HYMN LXXXV. Soma Pavamana.
FLOW on to Indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together
with the fiends.
Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice. here be thy flowing
drops laden with opulence.
O Pavamana, urge us forward in the fight thou art the vigour of the Gods, the
Smite thou our enemies who raise the shout of joy: Indra, drink Soma juice, and
drive away our foes.
Unharmed, best Cheerer, thou, O Indu, flowest on: thou, even thou thyself, art
Indra's noblest food.
Full many a wise man lifts to thee the song of praise, and hails thee with a
kiss as Sovran of this world.
Wondrous, with hundred streams, hymned in a thousand songs, Indu pours out for
Indra his delightrul meath.
Winning us land and waters, flow thou hitherward: Rainer of bounties, Soma, make
broad way for us.
Roaring within the beaker thou art balmed with milk: thou passest through the
fleecy filter all at once.
Carefully cleansed and decked like a prizewinning steed, O Soma, thou hast
flowed down within Indra's throat.
Flow onward sweet of flavour for the Heavenly Race, for Indra sweet, whose
name is easily invoked:
Flow sweet for Mitra, Varuna, and Vayu, rich in meath, inviolable for Brhaspati.
Ten rapid fingers deck the Courser in the jar: with hymns the holy singers
send their voices forth.
The filtering juices hasten to their eulogy, the drops that gladden find their
way to Indra's heart.
While thou art purified pour on us hero strength, great, far-extended shelter,
Let no oppression master this our holy work: may we, O Indu, gain all opulence
The Steer who sees afar hath risen above the sky: the Sage hath caused the
lights of heaven to give their shine.
The. King is passing through the filter with a roar: they drain the milk of
heaven from him who looks on men.
High in the vault of heaven, unceasing, honey-tongued, the Loving Ones drain
out the mountain-haunting Steer,-
The drop that hath grown great in waters, in the lake meath-rich, in the
stream's wave and in the cleansing sieve.
The Loving Ones besought with many voices the Eagle who had flown away to
Hymns kiss the Youngling worthy of laudation, resting on earth, the Bird of
High to heaven's vault hath the Gandharva risen, beholding all his varied
forms and figures.
His ray hath shone abroad with gleaming splendour: pure, he hath lighted both
the worlds, the Parents.
HYMN LXXXVI. Soma Pavamana.
THY gladdening draughts, O Pavamana, urged by song flow swiftly of themselves
like sons of fleet-foot mares.
The drops of Soma juice, those eagles of the heavens, most cheering, rich in
meath, rest in the reservoir.
As rapid chariot-steeds, so turned in several ways have thine exhilarating
juices darted forth,
Soma-drops rich in meath, waves, to the Thunder-armed, to Indra, like milch-kine
who seek their calf with milk.
Like a steed urged to battle, finder of the light; speed onward to the
cloud-born reservoir of heaven,
A Steer that o'er the woolly surface seeks the sieve, Soma while purified for
Fleet as swift steeds, thy drops, divine, thought-swift, have been, O
Pavamana, poured with milk into the vat.
The Rsis have poured in continuous Soma drops, ordainers who adorn thee, Friend
whom Rsis love.
O thou who seest all things, Sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays
encompass all abodes.
Pervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's
Lord, O Soma, thou art King.
The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven, his ensigns who is ever
steadfast, travel round.
When on the sieve the Golden-hued is cleansed, he rests within the vats as one
who seats him in his place.
Served with fair rites he flows, ensign of sacrifice: Soma advances to the
special place of Gods.
He speeds with thousand currents to the reservoir, and passes through the filter
bellowing as a bull.
The Sovran dips him in the seain [sic] and the streams, and set in rivers with the
waters' wave moves on.
High heaven's Sustainer at the central point of earth, raised on the fleecy
surface Pavamana stands.
He on whose high decree the heavens and earth depend hath roared and thundered
like the summit of the sky.
Soma flows on obtaining Indra's friendly love, and, as they purify him, settles
in the jars.
He, light of sacrifice distils delicious meath, most wealthy, Father and
begetter of the Gods.
He, gladdening, best of Cheerers, juice!hat Indra loves, enriches with
mysterious treasure earth and heaven.
The vigorous and far-seeing one, the Lord of heaven, flows, shouting to the
beaker, with his thousand streams.
Coloured like gold he rests in seats where Mitra dwells, the Steer made
beautiful by rivers and by sheep.
In forefront of the rivers Pavamana speeds, in forefront of the hymn,
foremost among the kine.
