HYMN XXVI. Soma Pavamana.
THE sages with the fingers' art have dressed and decked that vigorous Steed
Upon the lap of Aditi,
The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams,
To Indu who supporteth heaven.
Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they
Have sent, by wisdom, to the sky.
Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth,
The Lord of Speech infallible.
Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones
Send down to ridges of the sieve.
O Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry thee on to Indra, thee
Who aidest song and cheerest him.
HYMN XXVII. Soma Pavamana.
THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth,
Scattering foes as he is cleansed.
As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vayu he
Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.
The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,
Effused into the vats of wood.
Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana lowed,
Still Conqueror, never overcome.
This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then
Mounts up with Surya to the sky.
To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed,
This Indu, being purified.
HYMN XXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
URGED by the men, this vigorous Steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient,
Runs to the woollen straining-cloth.
Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused,
Entering all their essences.
He shines in beauty there, this God Immortal in his dwelling-place,
Foe-slayer, dearest to the Gods.
Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer
Runs onward to the wooden vats.
This Pavamana, swift and strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to
The Sun and all his forms of light.
This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible,
Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.
HYMN XXIX. Soma Pavamana.
FORWARD with mighty force have flowed the currents of this Steer effused,
Of him who sets him by the Gods.
The singers praise him with their song, and learned priests adorn the Steed,
Brought forth as light that merits laud.
These things thou winnest lightly while purified, Soma, Lord of wealth:
Fill full the sea that claims our praise.
Winning all precious things at once, flow on, O Soma, with thy stream
Drive to one place our enemies.
Preserve us from the godless, from ill-omened voice of one and all,
That so we may be freed from blame.
O Indu, as thou flowest on bring us the wealth of earth and heaven,
And splendid vigour, in thy stream.
HYMN XXX. Soma Pavamana.
STREAMS of this Potent One have flowed easily to the straining-cloth:
While he is cleansed he lifts his voice.
Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified.
Sends forth a very mighty sound.
Pour on us, Soma, with thy stream manconquering might which many crave,
Accompanied with hero sons.
Hither hath Pavamana flowed, Soma flowed hither in a stream,
To settle in the vats of wood.
To waters with the stones they drive thee tawny-hued, most rich in sweets,
O Indu, to be Indra's drink.
For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma very rich in sweets,
Lovely, inspiriting, for strength.
HYMN XXXI. Soma Pavamana.
THE, Soma-drops, benevolent, come forth as they are purified,
Bestowing wealth which all may see.
O Indu, high o'er heaven and earth be thou, increaser of our might:
The Master of all strength be thou.
The winds are gracious in their love to thee, the rivers flow to thee
Soma, they multiply thy power.
Soma, wax great. From every side may vigorous powers unite in thee:
Be in the gathering-Place of strength.
For thee, brown-hued! the kine have poured imperishable oil and milk.
Aloft on the sublimest height.
Friendship, O Indu, we desire with thee who bearest noble arms,
With thee, O Lord of all that is.
HYMN XXXII. Soma Pavamana.
THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have
Flowed forth to glorify our prince.
Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.
Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:
He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runnest like a darting deer
Set in the place of sacrifice.
The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
He came as to a settled race.
Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,
Glory, intelligence, and wealth.
HYMN XXXIII. Soma Pavamana.
LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed
Onward, as buffaloes to woods.
With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in
Of kine into the wooden vats.
To Indra, Vayu, Varuna, to Visnu, and the Maruts, flow
The drops of Soma juice effused.
Three several words are uttered: kine are ]owing, cows who give their milk:
The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise:
They decorate the Child of Heaven.
From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas
Filled full of riches thousandfold.
HYMN XXXIV. Some Pavamana.
THE drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled.
Rending strong places with its might.
Poured forth to Indra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts,
To Visnu, flows the Soma juice.
With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong:
They milk the liquor out with skill.
'Tis he whom Trita must refine, 'tis he who shall make Indra glad:
The Tawny One is decked with tints.
Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling-place of sacrifice,
Oblation lovely and most dear.
To him in one united stream these songs flow on straight forward. he,
Loud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.
HYMN XXXV. Soma Pavamana.
Pour forth on us abundant wealth, O Pavamana, with thy stream.
Wherewith thou mayest find us light
O Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow thou on,
Bearer of wealth to us with might.
With thee for Hero, Valiant One! may we subdue our enemies:
Let what is precious flow to us.
Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power,
Discovering holy works and means.
Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purified
Soma, the Guardian of the folk;
On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi [sic] as he is purified.
The people all have set their hearts.
HYMN XXXVI. Soma Pavamana.
FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve:
The Steed steps forward to the goal.
Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve,
Turned to the vat that drops with meath.
Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us.
Speed us to mental power and skill.
He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned,
Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth.
May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament
Upon the liberal worshipper.
Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine,
And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!
HYMN XXXVII. Soma Pavamana.
SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent,
Bellowing, to his place of rest.
This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,
Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.
This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge hath made the Sun,
Together with the Sisters, shine.
This Vrtra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne'er deceived,
Hath gone, as 'twere, to win the spoil.
Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood,
Indu to Indra willingly.
HYMN XXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen 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.
HYMN XXXIX Soma Pavamana.
FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
Make thou the rain descend from heaven.
With might, bestowing power, the juice enters the purifying sieve,
Far-seeing, sending forth its light.
This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down
From heaven upon the straining cloth.
Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath.
In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
Sit in the place of sacrifice.
HYMN XL. Soma Pavamana.
THE Very Active hath assailed, while purified, all enemies:
They deck the Sage with holy songs.
The Red hath mounted to his place; to India, goes the mighty juice:
He settles in his firm abode.
O Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side, Pour on us treasures
O Soma Pavamana, bring, Indu, all splendours hitherward:
Find for us food in boundless store.
As thou art cleansed, bring hero strength and riches to thy worshipper,
And prosper thou the singer's hymns.
O Indu, Soma, being cleansed, bring hither riches doubly piled,
Wealth, mighty Indu, meet for lauds.
HYMN XLI. Soma Pavamana.
ACTIVE and bright have they come forth, impetuous in speed like bulls,
Driving the black skin far away.
Quelling the riteless Dasyu, may we think upon the bridge of bliss,
Leaving the bridge of woe behind.
The mighty Pavamana's roar is heard as 'twere the rush of rain
Lightnings are flashing to the sky.
Pour out on us abundant food, when thou art pressed, O Indu wealth
In kine and gold and steeds and spoil.
Flow on thy way, Most Active, thou. fill full the mighty heavens and earth,
As Dawn, as Surya with his beams.
On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream,
As Rasa flows around the world.
HYMN XLII. Soma Pavamana.
ENGENDERING the Sun in floods, engendering heaven's lights, green-hued,
Robed in the waters and the milk,
According to primeval plan this Soma, with his stream, effused
Flows purely on, a God for Gods.
For him victorious, waxen great, the juices with a thousand powers
Are purified for winning spoil.
Shedding the ancient fluid he is poured into the cleansing sieve:
He, thundering, hath produced the Gods.
Soma, while purifying, sends hither all things to be desired,
He sends the Gods who strengthen Law.
Soma, effused, pour on us wealth in kine, in heroes, steeds, and spoil,
Send us abundant store of food.
HYMN XLIII. Soma Pavamana.
WE will enrobe with sacred song the Lovely One who, as a Steed,
Is decked with milk for rapturous joy.
All songs of ours desiring grace adorn him in the ancient way,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.
Soma flows on when purified, beloved and adorned with songs,
Songs of the sage Medhyatithi.
O Soma Pavamana, find exceeding glorious wealth for us,
Wealth, Indu, fraught with boundless might.
Like courser racing to the prize Indu, the lover of the Gods,
Roars, as he passes, in the sieve.
