# Rig Veda - Book  9

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> RIG VEDA - BOOK THE NINTH
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> HYMN I. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 bither 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.
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> HYMN II. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 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.
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> HYMN III. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN IV. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN V Apris.
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> 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.
> 9 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.
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> HYMN VI. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN VII. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 Tle 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.
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> HYMN VIII. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN IX. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 theYouthful 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.
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> HYMN X. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 ofrspring hath appeared.
> 9 The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests
> Have placed within the sacred cell.
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> HYMN XL Soma Pavamana.
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> 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, foe-que 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.
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> HYMN XII. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 wiId-cow's hide.
> 4 Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point
> Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool.
> 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.
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> HYMN XIII. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN XIV. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN XV. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN XVI. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 himwho knoweth song mid living men,
> Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.
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> HYMN XVII. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 secm'st to speed the Sun.
> 6 To him, the head of sacnfice, 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.
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> HYMN XVIII. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 offipring of thy sap:
> All-bountcous 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-halvcs:
> All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
> 7 The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud:
> All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
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> HYMN XIX. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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 whb 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.
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> HYMN XX Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN XXI. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> HYMN XXII. Soma Pavamana.
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> 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.
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> 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 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:
> 1ndu, 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.
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> HYMN XXIV.Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed,
> the drops while they are purified:
> When bIent, 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,
> Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.
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> 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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> HYMN XXVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE sages with the fingers' art have dressed and decked that vigorous Steed
> Upon the lap of Aditi,
> 2 The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams,
> To Indu who supporteth heaven.
> 3 Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they
> Have sent, by wisdom, to the sky.
> 4 Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth,
> The Lord of Speech infallible.
> 5 Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones
> Send down to ridges of the sieve.
> 6 O Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry thee on to Indra, thee
> Who aidest song and cheerest him.
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> HYMN XXVII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth,
> Scattering foes as he is cleansed.
> 2 As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vayu he
> Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.
> 3 The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,
> Effused into the vats of wood.
> 4 Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana lowed,
> Still Conqueror, never overcome.
> 5 This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then
> Mounts up with Surya to the sky.
> 6 To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed,
> This Indu, being purified.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. URGED by the men, this vigorous Steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient,
> Runs to the woollen straining-cloth.
> 2 Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused,
> Entering all their essences.
> 3 He shines in beauty there, this God Immortal in his dwelling-place,
> Foe-slayer, dearest to the Gods.
> 4 Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer
> Runs onward to the wooden vats.
> 5 This Pavamana, swiftand strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to
> The Sun and all his forms of light.
> 6 This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible,
> Slayer of sinners, dear toGods.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FORWARD with mighty force have flowed the currents of this Steer effused,
> Of him who sets him by the Gods.
> 2 The singers praise him with their song, and learned priests adorn the Steed,
> Brought forth as light that merits laud.
> 3 These things thou winnest lightly while purified, Soma, Lord of wealth:
> Fill full the sea that claims our praise.
> 4 Winning all precious things at once, flow on, O Soma, with thy stream
> Drive to one place our enemies.
> 5 Preserve us from the godless, from ill-omened voice of one and all,
> That so we may be freed from blame.
> 6 O Indu, as thou flowest on bring us the wealth of earth and heaven,
> And splendid vigour, in thy stream.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. STREAMS of this Potent One have flowed easily to the straining-cloth:
> While he is cleansed he lifts his voice.
> 2 Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified.
> Sends forth a very mighty sound.
> 3 Pour on us, Soma, with thy stream manconquering might which many crave,
> Accompanied with hero sons.
> 4 Hither hath Pavamana flowed, Soma flowed hither in a stream,
> To settle in the vats of wood.
> 5 To waters with the stones they drive thee tawny-hued, most rich in sweets,
> O Indu, to be Indra's drink.
> 6 For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma very rich in sweets,
> Lovely, inspiriting, for strength.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE, Soma-drops, benevolent, come forth as they are purified,
> Bestowing wealth which all may see.
> 2 O Indu, high o'er heaven and earth be thou, increaser of our might:
> The Master of all strength be thou.
> 3 The winds are gracious in their love to thee, the rivers flow to thee
> Soma, they multiply thy power.
> 4 Soma, wax great. From every side may vigorous powers unite in thee:
> Be in the gathering-Place of strength.
> 5 For thee, brown-hued! the kine have poured imperishable oil and milk.
> Aloft on the sublimest height.
> 6 Friendship, O Indu, we desire with thee who bearest noble arms,
> With thee, O Lord of all that is.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have
> Flowed forth to glorify our prince.
> 2 Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,
> Indu for Indra, for his drink.
> 3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:
> He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
> 4 O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer
> Set in the place of sacrifice.
> 5 The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
> He came as to a settled race.
> 6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,
> Glory, intelligence, and wealth.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed
> Onward, as buffaloes to woods.
> 2 With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store
> Of kine into the wooden vats.
> 3 To Indra, Vayu, Varuna, to Visnu, and the Maruts, flow
> The drops of Soma juice effused.
> 4 Three several words are uttered: kine are ]owing, cows who give their milk:
> The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
> 5 The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise:
> They decorate the Child of Heaven.
> 6 From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas
> Filled full of riches thousandfold.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXIV. Some Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled.
> Rending strong places with its might.
> 2 Poured forth to Indra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts,
> To Visnu, flows the Soma juice.
> 3 With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong:
> They milk the liquor out with skill.
> 4 'Tis he whom Trita must refine, 'tis he who shall make Indra glad:
> The Tawny One is decked with tints.
> 5 Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling-place of sacrifice,
> Oblation lovely and most dear.
> 6 To him in one unitcd stream th-,se songs flow on straight forward. he,
> Loud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. Pour forth on us abundant wealth, O Pavamana, with thy stream.
> Wherewith thou mayest find us light
> 2 O Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow thou on,
> Bearer of wealth to us with might.
> 3 With thee for Hero, Valiant One! may we subdue our enemies:
> Let what is precious flow to us.
> 4 Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power,
> Discovering holy works and means.
> 5 Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purified
> Soma, the Guardian of the folk;
> 6 On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi as he is purified.
> The people all have set their hearts.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve:
> The Steed steps forward to the goal.
> 2 Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve,
> Turned to the vat that drops with meath.
> 3 Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us.
> Speed us to mental power and skill.
> 4 He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned,
> Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth.
> 5 May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament
> Upon the liberal worshipper.
> 6 Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine,
> And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXVII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve,
> Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
> 2 Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent,
> Bellowing, to his place of rest.
> 3 This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,
> Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.
> 4 This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge hath made the Sun,
> Together with the Sisters, shine.
> 5 This Vrtra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne'er deceived,
> Hath gone, as 'twere, to win the spoil.
> 6 Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood,
> Indu to Indra willingly.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes
> To war that wins a thousand spoils.
> 2 The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One
> Indu to Indra for his drink.
> 3 Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright
> And beauteous for the gladdening draught.
> 4 He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.
> Speeding like lover to his love.
> 5 This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,
> This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.
> 6 Poured for the draught, this tawny juice
> flows forth, intelligent, crying out,
> Unto the well-beloved place.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XXXIX Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
> Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
> 2 Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
> Make thou the rain descend from heaven.
> 3 With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve,
> Far-seeing, sending forth its light.
> 4 This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down
> From heaven upon the straining cloth.
> 5 Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
> For Indra is poured forth as meath.
> 6 In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
> Sit in the place of sacrifice.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XL. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE Very Active hath assailed, while purified, all enemies:
> They deck the Sage with holy songs.
> 2 The Red hath mounted to his place; to India, goes the mighty juice:
> He settles in his firm abode.
> 3 O Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side, Pour on us treasures thousandfold.
> 4 O Soma Pavamana, bring, Indu, all splcndours hitherward:
> Find for us food in boundless store.
> 5 As thou art cleansed, bring hero strength and riches to thy worshipper,
> And prosper thou the singer's hymns.
> 6 O Indu, Soma, being cleansed, bring hither riches doublypiled,
> Wealth, mighty Indu, meet for lauds.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. ACTIVE and bright have they come forth, impetuous in speed like bulls,
> Driving the black skin far away.
> 2 Quelling the riteless Dasyu, may we think upon the bridge of bliss,
> Leaving the bridge of woe behind.
> 3 The mighty Pavamana's roar is heard as 'twere the rush of rain
> Lightnings are flashing to the sky.
> 4 Pour out on us abundant food, when thou art pressed, O Indu wealth
> In kine and gold and steeds and spoil.
> 5 Flow on thy way, Most Active, thou. fill full the mighty heavens and earth,
> As Dawn, as Surya with his beams.
> 6 On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream,
> As Rasa flows around the world.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. ENGENDERING the Sun in floods, engendering heaven's lights, green-hued,
> Robed in the waters and the milk,
> 2 According to primeval plan this Soma, with his stream, effused
> Flows purely on, a God for Gods.
> 3 For him victorious, waxen great, the juices with a thousand powers
> Are purified for winning spoil.
> 4 Shedding the ancient fluid he is poured into the cleansing sieve:
> He, thundering, hath produced the Gods.
> 5 Soma, while purifying, sends hither all things to be desired,
> He sends the Gods who strengthen Law.
> 6 Soma, effused, pour on us wealth in kine, in heroes, steeds, and spoil,
> Send us abundant store of food.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. WE will enrobe with sacred song the Lovely One who, as a Steed,
> Is decked with milk for rapturous joy.
> 2 All songs of ours desiring grace adorn him in the ancient way,
> Indu for Indra, for his drink.
> 3 Soma flows on when purified, beloved and adorned with songs,
> Songs of the sage Medhyatithi.
> 4 O Soma Pavamana, find exceeding glorious wealth for us,
> Wealth, Indu, fraught with boundless might.
> 5 Like courser racing to the prize Indu, the lover of the Gods,
> Roars, as he passes, in the sieve.
> 6 Flow on thy way to win us strength, to speed the sage who praises thee:
> Soma, bestow heroic power.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLIV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. INDU, to us for this great rite, bearing as 'twere thy wave to Gods,
> Unwearied, thou art flowing forQh.
> 2 Pleased with the hymn, impelled by prayer, Soma is hurried far away,
> The Wise One in the Singer's stream.,
> 3 Watchful among the. gods, this juice advances to the cleansing sieve
> Soma, most active, travels on.
> 4 Flow onward, seeking strength for us, embellishing the sacrifice:
> The priest with trimmed grass calleth thee.