He shares the mighty booty in the van of war: the well-armed Steer is purified
This heedful Pavamana, like a bird sent forth, hath with his wave flowed
onward to the fleecy sieve.
O Indra, through thy wisdom, b thy thought, O Sage, Soma flows bright and pure
between the earth and heaven.
He, clad in mail that reaches heaven, the Holy One, filling the firmament
stationed amid the worlds,
Knowing. the realm of light, hath come to us in rain: he summons to himself his
own primeval Sire.
He who was first of all to penetrate his form bestowed upon his race wide
shelter and defence.
From that high station which he hath in loftiest heaven he comes victorious to
all encounters here.
Indu hath started for Indra's special place and slights not as a Friend the
promise of his Friend.
Soma speeds onward like a youth to youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a
course of hundred paths.
Your songs, exhilarating, tuneful, uttering praise, are come into the places
where the people meet.
Worshippers have exalted Soma with their hymns, and milch kine have come near to
meet him with their milk.
O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, pour on us accumulated Plentiful,
Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched with store of
nourishment, and strength, and Meath.
Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the Furtherer of day, of
morning, and of heaven.
Mixt with the streams he caused the beakers to resound, and with the singers'
aid they entered Indra's heart.
On, with the prudent singers, flows the ancient Sage and guided by the men
hath roared about the vats.
Producing Trita's name, may he pour forth the meath, that Vayu and that Indra
may become his Friends.
He, being purified, hath made the Mornings shine: this, even this is he who
gave the rivers room.
He made the Three Times Seven pour out the milky flow: Soma, the Cheerer, yields
whate'er the heart finds sweet.
Flow, onward, Soma, in thine own celestial forms, flow, Indu, poured within
the beaker and the sieve.
Sinking into the throat of Indra with a roar, led by the men thou madest Surya
mount to heaven.
Pressed out with stones thou flowest onward to the sieve, O Indu, entering
the depths of Indra's throat.
Far-sighted Soma, now thou lookest on mankind: thou didst unbar the cowstall for
In thee, O Soma, while thou purifitedst thee, high-thoughted sages, seeking
favour, have rejoiced.
Down from the heavens the Falcon brought thee hitherward, even thee, O Indu,
thee whom all our hymns adorn.
Seven Milch-kine glorify the Tawny-coloured One while with his wave in wool
he purifies himself.
The living men, the mighty, have impelled the Sage into the waters' lap, the
place of sacrifice.
Indu, attaining purity, plunges through the foe, making his ways all easy
for the pious man.
Making the kine his mantle, he, the lovely Sage, runs like a sporting courser
onward through the fleece.
The ceaseless watery fountains with their hundred streams sing, as they
hasten near, to him the Golden-hued
Him, clad in robes of milk, swift fingers beautify on the third height and in
the luminous realm of heaven.
These are thy generations of celestial seed thou art the Sovran Lord of all
the world of life.
This universe, O Pavamana, owns thy sway; thou, Indu, art the first establisher
Thou art the sea, O Sage who bringest all to light: under thy Law are these
five regions of the world.
Thou reachest out beyond the earth, beyond the heavens: thine are the lights, O
Pavamana, thine the Sun.
Thou in the filter, Soma Pavamana, art purified to support the region for the
The chief, the longing ones have sought to hold thee fast, and all these living
creatures have been turned to thee.
Onward the Singer travels o'er the fleecy sieve. the Tawny Steer hath
bellowed in the wooden vats.
Hymns have been sung aloud in resonant harmony, and holy songs kiss him, the
Child who claims our praise.
He hath assumed the rays of Surya for his robe, spinning, as he knows bow,
the triply-twisted thread.
He, guiding to the newest rules of Holy Law, comes as the Women's Consort to the
On flows the King of rivers and the Lord of heaven: he follows with a shout
the paths of Holy Law.
The Golden-hued is poured forth, with his hundred streams, Wealth-bringer,
lifting up his voice while purified.
Fain to be cleansed, thou, Pavamana, pourest out, like wondrous Surya,
through the fleece, an ample sea.
Purified with the hands, pressed by the men with stones, thou speedest on to
mighty booty-bringing war.
Thou, Pavamana, sendest food and power in streams. thou sittest in the
beakers as a hawk on trees,
For Indra poured as cheering juice to make him glad, as nearest and farseeing
bearer-up of heaven.
The Sisters Seven, the Mothers, stand around the Babe, the noble, new-born
Infant, skilled in holy song,
Gandharva of the floods, divine, beholding men, Soma, that he may reign as King
of all the world.
As Sovran Lord thereof thou Passest through these worlds, O Indu, harnessing
thy tawny well-winged Mares.