Flow on thy way to win us strength, to speed the sage who praises thee:
Soma, bestow heroic power.
HYMN XLIV. Soma Pavamana.
INDU, to us for this great rite, bearing as 'twere thy wave to Gods,
Unwearied, thou art flowing forQh [sic].
Pleased with the hymn, impelled by prayer, Soma is hurried far away,
The Wise One in the Singer's stream.,
Watchful among the. gods, this juice advances to the cleansing sieve
Soma, most active, travels on.
Flow onward, seeking strength for us, embellishing the sacrifice:
The priest with trimmed grass calleth thee.
May Soma, ever bringing power to Bhaga and to Vayu, Sage
And Hero, lead us to the Gods.
So, to increase our wealth to-day, Inspirer, best of Furtherers,
Win for us strength and high renown.
HYMN XLV. Soma Pavamana.
FLOW, thou who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the Gods,
Indu, to Indra for his drink.
Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to
The Gods, O better than our friends.
We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy:
Unbar for us the doors of wealth.
He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run
Indu belongs unto the Gods.
All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece:
Singers have chanted Indu's praise.
Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man
Who worships thee heroic strength.
HYMN XLVI. Soma Pavamana.
LIKE able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of Gods,
joying in mountains, flowing on.
To Vayu flow the Soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful
Like a bride dowered by her sire.
Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of
juice, the Somas rich in food,
Give strength to Indra with their work.
Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the brilliant juices blent with meal,
And cook with milk the gladdening draught.
Thus, Soma, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us,
Giver of ample opulence.
This Pavamana, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn,
The draught that shall make Indra glad.
HYMN XLVII. Soma Pavamana.
GREAT as he was, Soma hath gained strength by this high solemnity:
joyous he riseth like a bull.
His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest:
He sternly reckoneth their debts.
Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra's juice, becomes
A thousand-winning thunderbolt.
Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage
When he embellisheth his songs.
Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war
Thou art upon the conquerors' side.
HYMN XLVIII. Soma Pavamana.
WITH sacrifice we seek to thee kind Cherisher of manly might
In mansions of the lofty heavens;
Gladdening crusher of the bold, ruling with very mighty sway,
Destroyer of a hundred forts.
Hence, Sapient One! the Falcon, strong of wing, unwearied, brought thee down,
Lord over riches, from the sky.
That each may see the light, the Bird brought us the guard of Law, the Friend
Of all, the speeder through the air.
And now, sent forth, it hath attained to mighty power and majesty,
Most active, ready to assist.
HYMN XLIX. Soma Pavamana.
Pour down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky,
And plenteous store of wholesome food.
Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us,
The kine of strangers to our home.
Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream,
Pour down on us a flood of rain.
To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth
For verily the Gods will bear.
Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas,
Flashing out splendour as of old.
HYMN L. Soma Pavamana.
LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:
Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point.
At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou
Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.
On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One,
Even Pavamana, dropping meath.
Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer,
To seat thee in the place of song.
Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,
Indu, for Indra, for his drink.
HYMN LI. Soma Pavamana.
ADHVARYU, on the filter pour the Soma juice expressed with stones,
And make it pure for Indra's drink.
Pour out for Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven,, the Soma's juice,
Most excellent, most rich in sweets.
These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu enjoy this juice of thine,
This Pavamana's flowing meath.
For, Soma, thou hast been effused, strengthening for the wild carouse,
O Steer, the singer, for our help.
Flow with thy stream, Far-sighted One, effused, into the cleansing sieve:
Flow on to give us strength and fame.
HYMN LII. Soma Pavamana.
WEALTH-WINNER, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice,
Flow to the filter when effused.
So, in thine ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams
Run o'er the fleecy straining-cloth.
Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us
Shake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.
Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men,
Of him who threatens us with war.
Indu, Wealth-giver, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea,
A thousand of thy pure bright streams.
HYMN LIII. Soma Pavamana.
O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised
Chase thou the foes who compass us.
Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is
With fearless heart will I sing praise.
No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws:
Crush him who fain would fight with thee.
For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed,
Indu the bringer of delight.
HYMN LIV. Soma Pavamana.
AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from
The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.
In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes,
Seven currents flowing through the sky.
He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist-
Soma, a God as Surya is.
Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra's Friend,
Wealth from the kine to feast the Gods.
HYMN LV. Soma Pavamana.
POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,
And, Soma, all felicities.
As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice,
Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.
And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly.
As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,
Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.
HYMN LVI. Soma Pavamana.
SWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred ever-active streams
To Indra's friendship win their way.
Ten Dames have sung to welcome thee, even as a maiden greets her love:
O Soma, thou art decked to win.
Flow hitherward, O Indu, sweet to Indra and to Visnu: guard
The men, the singers, from distress.
HYMN LVII. Soma Pavamana.
THY streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from
To bring a thousand stores of strength.
He flows beholding on his way all well beloved sacred lore,
Green-tinted, brandishing his, arms.
He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants.
Sits as a falcon in the, wood.
So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified,
All treasures both of heaven and earth.
HYMN LVIII. Soma Pavamana.
SWIFT runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowing juice:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
The Morning knows all precious things, the Goddess knows her grace to man:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
We have accepted thousands from Dhvasra's and Purusanti's hands:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
From whom we have accepted thus thousands and three times ten beside:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
HYMN LIX. Soma Pavamana.
FLOW onward, Soma, winning kine, and steeds, and all that gives delight:
Bring hither wealth with progeny.
Flow onward from the waters, flow, inviolable, from the plants:
Flow onward from the pressing-boards.
Soma, as Pavamana, pass over all trouble and distress:
Sit on the sacred grass, a Sage.
Thou, Pavamana, foundest light; thou at thy birth becamest great:
O Indu, thou art over all.
HYMN LX. Soma Pavamana.
SING forth and laud with sacred song most active Pavamana, laud
Indu who sees with thousand eyes.
Thee who hast thousand eyes to see, bearer of thousand burthens, they
Have filtered through the fleecy cloth.
He, Pavamana, hath streamed through the fleece then: he runs into the jars,
Finding his way to Indra's heart.
That Indra may be bounteous, flow, most active Soma, for our weal:
Bring genial seed with progeny.
HYMN LXI. Soma Pavamana.
FLOW onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delight
Battered the nine-and-ninety down,
Smote swiftly forts, and gambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga,
For pious Divodasa's sake.
Finder of horses, pour on us horses and
wealth in kine and gold,
And, Indu, food in boundless store.
We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er
The limit of the cleansing sieve.
With those same waves which in their stream over flow the purifying sieve,
Soma; be gracious unto us.
O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides,-for thou canst,-
Riches and food with hero sons.
Him here, the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify
With the Adityas is he seen.
With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with,the beams
Of Surya to the cleansing sieve.
Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pusan flow
For Mitra and for Varuna.
High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained
Strong sheltering power and great renown.
Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man,
Yea, all the glories of mankind.
Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
For Varuna and the Marut host.
The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
The active crusher of the foe.
Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him,
Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart.
Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk
Increase the sea that merits laud.
From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and
The lofty light of all mankind.
The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, of Pavamana, King!
Flows o'er the woollen straining-cloth.
Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill,
Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.
Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight,
Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods.
Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day,
Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.
Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,
Falcon-like resting in thine home.
Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vrtra who
Compassed and stayed the mighty floods.
Soma who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons:
Strengthen, as thou art cleansed, our hymns.
Aided by thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war:
Watch, Soma, at our solemn rites.
Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on,
Going to Indra's special place.
O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes:
O Indu, grant heroic fame.
A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked
thee when fain to give thy boons,
When, being cleansed, thou combatest.
Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:
Drive all our enemies away.
Indu, in this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we
Subdue all those who war with us.
Those awful weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down-
Guard us therewith from every foe.
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