> 5 May Soma, ever bringing power to Bhaga and to Vayu, Sage
> And Hero, lead us to the Gods.
> 6 So, to increase our wealth to-day, Inspirer, best of Furtherers,
> Win for us strength and high renown.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FLOW, thou who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the Gods,
> Indu, to Indra for his drink.
> 2 Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to
> The Gods, O better than our friends.
> 3 We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy:
> Unbar for us the doors of wealth.
> 4 He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run
> Indu belongs unto the Gods.
> 5 All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece:
> Singers have chanted Indu's praise.
> 6 Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man
> Who worships thee heroic strength.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. LIKE able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of Gods,
> joying in mountains, flowing on.
> 2 To Vayu flow the Soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful
> Like a bride dowered by her sire.
> 3 Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of
> juice, the Somas rich in food,
> Give strength to Indra with their work.
> 4 Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the brilliant juices blent with meal,
> And cook with milk the gladdening draught.
> 5 Thus, Soma, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us,
> Giver oF ample opulence.
> 6 This Pavamana, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn,
> The draught that shall make Indra glad.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLVII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. GREAT as he was, Soma hath gained strength by this high solemnity:
> joyous he riseth like a bull.
> 2 His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest:
> He sternly reckoneth their debts.
> 3 Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra's juice, becomes
> A thousand-winning thunderbolt.
> 4 Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage
> When he embellisheth his songs.
> 5 Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war
> Thou art upon the conquerors' side.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. WITH sacrifice we seek to thee kind Cherisher of manly might
> In mansions of the lofty heavens;
> 2 Gladdening crusher of the bold, ruling with very mighty sway,
> Destroyer of a hundred forts.
> 3 Hence, Sapient One! the Falcon, strong of wing, unwearied, brought thee down,
> Lord over riches, from the sky.
> 4 That each may see the light, the Bird brought us the guard of Law, the Friend
> Of all, the speeder through the air.
> 5 And now, sent forth, it hath attained to mighty power and majesty,
> Most active, ready to assist.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN XLIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. Poust down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky,
> And plenteous store of wholesome fbod.
> 2 Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us,
> The kine of strangers to our home.
> 3 Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream,
> Ppur down on us a flood of rain.
> 4 To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth
> For verily the Gods will bear.
> 5 Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas,
> Flashing out splendour as of old.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN L. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:
> Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point.
> 2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou
> Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.
> 3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One,
> Even Pavamana, dropping meath.
> 4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer,
> To seat thee in the place of song.
> 5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,
> Indu, for Indra, for his drink.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. ADHVARYU, on the filter pour the Soma juice expressed with stones,
> And make it pure for Indra's drink.
> 2 Pour out for Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven,, the Soma's juice,
> Most excellent, most rich in sweets.
> 3 These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu enjoy this juice of thine,
> This Pavamana's flowing meath.
> 4 For, Soma, thou hast been effused, strengthening for the wild carouse,
> O Steer, the singer, for our help.
> 5 Flow with thy stream, Far-sighted One, effused, into the cleansing sieve:
> Flow on to give us strength and fame.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. WEALTH-WINNER, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice,
> Flow to the filter when effused.
> 2 So, in thine ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams
> Run o'er the fleecy straining-cloth.
> 3 Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us
> Shake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.
> 4 Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men,
> Of him who threatens us with war.
> 5 Indu, Wealth-giver, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea,
> A thousand of thy pure bright streams.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves:
> Chase thou the foes who compass us.
> 2 Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked:
> With fearless heart will I sing praise.
> 3 No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws:
> Crush him who fain would fight with thee.
> 4 For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed,
> Indu the bringer of delight.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LIV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from
> The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.
> 2 In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes,
> Seven currents flowing through the sky.
> 3 He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist-
> Soma, a God as Surya is.
> 4 Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra's Friend,
> Wealth from the kine to feast the Gods.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,
> And, Soma, all felicities.
> 2 As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice,
> Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.
> 3 And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on
> Through days that fly most rapidly.
> 4 As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,
> Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. SWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law,
> Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
> 2 When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred ever-active streams
> To Indra's friendship win theirway.
> 3 Ten Dames have sung to welcome thee, even as a maiden greets her love:
> O Soma, thou art decked to win.
> 4 Flow hitherward, O Indu, sweet to Indra and to Visnu: guard
> The men, the singers, from distress.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LVII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THY streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,
> To bring a thousand stores of strength.
> 2 He flows beholding on his way all wellbeloved sacred lore,
> Green-tinted, brandishing his, arms.
> 3 He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants.
> Sits as a falcon in the, wood.
> 4 So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified,
> All treasures both of heaven and earth.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. SWIFT runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowing juice:
> Swift runs this giver of delight.
> 2 The Morning knows all precious things, the Goddess knows her grace to man:
> Swift runs this giver of delight.
> 3 We have accepted thousands from Dhvasra's and Purusanti's hands:
> Swift runs this giver of delight.
> 4 From whom we have accepted thus thousands and three times ten beside:
> Swift runs this giver of delight.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FLOW onward, Soma, winning kine, and steeds, and all that gives delight:
> Bring hither wealth with progeny.
> 2 Flow onward from the waters, flow, inviolable, from the plants:
> Flow onward from the pressing-boards.
> 3 Soma, as Pavamana, pass over all trouble and distress:
> Sit on the sacred grass, a Sage.
> 4 Thou, Pavamana, foundest light; thou at thy birth becamest great:
> O Indu, thou art over all.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. SING forth and laud with sacred song most active Pavamana, laud
> Indu who sees with thousand eyes.
> 2 Thee who hast thousand eyes to see, bearer of thousand burthens, they
> Have filtered through the fleecy cloth.
> 3 He, Pavamana, hath streamed through the fleece then: he runs into the jars,
> Finding his way to Indra's heart.
> 4 That Indra may be bounteous, flow, most active Soma, for our weal:
> Bring genial seed with progeny.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LXI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FLOW onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delight
> Battered the nine-and-ninety down,
> 2 Smote swiftly forts, and gambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga,
> For pious Divodasa's sake.
> 3 Finder of horses, pour on us horses and
> wealth in kine and gold,
> And, Indu, food in boundless store.
> 4 We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er
> The limit of the cleansing sieve.
> 5 With those same waves which in their stream oyerflow the purifying sieve,
> Soma; be gracious unto us.
> 6 O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides,-for thou canst,-
> Riches and food with hero sons.
> 7 Him here, the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify
> With the Adityas is he seen.
> 8 With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with,the beams
> Of Surya to the cleansing sieve.
> 9 Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pusan flow
> For Mitra and for Varuna.
> 10 High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained
> Strong sheltering power and great renown.
> 11 Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man,
> Yea, all the glories of mankind.
> 12 Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
> For Varuna and the Marut host.
> 13 The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
> The active crusher of the foe.
> 14 Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him,
> Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart.
> 15 Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk
> Increase the sea that merits laud.
> 16 From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and
> The lofty light of all mankind.
> 17 The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, of Pavamana, King!
> Flows o'er the woollen straining-cloth.
> 18 Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill,
> Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.
> 19 Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight,
> Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods.
> 20 Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day,
> Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.
> 21 Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,
> Falcon-like resting in thine home.
> 22 Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vrtra who
> Compassed and stayed the mighty floods.
> 23 Soma who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons:
> Strengthen, as thou art cleansed, our hymns.
> 24 Aided by thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war:
> Watch, Soma, at our solemn rites.
> 25 Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma flowcth on,
> Going to Indra's special place.
> 26 O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes:
> O Indu, grant heroic fame.
> 27 A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked
> thee when fain to give thy boons,
> When, being cleansed, thou combatest.
> 28 Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:
> Drive all our enemies away.
> 29 Indu, in this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we
> Subdue all those who war with us.
> 30 Those awful weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down-
> Guard us therewith from every foe.
> 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> 
> HYMN LXII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THESE rapid Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying sieve
> To bring us all felicities.
> 2 Dispelling manifold mishap, giving the courser's progeny,
> Yea, and the warrior steed, success.
> 3 Bringing prosperity to kine, they make perpetual Ila flow
> To us for noble eulogy.
> 4 Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been
> pressed in the streams for rapturous joy:
> Hawk-like he settles in his home.
> 5 Fair is the God-loved juice; the plant is washed in waters, pressed by men
> The milch-kine sweeten it with milk.
> 6 As drivers deck a courser, so have they adorned the meath's juice for
> Ambrosia, for the festival.
> 7 Thou, Indu, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for
> help,
> Hast settled in the cleansing sieve.
> 8 So flow thou onward through the fleece, for Indra flow, to be his drink,
> Finding thine home in vats of wood.
> 9 As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk,
> O Indu, for the Angirases.
> 10 Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana, sent to us
> For lofty friendship, meditates.
> 11 Queller of curses, mighty, with strong sway, this Pavamana shall
> Bring treasures to the worshipper.
> 12 Pour thou upon us thousandfold possessions, both of kine and steeds,
> Exceeding glorious, much-desired.
> 13 Wandering far, with wise designs, the juice here present is effused,
> Made beautiful by living men.
> 14 For Indra flows the gladdening drink, the measurer of the region, Sage,
> With countless wealth and endless help.
> 15 Born on the inountain, lauded here, Indu for Indra is set down,
> As in her sheltering nest a bird.
> 16 Pressed by the men, as 'twere to war hath Soma Pavamana sped,
> To test with might within the vats.
> 17 That he may move, they yoke him to the three-backed triple-seated car
> By the Seven Rsis' holy songs.
> 18 Drive ye that Tawny Courser, O ye pressers, on his way to war,
> Swift Steed who carries off the spoil.
> 19 Pouring all glories hither, he, effused and entering the jar,
> Stands like a hero mid the kine.
> 20 Indu, the living men milk out the juice to make the rapturous draught:
> Gods for the Gods milk out the meath.
> 21 Pour for the Gods into the sieve our Soma very rich in sweets,
> Him whom the Gods most gladly hear.
> 22 Into his stream who gladdens best these Soma juices have been poured,
> Lauded with songs for lofty fame.
> 23 Thou flowest to enjoy the milk, and bringest valour, being cleansed:
> Winning the spoil flow hitherward.
> 24 And, hymned by Jamadagnis, let all nourishment that kine supply,
> And general praises, flow to us.
> 25 Soma, as leader of the song flow onward with thy wondrous aids,
> For holy lore of every kind.
