2
Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offspring of thy sap: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

3
All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

4
He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

5
Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

6
Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world-halves: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

7
The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

HYMN XIX. Soma Pavamana.

1
O SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet For lauds, that is in earth and heaven.

2
For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine: Great Rulers, prosper ye our songs.

3
The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass, Hath sunk and settled in his home.

4
Over the Steer's productive flow the sacred songs were resonant, The mothers of the darling Son.

5
Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine who long to meet their Lord, The kine who yield the shining milk?

6
Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies: O Pavamana, find us wealth.

7
Soma, bring down the foeman's might, his vigorous strength and vital powe'r, Whether he be afar or near.

HYMN XX Soma Pavamana.

1
FORTH through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods, Subduing all our enemies.

2
For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape Of cattle to the singing-men.

3
Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts As such, O Soma, find us fame.

4
Pour lofty glory on us, send sure riches to our liberal lords, Bring food to those who sing thy praise.

5
As thou art cleansed, O Wondrous Steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like A pious King, into the songs.

6
He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made clean With hands, is resting in the jars.

7
Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve, Lending the laud a Hero's strength.

HYMN XXI. Soma Pavamana.

1
To Indra flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood. Exhilarating, finding light;

2
Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly Bringing their praiser vitalforce.

3
Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir, And fall into the river's wave.

4
These Pavamanas have obtained all blessings much to be desired, Like coursers harnessed to a car.

5
With view to us, O Soma-drops, bestow his manifold desire On him who yet hath given us naught.

6
Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his new-wrought wheel: Flow pure and shining with the stream.

7
These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course, And roused the good man's hymn to life.

HYMN XXII. Soma Pavamana.

1
THESE rapid Soma-streams have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds, Like cars, like armies hurried forth.

2
Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rain-storms of Parjanya, like The flickering flames of burning fire.

3
These Soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns, Have gained by song their hearts desire.

4
Immortal, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain To reach the regions and their paths.

5
Advancing they have travelled o'er the ridges of the earth and heaven, And this the highest realm of all.

6
Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out, And this which must be deemed most high.

7
Thou, Soma, boldest wealth in kine which thou hast seized from niggard churls: Thou calledst forth the outspun thread.

HYMN XXIII. Soma Pavamana.

1
SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink, For sacred lore of every kind.

2
Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come. They made the Sun that he might shine.

3
O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth, And give us food with progeny.

4
The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink, Turned to the vat which drips with meath.

5
Soma gows [sic] on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength, Brave Hero who repels the curse.

6
For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods: Indu, thou fain wilt win us strength

7
When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes: Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.

HYMN XXIV.Soma Pavamana.

1
HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed, the drops while they are purified: When blent, in waters they are rinsed.

2
The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice: They come to Indra, being cleansed.

3
O Soma Pavamana, thou art flowing to be Indra's drink: The men have seized and lead thee forth.

4
Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men, To him who ruleth o'er mankind.

5
Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art, Ready for Indra's high decree.

6
Flow on, best Vrtra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds. Pure, purifying, wonderful.

7
Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused [sic], Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.

HYMN XXV. Soma Pavamana.

1
GREEN-HUED! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a draught For Vayu and the Marut host.

2
O Pavamana, sent by song, roaring about thy dwelling-place, Pass into Vayu as Law bids.

3
The Steer shines with the Deities, dear Sage in his appointed home, Foe-Slayer, most beloved by Gods.

4
Taking each beauteous form, he goes, desirable, while purified, Thither where- the Immortals sit.

5
To Indra Soma flows, the Red, engendering song, exceeding wise, The visitor of living men.

6
Flow, best exhilarator, Sage, flow to the filter in a stream To seat thee in the place of song.

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