May they pour forth for thee milk and oil rich in sweets: O Soma, let the folk
abide in thy decree.
O Soma, thou beholdest men from every side: O Pavamana, Steer, thou wanderest
Pour out upon us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength to live
among the things that be.
Winner of gold and goods and cattle flow thou on, set as impregner, Indu, mid
the worlds of life.
Rich in brave men art thou, Soma, who winnest all: these holy singers wait upon
thee with the song.
The wave of flowing meath hath wakened up desires: the Steer enrobed in milk
plunges into the streams.
Borne on his chariot-sieve the King hath risen to war, and with a thousand rays
hath won him high renown.
Dear to all life, he sends triumphant praises forth, abundant, bringing
offspring, each succeeding day.
From Indra crave for us, Indu, when thou art quaffed, the blessing that gives
children, wealth that harbours steeds.
When days begin, the strong juice, lovely, golden-hued, is recognized by
wisdom more and more each day,
He, stirring both the Races, goes between the two, the bearer of the word of men
and word of Gods.
They balm him, balm him over balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength
and balm it with the meath.
They seize the flying Steer at the stream's breathing-place: cleansing with gold
they grasp the Animal herein.
Sing forth to Pavamana skilled in holy song: the juice is flowing onward like
a mighty stream.
He glideth like a serpent from his ancient skin, and like a playful horse the
Tawny Steer hath run.
Dweller in floods, King, foremost, he displays his might, set among living
things as measurer of days.
Distilling oil he flows, fair, billowy, golden-hued, borne on a car of light,
sharing one home with wealth.
Loosed is the heavens! support, the uplifted cheering juice: the
triply-mingled draught flows round into the worlds.
The holy hymns caress the stalk that claims our praise, when singers have
approached his beauteous robe with song.
Thy streams that flow forth rapidly collected run over the fine fleece of
the sheep as thou art cleansed.
When, Indu, thou art. balmed with milk within the bowl, thou sinkest in the
jars, O Soma, when expressed.
Winner of' power, flow, Soma, worthy of our laud: run onward to the fleece as
Destroy, O Indu, all voracious Raksasas. With brave sons in the assembly let our
speech be bold.
HYMN LXXXVII. Soma Pavamana.
RUN onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men speed forward
to the battle.
Making thee beauteous like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass with reins
they lead thee.
Indu, the well-armed God, is flowing onward, who quells the curse and guards
from treacherous onslaught,
Father, begetter of the Gods, most skilful, the buttress of the heavens and
Rsi and Sage, the Champion of the people, cleft and sagacious, Usana in
He hath discovered even their hidden nature, the Cows' concealed and most
This thine own Soma rich in meath, O Indra, Steer for the Steer, hath flowed
into the filter.
The strong Free-giver, winning hundreds, thousands, hath reached the holy grass
that never fails him.
These Somas are for wealth of countless cattle, renown therefor, and mighty
These have been sent forth, purified by strainers, like steeds who rush to battle
fain for glory.
He, while he cleanses him, invoked of many, hath flowed to give the people all
Thou whom the Falcon brought, bring, dainty viands, bestir thyself and send us
wealth and booty.
This Soma, pressed into the cleansing filter, hath run as 'twere a host let
loose, the Courser;
Like a strong bull who whets his horns open-pointed, like a brave warrior in the
fray for cattle.
He issued forth from out the loftiest mountain, and found kine hidden
somewhere in a stable.
Soma's stream clears itself for thee, O Indra, like lightning thundering through
the clouds of heaven,
Cleansing thyself, and borne along with Indra, Soma, thou goest round the herd
May thy praise help us, Mighty One, prompt Giver, to the full ample food which
HYMN LXXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
FOR thee this Soma is effused, O Indra: drink of this juice; for thee the
stream is flowing-
Soma, which thou thyself hast made and chosen, even Indu, for thy special drink
to cheer thee.
Like a capacious car hath it been harnessed, the Mighty; to acquire abundant
Then in the sacrifice they celebrated all triumphs won by Nahus in the battle.
Like Vayu with his team, moving at pleasure, most gracious when invoked like
Thou art thyself like the Wealth-Giver, Soma! who grants all boons, like
Like Indra who hath done great deeds, thou, Soma, art slayer of the Vrtras,
Like Pedu's horse who killed the brood of serpents, thus thou, O Soma, slayest
Like Agni loosed amid the forest, fiercely he winneth splendour in the running
Like one who fights, the roaring of the mighty, thus Soma Pavamana sends his
These Somas passing through the fleecy filter, like rain descending from the
clouds of heaven,
Have been effused and poured into the beakers, swiftly like rivers running lowly
Flow onward like the potent band of Maruts, like that Celestial Host whom none
Quickly be gracious unto us like waters, like sacrifice victorious,
Thine are King Varuna's eternal statutes, lofty and deep, O Soma, is thy
All-pure art thou like Mitra the beloved, adorable, like Aryaman, O Soma.