> 26 Do thou as leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea,
> Flow onward, thou who movest all.
> 27 O Soma, O thou Sage, these worlds stand ready to attest thy might:
> For thy behoof the rivers flow.
> 28 Like showers of rain that fall from heaven thy streams perpetually flow
> To the bright fleece spread under them.
> 29 For potent Indra purify Indu effectual and strong,
> Enjoyment-giver, Mighty Lord.
> 30 Soma, true, Pavamana, Sage, is seated in the cleansing sieve,
> Giving his praiser hero strength.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXIII. Soma Pavanana.
> 
> 1. POUR hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength,
> And keep renown secure for us.
> 2 Thou makest food and vigour swell for Indra, best of gladdeners!
> Within the cups thou seatest thee.
> 3 For Indra and for Visnu poured, Soma hath flowed into the jar:
> May Vayu find it rich in sweets.
> 4 These Somas swift and brown of hue, in stream of solemn sacrifice
> Have flowed through twisted obstacles,
> 5 Performing every noble work, active, augmenting Indra's strength,
> Driving away the godless ones.
> 6 Brown Soma-drops, effused that seek Indra, to their appropriate place
> Flow through the region hitherward.
> 7 Flow onward with that stream of thine wherewith thou gavest Surya light,
> Urging on waters good to men.
> 8 He, Pavamana, high o'er man yoked the Sun's courser Etasa
> To travel through the realm of air.
> 9 And those ten Coursers, tawny-hued, he harnessed that the Sun might come
> Indu, he said, is Indra's self.
> 10 Hence, singers, pour the gladdeningjuice to Vayu and to Indra, pour
> The drops upon the fleecy cloth.
> 11 O Soma Pavamana, find wealth for us not to be assailed,
> Wealth which the foeman may not win.
> 12 Send riches hither with thy stream in thousands, both of steeds and kine,
> Send spoil of war and high renown.
> 13 Soma the God, expressed with stones, like Surya, floweth on his way,
> Pouring the juice within the jar.
> 14 These brilliant drops have poured for us, in stream of solemn sacrifice,
> Worshipful laws and strength in kine.
> 15 Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Somas, blent with curdled milk,
> Effused for Indra Thunder-armed.
> 16 Soma, do thou most rich in sweets, a gladdening drink most dear to Gods,
> Flow to the sieve to bring us wealth.
> 17 For Indra, living men adorn the Tawny Courser in the streams, Indu, the giver of delight.
> 18 Pour for us, Soma, wealth in gold, in horses and heroic sons,
> Bring hither strength in herds of kine.
> 19 For Indra pour ye on the fleece him very sweet to taste, who longs.
> For battle as it were in war.
> 20 The singers, seeking help, adorn the Sage who must be decked with songs:
> Loud bellowing the Steer comes on,
> 21 The singers with their thoughts and hymns have, in the stream of sacrifice,
> Caused Soma, active Steer, to roar.
> 22 God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice:
> To Vayu mount as Law commands
> 23 O Soma, Pavamana, thou pourest out wealth that brings renown:
> Enter the lake, as one we love.
> 24 Soma thou flowest chasing foes and bringing wisdom and delight:
> Drive off the folk who love not Gods.
> 25 The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of Soma juice,
> For holy lore of every kind.
> 26 The Pavamanas have been shed, the beautiful swift Soma-drops,
> Driving all enemies afar.
> 27 From, heaven, from out the firmament, hath Pavamana been effused
> Upon the summit of the earth.
> 28 O Soma, Indu, very wise, drive, being purified, with thy stream
> All foes, all Raksasas away.
> 29 Driving the Raksasas afar, O Soma, bellowing, pour for us
> Most excellent and splendid strength.
> 30 Soma, do thou secure for us the treasures of the earih and heaven,
> Indu, all boons to be desired.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXIV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. Soma, thou art a splendid Steer, a Steer, O God, with steerlike sway:
> Thou as a Steer ordainest laws.
> 2 Steer-strong thy might is as a steer's, steerstrong thywood, steer-like thy drink
> A Steer indeed, O Steer, art thou.
> 3 Thou, Indu, as a vigorous horse, hast neighed together steeds and kine:
> Unbar for us the doors to wealth.
> 4 Out of desire of cows and steeds and horses. potent Soma-drops,
> Brilliant and swift, have been effused.
> 5 They purified in both the hands, made beautiful by holy men,
> Flow onward to the fleecy cloth.
> 6 These Soma juices shall pour forth all treasures for the worshipper
> From heaven and earth and firmament.
> 7 The streams of Pavamana, thine, Finder of all, have been effused,
> Even as Surya's rays of light.
> 8 Making the light that shines from heaven thou flowest on to every form
> Soma, thou swellest like a sea.
> 9 Urged on thou sendest out thy voice, O Pavamana; thou hast moved,
> Like the God Surya, to the sieve.
> 10 Indu, Enlightener, Friend, hath been purified by the sages' hymns:
> So starts the charioteer his steed-
> 11 Thy God-delighting wave which hath flowed to purifying seive,
> Alighting in the home of Law.
> 12 Flow to our sieve, a gladdening draught that hath most intercourse with Gods,
> Indu, to Indra for his drink.
> 13 Flow onward with a stream for food, made beautiful by sapient men:
> Indu with sheen approach the milk.
> 14 While thou art cleansed, Song-Lover, bring comfort and vigour to the folk,
> Poured, Tawny One! on milk and curds.
> 15 Purified for the feast of Gods, go thou to Indra's special place,
> Resplendent, guided by the strong.
> 16 Accelerated by the hymn, the rapid drops of Soma juice
> Have flowed, urged onward, to the lake.
> 17 Easily have the living drops, made beautiful, approached the lake,
> Yea, to the place of sacrifice.
> 18 Compass about, our faithful Friend, all our possessions with thy might:
> Guard, hero like, our sheltering home.
> 19 Loud neighs the Courser Etasa, with singers, harnessed for the place,
> Guided for travel to the lake.
> 20 What time the Swift One resteth in the golden place of sacrifice,
> He leaves the foolish far away.
> 21 The friends have sung in unison, the prudent wish to sacrifice:
> Down sink the unintelligent.
> 22 For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu, very rich in sweets,
> To sit in place of sacrifice.
> 23 Controlling priests and sages skilled in holy song adorn thee well:
> The living make thee beautiful.
> 24 Aryaman, Mitra, Varuna drink Pavamana's juice, yea, thine:
> O Sage, the Maruts drink thereof.
> 25 O Soma, Indu, thou while thou art purified urgest onward speech.
> Thousandfold, with the lore of hymns.
> 26 Yea, Soma, Indu, while thou art purified do thou bring to us
> Speech thousandfold that longs for war.
> 27 O Indu, Much-invoked, while thou art purifying, as the Friend.
> Of these men enter thou the lake.
> 28 Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes brilliantly. And form that utters loud acclaim.
> 29 Led by his drivers, and sent forth, the Strong Steed hath come nigh for spoil,
> Like warriors when they stand arrayed.
> 30 Specially, Soma, coming as a Sage from heaven to prosper us,
> Flow like the Sun for us to see.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE, glittering maids send Sura forth, the glorious sisters, close-allied,
> Send Indu forth, their mighty Lord.
> 2 Pervade, O Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light,
> God, coming hither from the Gods.
> 3 Pour on us, Pavamana, rain, as service and rain praise for Gods:
> Pour all to be our nourishment.
> 4 Thou art a Steer by lustre: we, O Pavamana, faithfully
> Call upon thee the Splendid One.
> 5 Do thou, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength:
> O Indu, come thou bitherward.
> 6 When thou art cleansed with both the hands and dipped in waters, with the wood.
> Thou comest to the gathering-place.
> 7 Sing forth your songs, as Vyasva sang, to Soma Pavamana, to,
> The Mighty One with thousand eyes;
> 8 Whose coloured sap they drive with stones, the yellow meath-distilling juice,
> Indu for Indra, for his drink.
> 9 We seek to gain the friendly love of thee that Strong and Mighty One,
> Of thee the winner of all wealth.
> 10 Flow onward with thy stream, a Steer, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord,
> Winning all riches by thy might.
> 11 I send thee forth to battle from the press, O Pavamana, Strong,
> Sustainer, looker on the light.
> 12 Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawny-coloured, with thy stream
> Incite to battle thine ally.
> 13 O Indu, visible to all pour out for us abundant food:
> Soma, be thou our prosperer.
> 14 The pitchers, Indu, with thy streams have sung aloud in vigorous might
> Enter them, and let Indra drink.
> 15 O thou whose potent gladdening juice they milk out with the stones, flow on,
> Destroyer of our enemies.
> 16 King Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf,
> To travel through the firmament.
> 17 Bring us, O Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds,
> The gift of fortune for our help.
> 18 Pressed for the banquet of the Gods, O Soma, bring us might, and speed,
> Like beauty for a brilliant show.
> 19 Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the wooden vats,
> Falcon-like resting in thine home.
> 20 Soma, the Water-winner flows to Indra, Vayu, Varuna,
> To Visnu and the Marut host.
> 21 Soma , bestowing food upon our progeny, from every sides,
> Pour on us riches thousandfold
> 22 The Soma juices which have been expressed afar or near at hand,
> Or there on Saryanavan's bank,
> 23 Those pressed among Arjikas, pressed among the active, in men's homes,
> Or pressed among the Races Five-
> 24 May these celestial drops, expressed, pour forth upon us, as they flow,
> Rain from the heavens apd hero strength.
> 25 Urged forward o'er the ox-hide flows the Lovely One of tawny hue,
> Lauded by Jamadagni's song.
> 26 Like horses urged to speed, the drops, bright, stirring vital power, when blent
> With milk, are beautified in streams.
> 27 So they who toil with juices send thee forward for the Gods' repast:
> So with this splendour flow thou on.
> 28 We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the Strong, that brings us bliss,
> The Guardian, the desire of all,
> 29 The Excellent, the Gladdener, the Sage with heart that understands,
> The Guardian, the desire of all;
> 30 Who for ourselves, O thou Most Wise, is wealth and fair intelligence,
> The Guardian, the desire of all.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FOR holy lore of every sort, flow onward thou whom all men love.
> A Friend to be besought by friends.
> 2 O'er all thou rulest with these Two which, Soma Pavamana, stand,
> Turned, as thy stations, hitherward.
> 3 Wise Soma Pavamana, thou encompassest on every side
> Thy stations as the seasons come.
> 4 Flow onward, generating food, for precious boons of every kind,
> A Friend for friends, to be our help.
> 5 Upon the lofty ridge of heaven thy bright rays with their essences,
> Soma, spread purifying power.
> 6 O Soma, these Seven Rivers flow, as being thine, to give command:
> The Streams of milk run forth to thee.
> 7 Flow onward, Soma in a stream, effused to gladden Indra's heart,
> Bringing imperishable fame.
> 8 Driving thee in Vivasvan's course, the Seven Sisters with their hymns
> Made melody round thee the Sage.
> 9 The virgins deck thee o'er fresh streams to drive thee to the sieve when thou,
> A singer, bathest in the wood.
> 10 The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, Mighty One, have pouredthem forth.
> Like coursers eager for renown.
> 11 They have been poured upon the fleece towards the meath-distilling vat:
> The holy songs have sounded forth.
> 12 Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached the lake,
> Have reached the place of sacrifice.
> 13 O Indu, to our great delight the running waters flow to us,
> When thou wilt robe thyself in milk.
> 14 In this thy friendship, and with thee to help us, fain to sacrifice,
> Indu, we crave thy friendly love.
> 15 Flow on, O Soma, for the great Viewer of men, for gain of Idne
> Enter thou into Indra's throat.
> 16 Best art thou, Soma, of the great, Strongest of strong ones, Indu: thou
> As Warrior ever hast prevailed.
> 17 Mightier even than the strong, more valiant even than the brave,
> More libpral than the bountiful,
> 18 Soma, as Sura, bring us food, win offspring of our bodies: we
> Elect thee for our friendship, we elect thee for companionship.
> 19 Agni, thou pourest life; send down upon us food and vigorous strength;
> Drive thou misfortune far away,
> 20 Agni is Pavamana, Sage, Chief Priest of all the Races Five:
> To him whose wealth is great we pray.
> 21 Skilled in thy task, O Agni, pour splendour with hero strength on us,
> Granting me wealth that nourishes.
> 22 Beyond his enemies away to sweet praise Pavamana flows,
> Like Surya visible to all.
> 23 Adorned by living men, set forth for entertainment, rich in food,
> Far-sighted Indu is a Steed.
> 24 He, Pavamana, hath produced the lofty Law, the brilliant light,
> Destroying darkness black of hue.
> 25 From tawny Pavamana, the Destroyer, radiant streams have sprung,
> Quick streams from him whose gleams are swift.
> 26 Best rider of the chariot, praised with fairest praise mid beauteous ones,
> Gold-gleaming with the Marut host,
> 27 May Pavamana, best to win the booty, penetrate with rays,
> Giving the singer hero strength.
> 28 Over the fleecy sieve hath flowed the drop effused: to Indra comes
> Indu while he is purified
> 29 This Soma, through the pressing-stones, is sporting on the oxhide, and
> Summoning Indra to the draught.
> 30 O Pavamana, bless us, so that we may live, with that bright milk
> Of thine which hath been brought from heaven.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXVII. Soma and Others.
> 
> 1. THOU, Soma, hast a running stream, joyous, most strong at sacrifice:
> Flow bounteously bestowing wealth.
> 2 Effused as cheerer of the men, flowing best gladdener, thou art
> A Prince to Indra with thy juice.
> 3 Poured forth by pressing-stones, do thou with loud roar send us in a stream
> Most excellent illustrious might.
> 4 Indu, urged forward, floweth through the fleecy cloth: the Tawny One
> With his loud roar hath brought as strength.
> 5 Indu, thou flowest through the fleece, bringing felicities and fame,
> And, Soma, spoil and wealth in kine.
> 6 Hither, O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds and cattle hundredfold:
> Bring wealth, O Soma, thousandfold.
> 7 In purifying, through the sieve the rapid drops of'Soma juice
> Come nigh to Indra in their course.
> 8 For Indra floweth excellent Indu, the noblest Soma juice
> The Living for the Living One.
> 9 The glittering maids send Sura forth they with their song have sung aloud
> To Pavamana dropping meath.
> 10 May Pusan, drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths
> Bestow on us our share of maids.
> 11 This Soma flows like gladdening oil for him who wears the braided locks:
> He shall give us our share of maids.
> 12 This Soma juice, O glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for thee:
> He shall give us our share of maids.
> 13 Flow onward, Soma, in thy stream, begetter of the sages' speech:
> Wealth-giver among Gods art thou.
> 14 The Falcon dips within the jars: he wrap.him in his robe and goes
> Loud roaring to the vats of wood.
> 15 Soma, thy juice hath been effused and poured into the pitcher: like
> A rapid hawk it rushes on.
> 16 For Indra flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight.
> 17 They were sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots that display their strength.
> 18 Brilliant, best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vayu forth.
> 19 Bruised by the press-stones and extolled, Soma, thou goest to the sieve,
> Giving the worshipper hero strength.
> 20 This juice bruised by the pressing-stones and lauded passes through the sieve,
> Slayer of demons, through the fleece.
> 21 O Pavamana, drive away the danger, whether near at hand
> Or far remote, that finds me here.
> 22 This day may Pavamana cleanse us with his purifying power,
> Most active purifying Priest.
> 23 O Agni, with the cleansing light diffused through all thy fiery glow,
> Purify thou this prayer of ours.
> 24 Cleanse us with thine own cleansing power, O Agni, that is bright with flame,
> And by libations poured to thee.
> 25 Savitar, God, by both of these, libation, purifying power,
> Purify me on every side.
> 26 Cleanse us, God Savitar, with Three, O Soma, with sublimest forms,
> Agni, with forms of power and might.
> 27 May the Gods' company make me clean, and Vasus make rue pure by song.
> Purify me, ye General Gods; O Jatavedas, make me pure.
> 28 Fill thyself full of juice, flow forth, O Soma, thou with all thy stalks,
> The best oblation to the Gods.
> 29 We with our homage have approached the Friend who seeks our wondering praise,
> Young, strengthener of the solemn rite.
> 30 Lost is Alayya's axe. O Soma, God do thou send it back hither in thy flow
> Even, Soma, God, if 'twere a mole.
> 31 The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,
> Tastes food completely purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's touch.
> 32 Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,
> Sarasvati draws forth for him water and butter, milk and meath.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE drops of Soma juice like cows who yield their milk have flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the Shining One,
> And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the udders stream.
> 2 He bellows with a roar arourd the highest twigs: the Tawny One is sweetened as he breaks them up.
> Then passing through the sieve into the ample room, the God throws off the dregs according to his wish.
> 3 The gladdening drink that measured out the meeting Twins fills full with milk the Eternal Ever-waxing Pair.
> Bringing to light the Two great Regions limitless, moving above them he gained sheen that never fades.
> 4 Wandering through, the Parents, strengthening the floods, the Sage makes his place swell with his own native might.
> The stalk is mixed with grain: he comes led by the men together with the sisters, and preserves the Head.
> 5 With energetic intellect the Sage is born, deposited as germ of Law, far from the Twins.
> They being young at first showed visibly distinct the Creature that is half-concealed and half-exposed.
> 6 The sages knew the form of him the Gladdener, what time the Falcon brought the plant from far away.
> Him who assures success they beautified in streams, the stalk who yearned therefor, mighty and meet for praise.
> 7 Together with the Rsis, with their prayers and hymns ten women deck thee, Soma, friendly when effused.
> Led by the men, with invocations of the Gods, through the fleece, thou hast given us strength to win the spoil.
> 8 Songs resonant with praise have celebrated him. Soma, Friend, springing forth with his fair company.
> Even him who rich in meath, with undulating stream, Winnner of Wealth, Immortal, sends his voice from heaven,
> 9 He sends it into all the region forth from heaven. Soma, while he is filtcred, settles in the jars.
> With milk and waters is he decked when pressed with stones: Indu, when purified, shall find sweet rest and room.
> 10 Even thus poured forth How on thy way, O Soma, vouchsafing us most manifold lively vigour.
> We will invoke benevolent Earth and Heaven. Give us, ye Gods, riches with noble heroes.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. LAID like an arrow on the bow the hymn hath been loosed like a young calf to the udder of its dam.
> As one who cometh first with full stream she is milked the Soma is impelled to this man's holy rites.
> 2 The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth;
> And Pavamana, like the shout of combatants, the drop rising in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.
> 3 He flows about the sheep-skin, longing for a bride: he looses Aditi's Daughters for the worshipper.
> The sacred drink hath come, gold-tinted, well-restrained: like a strong Bull he shines, whetting his manly might.
> 4 The Bull is bellowing; the Cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own resting-place.
> Onward hath Soma passed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and hath, as 'twere, endued a garment newly washed.
> 5 The golden-hued, Immortal, newly bathed, puts on a brightly shining vesture that is never harmed.
> He made the ridge of heaven to be his radiant robe, by sprinkling of the bowls from moisture of the sky.
> 6 Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, that cheer and send to sleep, together rush they forth,
> These swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure.
> 7 As down the steep slope of a river to the vale, drawn from the Steer the swift strong draughts have found a way.
> Well be it with the men and cattle in our home. May powers, O Soma, may the people stay with us.
> 8 Pour out upon us wealth in goods, in gold, in steeds, in cattle and in corn, and great heroic strength.
> Ye, Soma, are my Fathers, lifted up on high as heads of heaven and makers of the strength of life.
> 9 These Pavamanas here, these drops of Soma, to Indra have sped forth like cars to booty.
> Effused, they pass the cleansing fleece, while, gold-hued, they cast their covering off to pour the rain down.
> 10 O Indu, flow thou on for lofty Indra, flow blameless, very gracious, foe-destroyer.
> Bring splendid treasures to the man who lauds thee. O Heaven and Earth, with all the Gods protect. us.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE three times seven Milch-kine in the eastern heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine milky draught.
> Four other beauteous Creatures hath he made for his adornment, when he waxed in strength through holy rites.
> 2 Longing for lovely Amrta, by his wisdom he divided, each apart from other, earth and heaven.
> He gladly wrapped himself in the most lucid floods, when through their glory they found the God's resting-place.
> 3 May those his brilliant rays he ever free from death, inviolate, for both classes of created things,-
> Rays wherewith powers of men and Gods are purified. Yea, even for this have sageswelcomed him as King.