HYMN LXXXIX. Soma Pavamana.
THIS Chariot-horse hath moved along the pathways, and Pavamana flowed like
rain from heaven.
With us hath Soma with a thousand currents sunk in the wood, upon his Mother's
King, he hath clothed him in the robe of rivers, mounted the
straightest-going ship of Order.
Sped by the Hawk the drop hath waxed in waters: the father drains it, drains the
They come to him, red, tawny, Lord of Heaven, the watchful Guardian of the
meath, the Lion.
First, Hero in the fight, he seeks the cattle, and with his eye the Steer is our
They harness to the broad-wheeled car the mighty Courser whose back bears
meath, unwearied, awful.
The twins, the sisters brighten him, and strengthen-these children of one
damethe [sic] vigorous Racer.
Four pouring out the holy oil attend him, sitting together in the same
To him they flow, when purified, with homage, and still, from every side, are
first about him.
He is the buttress of the heavens, supporter of earth, and in his hand are all
Be the team's Lord a well to thee the singer: cleansed is the sweet plant's
stalk for deed of glory.
Fighting, uninjured come where Gods are feasted; Soma, as Vitra-slayer flow
Vouchsafe us ample riches very splendid may we be masters of heroic vigour.
HYMN XC. Soma Pavamana,
URGED On, the Father of the Earth and Heaven hath gone forth like a car to
Going to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hand containing every
To him the tones of sacred song have sounded, Steer of the triple height, the
Dwelling in wood as Varuna in rivers, lavishing treasure he distributes
Great Conqueror, warrior-girt, Lord of all heroes, flow on thy way as he who
With sharpened. arms, with swift bow, never vanquished in battle, vanquishing in
fight the foemen.
Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both earth and heaven with all
Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call to us
O Soma, gladden Varuna and Mitra; cheer, Indu Pavamana! Indra, Visnu.
Cheer thou the Gods, the Company of Maruts: Indu, cheer mighty Indra to
Thus like a wise and potent King flow onward, destroying with thy vigour all
For our well-spoken hymn give life, O Indu. Do ye preserve us evermore with
HYMN XCI. Soma Pavamana.
As for a chariot-race, the skilful Speaker, Chief, Sage, Inventor, hath, with
song, been started.
The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit drive on the Car-horse to the resting
The drop of Soma, pressed by wise Nahusyas, becomes the banquet of the
Indu, by hands of mortal men made beauteous, immortal, with the sheep and cows
Steer roaring unto Steer, this Pavamana, this juice runs to the white milk of
Through thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer, like Sura by his fair and
Break down the, strong seats even of the demons: cleansing thee, Indu, robd [sic]
thyself in vigour.
Rend with thy swift bolt, coming from above them, those who are near and those
who yet are distant.
Prepare the forward paths in ancient manner for the new hymn, thou Giver of
Those which are high and hard for foes to conquer may we gain from thee, Active!
So purifying thee vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and cows, offspring and
Give us health, ample land, and lights, O Soma, and grant us long to look upon
HYMN XCII. Soma Pavamana.
THE gold-hued juice, poured out upon the filter, is started like a car sent
forth to conquer.
He hath gained song and vigour while they cleansed him, and hath rejoiced the
Gods with entertainments.
He who beholdeth man hath reached the filter: bearing his name, the Sage hath
sought his dwelling.
The Rsis came to him, seven holy singers, when in the bowls he settled as
Shared by all Gods, most wise, propitious, Soma goes, while they cleanse him,
to his constant station.
Let him rejoice in all his lofty wisdom to the Five Tribes the Sage attains with
In thy mysterious place, O Pavamana Soma, are all the Gods, the Thrice-Eleven.
Ten on the fleecy height, themselves, self-prompted, and seven fresh rivers,
brighten and adorn thee.
Now let this be the truth of Pavamana, there where all singers gather them
That he hath given us room and made the daylight, hath holpen Manu and repelled
As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King who goes to
Soma hath sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and like a wild bull, in
the wood hath settled.
HYMN XCIII. Soma Pavamana.
TEN sisters, pouring out the rain together, swift-moving thinkers of the
sage, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya and reached the vat like a fleet
Even as a youngling crying to his mothers, the bounteous Steer hath flowed
along to waters.
As youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens on to the. chose meeting-place, the
Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow: thither in streams goes very
The kine make ready, as with new-washed treasures, the Head and Chief with milk
within the vessels.
With all the Gods, O Indu Pavamana, while thou art roaring send us wealth in
Hither upon her car come willing Plenty, inclined to us, to give us of her
Now unto us mete riches, while they cleanse thee, all-glorious, swelling
wealth, with store of heroes.
Long be his life who worships, thee, O Indu. May he, enriched with prayer, come
soon and early.
HYMN XCIV. Soma Pavamana.
WHEN beauties strive for him as for a charger, then strive the songs like
soldiers for the sunlight.
Acting the Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and song as 'twere a stall that kine
The worlds expand to him who from aforetime found light to spread the law of
The swelling songs, like kine within the stable, in deep devotion call aloud on
When the sage bears his holy wisdom round him, like a car visiting all worlds,
Becoming fame, mid Gods, unto the mortal, wealth to the skilled, worth praise
mid the Ever-present,
For glory born be hath come forth to glory: he giveth life and glory to the
They, clothed in glory, have become immortal. He, measured in his course, makes
Stream to us food and vigour, kine and horses: give us broad lights and fill
the Gods with rapture.
All these are easy things for thee to master thou, Pavamana Soma, quellest
HYMN XCV Soma Pavamana.
Loud neighs the Tawny Steed when started, settling deep in the wooden vessel
while they cleanse him.
Led by the men he takes the milk for raiment: then shall he, through his powers,
As one who rows drives on his boat, he, Gold-hued, sends forth his voice,
loosed on the path of Order.
As God, the secret names of Gods he utters, to be declared on sacred grass more
Hastening onward like the waves of waters, our holy hymns are pressing nigh to
To him they come with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who longs to meet
They drain the stalk, the Steer who dwells on mountains, even as a Bull who
decks him on the upland.
Hymns follow and attend him as he bellows: Trita bears Varuna aloft in ocean.
Sending thy voice out as Director, loosen the Invoker's thought, O Indu, as
they cleanse thee.
While thou and Indra rule for our advantage, may we be masters of heroic vigour.
HYMN XCVI. Soma Pavamana
IN forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his
Soma endues his robes of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their
calls on Indra.
Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with
The Friend of Indra mounts his car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the
prayer we offer.
O God, for service of the Gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's
drink, O Soma.
Making the floods, bedewing earth and heaven, come from the vast, comfort us
while we cleanse thee
Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high
This is the wish of these friends assembled: this is my wish, O Soma Pavamana.
Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of
Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the Father who begat Indra and Visnu.
Brahman of Gods, the Leader of the poets, Rsi of sages, Bull of savage
Falcon amid the vultures, Axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma
He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and
Beholding these inferior powers in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer
As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams,
pour strength and vigour.
As thoughtful Pavamana, urge O Indu, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on to
Dear, grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to
With hundred powers, with thousand currents, Indu, like a strong car-horse, goes
to the assembly.
Born in old time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking
himself in waters,
Warding off curses, King of all existence, he shall find way for prayer the
while they cleanse him.
For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by thee, their sacred
Fighting unvanquished, open the enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds
As thou didst flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in
Even thus flow onward now conferring riches: combine with Indra, and bring forth
Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy
Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening
drink for Indra.
Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the Gods' banquet,
Pour the rain of heaven,
While thou with rivers roarest in the beaker, and blent with milk prolongest our
Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some
Like fresh milk poured by Aditi, like passage in ample room, or like a docile
Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair
secret name thou bearest.
Pour booty, like a horse, for love of glory God, Soma, send us kine, and send us
They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop
adorn the Car-horse.
By songs a Poet and a Sage by wisdom, Soma goes singing through the cleansing
Light-winner, Rsi-minded, Rsi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of
A Steer who strives to gain his third form, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as
Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and
Following close the sea, the wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth
form and declares it.
Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of
A steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed into
Flow on with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy
Enter the beakers sporting, as they cleanse thee, and let thy gladdening juice
make Indra joyful.
His streams have been effused in all their fulness, and he hath entered,
balmed with milk, the goblets.
Singing his psalm, well-skilled in song, a Chanter, be comes as 'twere to his
friend's sister roaring.
Chasing our foes thou comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his
As a bird flies and settles in the forest, thus Soma settles, purified, in
With full stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as
they cleanse thee.
He, gold-hued, rich in boons, brought to the waters, hath roared within the
goblet of the pious.
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