> 4 He, while he is adorned by the ten skilful ones, that he too in the Midmost Mothers may create,
> While he is watching o'er the lovely Amrta's ways, looks on both races as Beholder of mankind.
> 5 He, while he is adorned to stream forth mighty strength, rejoices in his place between the earth and heaven.
> The Steer dispels the evil-hearted with his might, aiming at offerings as an archer at the game.
> 6 Beholding, as it were, Two Mother Cows, the Steer goes roaring on his way even as the Maruts roar.
> Knowing Eternal Law, the earliest light of heaven, he, passing wise, was chosen out to tell it forth.
> 7 The fearful Bull is bellowing with violent might, far-sighted, sharpening his yellowcoloured horns.
> Soma assumes his seat in the well-fashioned place: the cowhide and the sheepskin are his ornament.
> 8 Bright, making pure his body free from spot and stain, on the sheep's back the Golden-coloured hath flowed down.
> Acceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, he is prepared as threefold meal by skilful men.
> 9 Flow on for the God's banquet, Soma, as a Steer, and enter Indra's heart, the Soma's reservoir.
> Bear us beyond misfortune ere we be oppres. sed. the man who knows the land directs the man who asks.
> 10 Urged like a car-steed flow to strength, O Soma: Indu, flow onward to the throat of Indra.
> Skilled, bear us past, as in a boat o'er water: as battling Hero save us from the foeman.
> 
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> 
> HYMN LXXI. Soma Pavamana,
> 
> 1. THE guerdon is bestowed: the Mighty takes his Seat, and, ever-Watchful, guards from fiend and evil sprite.
> Gold-hued, he makes the cloud his diadem, the milk his carpet in both worlds, and prayer his robe of state.
> 2 Strong, bellowing, he goes, like one who slays the folk; he lets this hue of Asuras flow off from him,
> Throws off his covering, seeks his father's meeting-place, and thus makes for himself the bright robe he assumes.
> 3 Onward he flows, from both the hands, pressed out with stones: excited by the prayer, the water makes him wild.
> He frolics and draws near, completes his work with song, and bathes in streams to satisfy the worshipper.
> 4 They pour out meath around the Master of the house, Celestial Strengthener of the mountain that gives might;
> In whom, through his great powers, oblation-eating cows in their uplifted udder mix their choicest milk.
> 5 They, the ten sisters, on the lap of Aditi, have sent him forward like a car from both the arms.
> He wanders and comes near the Cow's mysterious place, even the place which his inventions have produced.
> 6 Like as a falcon to his home, so speeds the God to his own golden wisely-tashioned place to rest.
> With song they urge the darling to the sacred grass: the Holy One goes like a courser to the Gods.
> 7 From far away, from heaven, the redhued noted Sage, Steer of the triple height, hath sung unto the kine.
> With thousand guidings he, leading this way and that, shines, as a singer, splendidly through many a morn.
> 8 His covering assumes a radiant hue; where'er he comes into the fight he drives the foe afar.
> The Winner of the Floods, with food he seeks the host of heaven, he comes to praises glorified with milk.
> 9 Like a bull roaming round the herds he bellows: he hath assumed the brilliancy of Surya.
> Down to the earth hath looked the heavenly Falcon: Soma with wisdom views all living creatures.
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> HYMN LXXII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THEY cleanse the Gold-hued: like a red Steed is he yoked, and Soma in the jar is mingled with the milk.
> He sendeth out his voice, and many loving friends of him the highly lauded hasten with their songs.
> 2 The many sages utter words in unison, while into Indra's throat they pour the Soma juice,
> When, with the ten that dwell together closely joined, the men whose hands are skilful cleanse the lovely meath.
> 3 He goes upon his way, unresting, to the cows, over the roaring sound which Sarya's Daughter loves.
> The Falcon brought it to him for his own delight: now with the twofold kindred sisters is his home.
> 4 Washed by the men, stone-pressed, dear on the holy grass, faithful to seasons, Lord of cattle from of old,
> Most liberal, completing sacrifice for men, O Indra, pure bright Soma, Indu, flows for thee.
> 5 O Indra, urged by arms of men and poured in streams, Soma flows on for thee after.his Godlike kind.
> Plans thou fulfillest, gatherest thoughts for sacrifice: in the bowls sits the Gold-hued like a roosting bird.
> 6 Sages well-skilled in work, intelligent, drain out the stalk that roars, the Sage, the Everlasting One.
> The milk, the hymns unite them with him in the place of sacrifice, his seat who is produced anew.
> 7 Earth's central point, sustainer of the mighty heavens, distilled into the streams, into the waters' wave,
> As Indra's thunderbolt, Steer with farspreading wealth, Soma is flowing on to make the heart rejoice.
> 8 Over the earthly region flow thou on thy way, helping the praiser and the pourer, thou Most Wise.
> Let us not lack rich treasure reaching to our home, and may we clothe ourselves in manifold bright wealth.
> 9 Hither, O Indu, unto us a hundred gifts of steeds, a thousand gifts of cattle and of gold,
> Measure thou forth, yea, splendid ample strengthening food do thou, O Pavamana, heed this laud of ours.
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> HYMN LXXIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THEY from the spouting drop have sounded at the rim: naves speed together to the place of sacrifice.
> That Asura hath formed, to seize, three lofty heights. The ships of truth have borne the pious man across.
> 2 The strong Steers, gathering, have duly stirred themselves,and over the stream's wave the friends sent forth the song.
> Engendering the hymn, with flowing streams of meath, Indra's dear body have they caused to wax in strength.
> 3 With sanctifying gear they sit around the song: their ancient Father guards their holy work from harm.
> Varuna hath o'erspread the mighty sea of air. Sages had power to hold him in sustaining floods.
> 4 Sweet-tongued, exhaustless, they have sent their voices down togetlier, in heaven's vault that pours a thousand streams.
> His wildly-restless warders never close an eye: in every place are found the bonds that bind man last.
> 5 O'er Sire and Mother they have roared in unison bright with the verse of praise, burning up riteless men,
> Blowing away with supernatural might from earth and from the heavens the swarthy skin which Indra hates.
> 6 Those which, as guides of song and counsellors of speed, were manifested from their ancient dwelling place,-
> From these the eyeless and the deaf have turned aside: the wicked travel not the pathway of the Law.
> 7 What time the filter with a thousand streams is stretched, the thoughtful sages purify their song therein.
> Bright-coloured are their spies, vigorous, void of guile, excellent, fair to see, beholders of mankind.
> 8 Guardian of Law, most wise, he may not be deceived: three Purifiers hath he set within his heart.
> With wisdom he beholds all creatures that exist: he drives into the pit the hated riteliess ones.
> 9 The thread of sacrifice spun in the cleansing sieve, on Varuna's tongue-tip, by supernatural might,-
> This, by their striving, have the prudent ones attained: he who hath not this power shall sink into the pit.
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> HYMN LXXIV. Soma Pavamana
> 
> 1. BORN like a youngling he hath clamoured in the wood, when he, the Red, the Strong, would win the light of heaven.
> He comes with heavenly seed that makes the water swell: him for wide-spreading shelter we implore with prayer.
> 2 A far-extended pillar that supports the sky the Soma-stalk, filled full, moves itself every way.
> He shall bring both these great worlds while the rite proceeds: the Sage holds these who move! together and all food.
> 3 Wide space hath he who follows Aditi's right path, and mighty, well-made food, meath blent with Soma juice;
> He who from hence commands the rain, Steer of the kine, Leader of floods, who helps us hence, who claims our laud.
> 4 Butter and milk are drawn from animated cloud; thence Amrta is produced, centre of sacrifice.
> Hini the Most Bounteous Ones, ever united, love; him as ouir Friend the Men who make all swell rain down.
> 5 The Soma-stalk hath roared, following with the wave: he swells with sap for man the skin which Gods enjoy.
> Upon the lap of Aditi he lays the germ, by means whereof we gain children and progeny.
> 6 In the third region which distils a thousand streams, may the Exhaustless Ones descend with procreant power.
> The kindred Four have been sent downward from the heavens: dropping with oil they bring Amrta and sacred gifts.
> 7 Soma assumes white colour when he strives to gain: the bounteous Asura knows full many a precious boon.
> Down the steep slope, through song, he comes to sacrifice, and he will burst the water-holding cask of heaven,
> 8 Yea, to the shining milk-anointed beaker, as to his goal, hath stepped the conquering Courser.
> Pious-souled men have sent their giffi of cattle unto Kaksivan of the hundred winters.
> 9 Soma, thy juice when thou art blended with the streams, flows, Pavamana, through the long wool of the sheep.
> So, cleansed by sages. O best giver of delight, grow sweet for Indra, Pavamana! for his drink.
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> HYMN LXXV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. GRACIOUSLY-MINDED he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er which the Youthful One grows great.
> The Mighty and Far-seeing One hath mounted now the mighty Surya's car which moves to every side.
> 2 The Speaker, unassailable Master of this hymn, the Tongue of sacrifice pours forth the pleasant meath.
> Within the lustrous region of the heavens the Son makes the third secret name of Mother and of Sire.
> 3 Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir.
> The milky streams of sacrifice have sung to him: he of the triple height shines brightly through the morns.
> 4 Pressed by the stones, with hymns, and graciously inclined, illuminating both the Parents, Heaven and Earth,
> He flows in ordered season onward through the flee, a current of sweet juice still swelling day by day.
> 5 Flow onward, Soma, flow to bring prosperity: cleansed by the men, invest thee with the milky draught.
> What gladdening drinks thou hast, foaming, exceeding strong, even with these incite Indra to give us wealth.
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> HYMN LXXVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. ON flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.
> The Gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, impetuously winneth splendour in the streams.
> 2 He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for the kine.
> Indu, while stimulating India's might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.
> 3 Soma, as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou Indra's throat.
> Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us, as 'twere through song.
> 4 Onward he flows, the King of all that sees the light: the Rsis' Lord hath raised the song of sacrifice;
> Even he who is adorned with Surya's arrowy beam, Father of hymns, whose wisdom is beyond our reach.
> 5 Like as a bull to herds, thou flowest to the pail, bellowing as a steer upon the water's lap.
> So, best of Cheerers, thou for Indra flowest on that we, with thy protection, may o'ercome in fight.
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> HYMN LXXVII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. MORE beauteous than the beautiful, as Indra's bolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat.
> Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him like milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.
> 2 On flows that Ancient One whom, hitherward, from heaven, sped through the region of the air, the Falcon snatched.
> He, quivering with alarm and terrified in heart before bow-armed Krsanu, holdeth fast the sweet.
> 3 May those first freshest drops of Soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us mighty strength in kine.
> Beauteous as serpents, worthy to be looked upon, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased.
> 4 May that much-lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well-knowing, fight against our enemies.
> He who hath brought the germ beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely-opcned stall of kine.
> 5 The active potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuna whom the forward man can ne'er deceive.
> Mitra, the Holy, hath been pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd,
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> HYMN LXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. RAISING his voice the King hath flowed upon his way: invested with the waters he would win the kine.
> The fleece retains his solid parts as though impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks the special place of Gods.
> 2 Thou, Soma, art effused for Indra by the men, balmed in the wood as wave, Sage, Viewer of mankind.
> Full many are the paths whereon thou mayest go: a thousand bay steeds hast thou resting in the bowls.
> 3 Apsarases who dwell in waters of the sea, sitting within, have flowed to Soma wise of heart.
> They urge the Master of the house upon his way, and to the Eternal Pavamana pray for bliss.
> 4 Soma flows on for u's as winner of the kine, winner of thousands, cars, water, and light, and gold;
> He whom the Gods have made a gladdening draught to drink, the drop most sweet to taste, weal-bringing, red of hue.
> 5 Soma, as Pavamana thou, our faithful Friend, making for us these real treasures, flowest on.
> Slay thou the enemy both near and,far away: grant us security and ample pasturage.
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> HYMN LXXIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. SPONTANEOUS let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed, golden-hued, among the Gods of lofty heaven.
> Perish among us they who give no gifts of food! perish the godless! May our prayers obtain success.
> 2 Forward to us the drops, distilling meath, shall flow, like riches for whose sake we urge the horses on.
> Beyond the crafty hindering of all mortal men may we continually bear precious wealth away.
> 3 Yea, yerily, foe of hate shown to himself is he, yea, verity, destroyer too of other hate.
> As thirst subdueth in the desert, conquer thou, O Soma Pavarnana, men of evil thoughts.
> 4 Near kin to thee is he, raised loftiest in the heavens: upon the earth's high ridge thy scions have grown forth.
> The press-stones chew and crunch thee on the ox's hide: sages have milked thee with their hands into the streams.
> 5 So do they hurry on thy strong and beauteous juice, O Indu, as the first ingredient of the draught.
> Bring low, thou Pavamana, every single foe, and be thy might shown forth as sweet and gladdening drink.
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> HYMN LXXX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. ON flows the stream of Soma who beholds mankind: by everlasting Law he calls the Gods from heaven.
> He lightens with the roaring of Br aspati: h the lakes have not contained the pourings of juice.
> 2 Thou, powerful Soma, thou to whom the cows have -lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, thine iron-fashioned home.
> Thou, lengthening our princes' life and high renown, flowest for Indra as his might to gladdening drink.
> 3 Best giver of delight, he flows to Indra's throat, robing himself in might, Auspicious One, for fame.
> He spreads himself abroad to meet all things that be: the vigorous Tawny Steed flows sporting on his way.
> 4 The men, the ten swift fingers, milk thee out for Gods, even thee most rich in meath, with thousand flowing streams.
> Soma who winnest thousands, driven by the men, expressed with stones, bring, as thou flowest, all the Gods.
> 5 Deft-handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer enriched with sweets.
> Thou, Soma, gladdening Indra, and the Heavenly Host, flowest as Pavamana like a river's wave.
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> HYMN LXXXI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. ONWARD to Indra's throat move, beauteously adorned, the waves of Soma as he purifies himself,
> When they, brought forward with the lovely curd of kine, effused, have cheered the Hero to bestow his gifts.
> 2 Hither hath Soma flowed unto the beakers, like a chariot-horse, a stallion swift upon his way.
> Thus, knowing both the generations, he obtains the rights and dues of Gods from yonder and from hence.
> 3 While thou art cleansed, O Soma, scatter wealth on us; Indu, bestow great bounty as a liberal Prince.
> Giver of life, with wisdom help to opulence; strew not our home possessions far away from us.
> 4 Hither let Pusan Pavamana come to us, Varuna, Mitra, bountiful, of one accord,
> The Maruts, Asvins, Vayu, and Brhaspati, Savitar, Tvastar, tractable Sarasvati.
> 5 Both Heaven and Earth, the all-invigorating Pair, Vidhatar, Aditi, and Aryaman the God,
> Bhaga who blesses men, the spacious Firmament,-let all the Gods in Pavamana take delight.
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> HYMN LXXXII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. EVEN as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the Wondrous One hath bellowed to the kine.
> While purified he passes through the filtering fleece to seat him hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.
> 2. To glory goest thou, Sage with disposing skill, like a groomed steed thou rusbest forward to the prize.
> O Soma, be thou gracious, driving off distress: thou goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state.
> 3 Parjanya is the Father of the Mighty Bird: on mountains, in earth's centre hath he made his home.
> The waters too have flowed, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.
> 4 Thou givest pleasure as a wife delights her lord. Listen, O Child of Pajri, for to thee I speak.
> Amid the holy songs go on that we may live: in time of trouble, Soma, watch thou free from blame.
> 5 As to the men of old thou camest, Indu unharmed, to strengthen, winning hundreds, thousands,
> So now for new felicity flow onward: the waters follow as thy law ordaineth.
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> HYMN LXXXIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. SPREAD is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs from every side.
> The raw, whose mass hath not been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.
> 2 High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering with light.
> The Swift Ones favour him who purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.
> 3 The foremost spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be.
> By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ,
> 4 Gandharva verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the Gods.
> Lord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.
> 5 Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, thou corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of Gods.
> King, on thy chariot-sieve thou goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.
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> HYMN LXXXIV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FLOW, cheering Gods, most active, winner of the flood, for Indra, and for Vayu, and for Varuna.
> Bestow on us to-day wide room with happiness, and in tbine ample dwelling laud the Host of Heaven.
> 2 He who hath come anear to creatures that have life, Immortal Soma flows onward to all of them.
> Effecting, for our aid, both union and release, Indu, like Surya, follows closely after Dawn.
> 3 He who is poured with milk, he who within the plants hastes bringing treasure for the happiness of Gods,
> He, poured forth in a stream flows with the lightning's flash, Soma who gladdens Indra and the Host of Heaven.
> 4 Winner of thousands, he, this Soma, flows along, raising a vigorous voice that wakens with the dawn.
> Indu with winds drives on the ocean of the air, he sinks within the jars, he rests in Indra's heart.
> 5 The kine with milk dress him who makes the milk increase, Soma, amid the songs, who finds the light of heaven.
> Winner of wealth, the effectual juice is flowing on, Singer and Sage by wisdom, dear as heaven itself.
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> HYMN LXXXV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> I. 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.
> 2 O Pavamana, urge us forward in the fight thou art the vigour of the Gods, the well-loved drink.
> Smite thou our enemies who raise the shout of joy: Indra, drink Soma juice, and drive away our foes.
> 3 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.
> 4 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.
> 5 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.
> 6 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.
> 7 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.
> 8 While thou art purified pour on us hero strength, great, far-extended shelter, spacious pasturage.
> Let no oppression master this our holy work: may we, O Indu, gain all opulence through thee.
> 9 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.
> 10 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.
> 11 The Loving Ones besought with many voices the Eagle who had flown away to heaven.
> Hymns kiss the Youngling worthy of laudation, resting on earth, the Bird of golden colour.
> 12 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.
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> HYMN LXXXVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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.
> 2 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.
> 3 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 Indra's nourishment.
> 4 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.
> 5 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.
> 6 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.
> 7 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.
> 8 The Sovran dips him in the seain 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.
> 9 He on whose high decree the heavens and earth depend nath 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.
> 10 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.
> 11 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.
> 12 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 by worshippers.
> 13 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.
> 14 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.
> 15 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.
> 16 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 youtlitial maids, and gains the beaker by a course of bundred paths.
> 17 Your songs, exhilarating, tuneful, uttering praise, are come into the placns where the people meet.
> Worshippers have exalted Soma with their hymns, and milch kine have come near to meet him with their milk.
> 18 O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, pour on us accumulateds Plentiful, nutritious food,
> Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched with store of nourishment, and strength, and Meath.
> 19 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.
> 20 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.
> 21 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.
> 22 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.
> 23 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 the Angirases.
> 24 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.
> 25 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.
> 26 Indu, attaining purity, plunges through the foe, making Ilis 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.
> 27 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.
> 28 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 of Law.
> 29 Thou art the sea, O Sage who bringest alf to light: under thy Law are these five regions of the world.
> Tlou reachest out beyond the earth, beyond the heavens: thine are the lights, O Pavamana, thine the Sun.
> 30 Thou in the filter, Soma Pavamana, art purified to support the region for the Gods.
> The chief, the longing ones have sought to hold thee fast, and all these living creatures have been turned to thee.
> 31 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.
> 32 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 special place.
> 33 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.
> 34 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.
> 35 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.
> 36 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.
> 37 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.
> 38 O Soma, thou beholdest men from every side: O Pavamana, Steer, thou wanderest through these.
> Pour out upon us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength to live among the things that be.
> 39 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.
> 40 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.
> 41 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.
> 42 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.
> 43 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.
> 44 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.
> 45 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 hom-e with wealth.
> 46 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.
> 47 Thy strearns 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.
> 48 Winner of' power, flow, Soma, worthy of our laud: run onward to the fleece as well-beloved meath.
> Destroy, O Indu, all voracious Raksasas. With brave sons in the assembly let our speech be bold.
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> HYMN LXXXVII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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.
> 2 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 earth's supporter.
> 3. Rsi and Sage, the Champion of the people, cleft and sagacious, Usana in wisdom,
> He hath discovered even their hidden nature, the Cows' concealed and most mysterious title.
> 4 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.
> 5 These Somas are for wealth of countless cattle, renown therefor, and mighty strength immortal.
> These have been sent forth, urified by strainers, like steeds who rusg to battle fain for glory.
> 6 He, while he cleanses him, invoked of many, hath flowed to give the people all enjoyment.
> Thou whom the Falcon brought, bring, dainty viands, bestir thyself and send us wealth and booty.
> 7 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 kpen-pointed, like a brave warrior in the fray for cattle.
> 8 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,
> 9 Cleansing thyselr, and borne along with Indra, Soma, thou goest round the herd of cattle.
> May thy praise help us, Mighty One, prompt Giver, to the full ample food which thou bestowest.
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> HYMN LXXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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.
> 2 Like a capacious car hath it been harnessed, the Mighty; to acquire abundant treasures.
> Then in the sacrifice they celebrated all triumphs won by Nahus -n the battle.
> 3 Like Vayu with his team, moving at pleasure, most gracious when invoked like both Nasatyas,
> Thou art thyself like the Wealth-Giver, Soma! who grants all boons, like song-inspiring Pusan.
> 4 Like Indra who hath done great deeds, thou, Soma, art slayer of the Vrtras, Fort-destroyer.
> Like Pedu's horse who killed the brood of serpents, thus thou, O Soma, slayest every Dasyu.
> 5 Like Agni loosed amid the forest, fiercely he winneth splendour in the running waters.
> Like one who fights, the roaring of the mighty, thus Soma Pavamana sends his current.
> 6 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 seaward.
> 7 Flow onward like the potent band of Maruts, like that Celestial Host whom none revileth.
> Quickly be gracious unto us like waters, like sacrifice victorious, thousand-fashioned.
> 8 Thine are King Varuna's eternal statutes, lofty and deep, O Soma, is thy glory.
> All-pure art thou like Mitra the beloved, adorable, like Aryaman, O Soma.
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> HYMN LXXXIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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 bosom.
> 2. 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 Father's offspring.
> 3 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 protector.
> 4 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 vigorous Racer.
> 5 Four pouring out the holy oil attend him, sitting together in the same container.
> To him they flow, when purified, with homage, and still, from every side, are first about him.
> 6 He is the buttress of the heavens, supporter of earth, and in his hand are all the people.
> Be the team's Lord a well to thee the singer: cleansed is the sweet plant's stalk for deed of glory.
> 7 Fighting, uninjured come where Gods are feasted; Soma, as Vitra-slayer flow for Indra.
> Vouchsafe us ample riches very splendid may we be masters of heroic vigour.
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> HYMN XC. Soma Pavamana,
> 
> 1. URGED On, the Father of the Earth and Heaven hath gone forth like a car to gather booty,
> Going to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hand containing every treasure.
> 2 To him the tones of sacred song have sounded, Steer of the triple height, the Life-bestower.
> Dwelling in wood as Varuna in rivers, lavishing treasure he distributes blessings
> 3 Great Conqueror, warnor-girt, Lord of all heroes, flow on thy way as he who winneth riches;
> With sharpened. arms, with swift bow, never vanquished in battle, vanquishing in fight the foemen.
> 4 Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both earth and heaven with all their fulness.
> Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call to us abundant vigour.
> 5 O Soma, gladden Varuna and Mitra; cheer, Indu Pavamana! Indra, Visnu.
> Cheer thou the Gods, the Company of Maruts: Indu, cheer mighty Indra to rejoicing.
> 6 Thus like a wise and potent King flow onward, destroying with thy vigour all misfortunes.
> For our well-spoken hymn give life, O Indu. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.
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> HYMN XCI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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 places.
> 2 The drop of Soma, pressed by wise Nahusyas, becomes the banquet of the Heavenly People-
> Indu, by hands of mortal men made beauteous, immortal, with the sheep and cows and waters.
> 3 Steer roaring unto Steer, this Pavamana, this juice runs to the white milk of the milch-cow.
> Through thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer, like Sura by his fair and open pathways.
> 4 Break down the, strong seats even of the demons: cleansing thee, Indu, robd thyself in vigour.
> Rend with thy swift bolt, coming from above them, those who are near and those who yet are distant.
> 5 Prepare the forward paths in ancient manner for the new bymn, thou Giver of all bounties.
> Those which are high and hard for foes to conquer may we gain from thee, Active! Food-bestower!
> 6 So purifying thee vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and cows, offipring and many children.
> Give us health, ample land, and lights, O Soma, and grant us long to look upon the sunshine.
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> HYMN XCII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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.
> 2 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 Invoker.
> 3 Shared by all Gods, mobt 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 labour.
> 4 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.
> 5 Now let this be the truth of Pavamana, there where all singers gather them together,
> That he hath given us room and made the daylight, hath holpen Manu and repelled the Dasyu.
> 6 As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King who goes to great assemblies,
> Soma hath sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and like a wild bull, in the wood hath settled.
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> HYMN XCIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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 vigorous courser.
> 2 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 beaker.
> 3 Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow: thither in streams goes very sapient Indu.
> The kine make ready, as with new-washed treasures, the Head and Chief with milk within the vessels.
> 4 With all the Gods, O Indu Pavamana, while thou art roaring send us wealth in horses.
> Hither upon her car come willing Plenty, inclined to us, to give us of her treasures.
> 5 Now unto us mete riches, while they cleansethee, 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.
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> HYMN XCIV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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 may prosper.
> 2 The worlds expand to hirn who from aforetime found light to spread the law of life eternal.
> The swelling songs, like kine within the stable, in deep devotion call aloud on Indu.
> 3 When the sage bears his holy wisdom round him, like a car visiting all worlds, the Hero,
> Becoming fame, mid Gods, unto the mortal, wealth to the skilled, worth praise mid the Ever-present,
> 4 For glory born be hath come forth to glory: he giveth life and glory to the singers.
> They, clothed in glory, have become immortal. He, measured in his course, makes frays successful.
> 5 Stream to us food and vigour, kine and horses: give us broad lights and fill thGods with rapture.
> All ther are easy things for thee to master thou, Pavamana Soma, quellest foemen.
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> HYMN XCV Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. 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, engender praise-songs.
> 2 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 widely.
> 3 Hastening onward like the waves of waters, our holy hymns are pressing nigh to Soma.
> To him they come with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who longs to meet them.
> 4 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.
> 5 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.
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> HYMN XCVI. Soma Pavamana
> 
> 1. IN forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host rejoices.
> Soma endues his robes of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on Indra.
> 2 Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage.
> The Friend of Indra mounts his car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the prayer we offer.
> 3 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
> 4 Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection.
> This is the wish of these friends assembled: this is my wish, O Soma Pavamana.
> 5 Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven:
> Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the Father who begat Indra and Visnu.
> 6 Brahman of Gods, the Leader of the poets, Rsi of sages, Bull of savage creatures,
> Falcon amid the vultures, Axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma singing.
> 7 He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises.
> Beholding these inferior powers in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer well-knowing.
> 8 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 Indra.
> 9 Dear, grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to delight him.
> With hundred powers, with thousand currents, Indu, like a strong car-horse, goes to the assembly.
> 10 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.
> 11 For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties.
> Fighting unvanquished, open the enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds and heroes.
> 12 As thou didst flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in oblations,
> Even thus flow onward now conferring riches: combine with Indra, and bring forth thy weapons.
> 13 Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit.
> Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra.
> 14 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 existence.
> 15 Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger,
> Like fresh milk poured by Aditi, like passage in ample room, or like a docile car-horse.
> 16 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 Vayu.
> 17 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 joes singing through the cleansing filter.
> 18 Light-winner, Rsi-mindcd, Rsi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages,
> A Steer who strives to gain his third form, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a Singer.
> 19 Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons,
> Following close the sea, the wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth form and declares it.
> 20 Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches,
> A steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed into the beakers.
> 21 Flow on with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter.
> Enter the beakers sporting, as they cleanse thee, and let thy gladdening juice make Indra joyful.
> 22 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.
> 23 Chasing our foes thou comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his darling.
> As a bird flies and settles in the forest, thus Soma settles, purified, in goblets.
> 24 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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> HYMN XCVII. Soma Pavamana
> 
> 1. MADE pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse the God hath to the Gods his juice imparted.
> He goes, effused and singing, to the filter, like priest to measured seats supplied with cattle.
> 2 Robed in fair raiment meet to wear in battle, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations.
> Roll onward to the beakers as they cleanse thee, far-seeing at the feast of Gods, and watchful.
> 3 Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a Prince among us, nobler than the noble.
> Roar out as thou art purified, run forward. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.
> 4 Let us sing praises to the Gods: sing loudly, send ye the Soma forth for mighty riches.
> Let him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through the filter, and let our pious one rest in the pitcher.
> 5 Winning the friendship of the Deities, Indu flows in a thousand streams to make them joyful.
> Praised by the men after the ancient statute, he hath come nigh, for our great bliss, to Indra.
> 6 Flow, Gold-hued, cleansing thee, to enrich the singer: let thy juice go to Indra to support him.
> Come nigh, together with the Gods, for bounty. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.
> 7 The God declares the Deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming lofty wisdom.
> With brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, the Boar advances, singing, to the places.
> 8 The Swans, the Vrsaganas from anear us have brought their restless spirit to our dwelling.
> Friends come to Pavamana meet for praises, and sound in concert their resistless music.
> 9 He follows the Wide-strider's rapid movement: cows low, as 'twere, to him who sports at pleasure.
> He with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the Silvery shines by night, by day the Golden.
> 10 Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, to make him joyful.
> He quells malignities and slays the demons, the King of mighty power who brings us comfort.
> 11 Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter-
> Indu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the God who gladdens, for the God's enjoyment.
> 12 As he is purified he pours out treasures, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices.
> Indu hath, wearing qualities by seasons, on the raised fleece engaged, the ten swift fingers.
> 13 The Red Bull bellowing to the kine advances, causing the heavens and earth to roar and tbunder.
> Well is he beard like Indra's shout in battle: letting this voice be known he hastens hither.
> 14 Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet flavours, urging the meath-rich plant thou goest onward.
> Raising a shout thou flowest as they cleanse thee, when thou, O Soma, art effused for Indra.
> 15 So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, aiming deatb-shafts at him who stays the waters,
> Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine, O Soma.
> 16 Pleased with us, Indu, send us as thou flowest good easy paths in ample space and comforts.
> Dispelling, as 'twere with a club, misfortunes, run o'er the height, run o'er the fleecy summit.
> 17 Pour on us rain celestial, quickly streaming, refreshing, fraught with health and ready bounty.
> Flow, Indu, send these Winds thy lower kinsmen, setting them free like locks of hair unbraided.
> 18 Part, like a knotted tangle, while they cleanse thee, O Soma, righteous and unrighteous conduct.
> Neigh like a tawny courser who is loosened, come like a youth, O God, a house-possessor.
> 19 For the God's service, for delight, O Indu, run o'er the height, run o'ver the fleecy summit.
> With thousand streams, inviolate, sweet-scented, flow on for gain of strength that conquers heroes.
> 20 Without a car, without a rein to guide them, unyoked, like coursers started in the contest,
> These brilliant drops of Soma juice run forward. Do ye, O Deities, come nigh to drink them.
> 21 So for our banquet of the Gods, O Indu, pour down the rain of heaven into the vessels.
> May Soma grant us riches sought with longing, mighty, exceeding strong, with store of heroes.
> 22 What time the loving spirit's word had formed him Chief of all food, by statute of the Highest,
> Then loudly lowing came the cows to Indu, the chosen, well-loved Master in the beaker.
> 23 The Sage, Celestial, liberal, raining bounties, pours as he flows the Genuine for the Truthful.
> The King shall be effectual strength's upholder: he by the ten bright reins is mostly guided.
> 24 He who beholds mankind, made pure with filters, the King supreme of Deities and mortals,
> From days of old is Treasure-Lord of riches: he, Indu, cherishes fair well-kept Order.
> 25 Haste, like a steed, to vittory for glory, to Indra's and to Vayu's entertainment.
> Give us food ample, thousandfold: be, Soma, the finder-out of riches when they cleanse thee.
> 26 Effused by us let God-delighting Somas bring as they flow a home with noble heroes.
> Rich in all boons like priests acquiring favour, the worshippers of heaven, the best of Cheerers.
> 27 So, God, for service of the Gods flow onward, flow, drink of Gods, for ample food, O Soma.
> For we go forth to war against the mighty make heaven and earth well stablished by thy cleansing.
> 28 Thou, yoked by strong men, neighest like a courser, swifter than thought is, like an awful lion.
> By paths directed hitherward, the straightest, send thou us happiness, Indu, while they cleanse thee.
> 29 Sprung from the Gods, a hundred streams, a thousand, have been effused: sages prepare and purge them.
> Bring us from heaven the means of winnning, Indu; thou art-forerunnner of abundant riches.
> 30 The streams of days, were poured as 'twere from heaven: the wise King doth not treat his friend unkindly.
> Like a son following his father's wishes, grant to this family success and safety.
> 31 Now are thy streams poured forth with all their sweetness, when, purified. thou goest through the filter.
> The race of kine is thy gift, Pavarridna: when born thou madest Surya rich with brightness.
> 32 Bright, bellowing aiong the path of Order, thou shinest as the form of life eternal.
> Thou flowest on as gladdening drink for Indra, sending thy voice out with the hymns of sages.
> 33 Pouring out streams at the Gods' feast with service, thou, Soma, lookest down, a heavenly Eagle.
> Enter the Soma-holding beaker, Indu, and with a roar approach the ray of Sarya.
> 34 Three are the voices that the Courser utters: he speaks the thought of prayer, the law of Order.
> To the Cow's Master come the Cows inquiring: the hymns with eager longing come to Soma.
> 35 To Soma come the Cows, the Milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with their hvmns inquiring.
> Soma, effused, is purified and blended our hymns and Trstup songs unite in Soma.
> 36 Thus, Soma, as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified flow for our welfare.
> Pass into Indra with a mighty roaring make the voice swell, and generate abundance.
> 37 Singer of true songs, ever-watchful, Soma hath settled in the ladles when they cleanse him.
> Him the Adhvaryus, paired and eager, follow, leaders of sacrifice and skilful-handed.
> 38 Cleansed near the Sun as 'twere he as Creator hath filled full heaven and earth, and hath disclosed them.
> He by whose dear help men gain all their wishes shall yield the precious meed as to a victor.
> 39 He, being cleansed, the Strengthener and Increaser, Soma the Bounteous, helped us with his lustre,
> Wherewith our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and stole the cattle from the mountain.
> 40 In the first vault of heaven loud roared the Ocean, King of all being, generating creatures.
> Steer, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, Soma, the Drop effused, hath waxen mighty.
> 41 Soma the Steer, in that as Child of Waters he chose the Gods, performed that great achievement.
> He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra; he, Indu, generated light in Surya.
> 42 Make Vayu glad,, for furtherance and bounty: cheer Varuna and Mitra, as they cleanse thee.
> Gladden the Gods, gladden the host of Maruts: make Heaven and Earth rejoice, O God, O Soma.
> 43 Flow onward righteous slayer of the wicked, driving away our enemies and sickness,
> Blending thy milk with milk which cows afford us. We are thy friends, thou art the Friend of Indra.
> 44 Pour us a fount of meath, a spring of treasure; send us a hero son and happy fortune.
> Be sweet to India when they cleanse thee, Indu, and pour down riches on us from the ocean.
> 45 Strong Soma, pressed, like an impetuous courser, hath flowed in stream as a flood speeding downward.
> Cleansed, he hath settled in his wooden dwelling: Indu hath flowed with milk and with the waters.
> 46 Strong, wise, for thee who longest for his coming this Soma here flows to the bowls, O Indra.
> He, chariot-borne, sun-bright, and truly potent, was poured forth like the longing of the pious.
> 47 He, purified with ancient vital vigour, pervading all his Daughter's forms and figures,
> Finding his threefold refuge in the waters, goes singing, as a priest, to the assemblies.
> 48 Now, chariot-borne, flow unto us, God Soma, as thou art purified flow to the saucers,
> Sweetest in waters, rich in meath, and holy, as Savitar the God is, truthfulminded.
> 49 To feast him, flow mid song and hymn, to Vayu, flow purified to Varuna and Mitra.
> Flow to the song-inspiring car-borne Hero, to mighty Indra, him who wields the thunder.
> 50 Pour on us garments that shall clothe us meetly, send, purified, miIch-kine, abundant yielders.
> God Soma, send us chariot-drawing horses that they may bring us treasures bright and golden.
> 51 Send to us in a stream celestial riches, send us, when thou art cleansed, what earth containeth,
> So that thereby we may acquire possessions and Rsihood in Jamadagni's manner.
> 52 Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake, O Indu.
> Here, too, the Ruddy, wind-swift, full of wisdom, Shall give a son to him who cometh quickly.
> 53 Flow on for us with this purification to the famed ford of thee whose due is glory.
> May the Foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand treasures.
> 54 Eagerly do we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and Prsana, wrought in battle.
> He sent our enemies to sleep and slew thern, and turned away the foolish and unfriendly.
> 55 Thou comest unto three extended filters, and hasteriest through each one as they cleanse thee.
> Thou art the giver of the gift, a Bhaga, a Maghavan for liberal lords, O Indu.
> 56 This Soma here, the Wise, the All-obtainer, flows on his way as King of all existence.
> Driving the drops at our assemblies, Indu completely traverses the fleecy filter.
> 57 The Great Inviolate are kissing Indu, and singing in his place like eager sages.
> The wise men send him forth with ten swift fingers, and balm his form with essence of the waters.
> 58 Soma, may we, with thee as Pavamana, pile up together all our spoil in battle.
> This boon vouchsafe us Varuna and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.
> 
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> 
> HYMN XCVIII. Soma Pavamana
> 
> 1. STREAM on us riches that are sought by many, best at winning strength
> Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, glorious, conquering the great.
> 2 Effused, he hath, as on a car, invested him in fleecy mail:
> Onward hath Indu flowed in streams, impelled, surrounded by the wood.
> 3 Effused, this Indu hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece:
> He goes erect, as seeking kine in stream, with light, to sacrifice.
> 4 For thou thyself, O Indu, God, to every mortal worshipper
> Attractest riches thousandfold, made manifest in hundred forms.
> 5 Good Vrtra-slayer, may we be still nearest to this wealth of thine
> Which many crave, nearest to food and happiness, Resistless One!
> 6 Whom, bright with native splendour, crushed between the pair of pressingstones-
> The wavy Friend whom Indra loves-the twice-five sisters dip and bathe,
> 7 Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,
> Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the Deities.
> 8 Through longing for this sap of yours ye drink what brings ability,
> Even him who, dear as heaven's own light, gives to our princes high renown.
> 9 Indu at holy rites produced you, Heaven and Earth, the Friends of men,
> Hill-haunting God the Goddesses. They bruised him where the roar was loud.
> 10 For Vrtra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,
> Poured for the guerdon-giving man, poured for the God who sitteth there.
> 11 These ancient Somas, at the break of day, have flowed into the sieve,
> Snorting away at early morn these foolish evil-hearted ones.
> 12 Friends, may the princes, ye and we, obtain this Most Resplendent One.
> Gain him who hath the smell of strength, win him whose home is very strength.
> 
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> 
> HYMN XCIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THEY for the Bold and Lovely One ply manly vigour like a bow:
> joyous, in front of songs they weave bright raiment for the Lord Divine.
> 2 And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food',
> What time the sacrificer's thoughts speed on his way the Golden-hued.
> 3 We cleanse this gladdening drink of his the juice which Indra chiefly drinks---
> That which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now.
> 4 To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise:
> And sacred songs which bear the names of Gods have supplicated him.
> 5 They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve.
> Him they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer.
> 6 Soma, best Cheerer, takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls.
> He as it were impregns the cow, and babbles on, the Lord of Song.
> 7 He is effused and beautified, a God for Gods, by skilful men.
> He penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein.
> 8 Pressed, Indu, guided by the men, thou art led to the cleaning sieve.
> Thou, yielding Indra highest joy, takest thy seat within the bowls.
> 
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> 
> HYMN C. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> I. THE Guileless Ones are singing praise to Indra's well beloved Friend,
> As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.
> 2 O Indu, while they cleanse thee bring, O Soma, doubly-waxing wealth
> Thou in the worshipper's abode causest all treasures to increase.
> 3 Set free the. song which mind hath yoked, even as thunder frees the rain:
> All treasures of the earth and heaven, O Soma, thou dost multiply.
> 4 Thy stream when thou art pressed runs on like some victorious warrior's steed
> Hastening onward through the fleece like a fierce horse who wins the prize.
> 5 Flow on, Sage Soma, with thy stream to give us mental power and strength,
> Effused for Indra, for his drink, for Mitra and for Varuna.
> 6 Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, best winner, thou, of spoil,
> O Soma, as most rich in sweets for Indra, Visnu, and the Gods.
> 7 The mothers, void of guiles, caress thee Golden-coloured, in the sieve,
> As cows, O Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.
> 8 Thou, Pavamana, movest on with wondrous rays to great renown.
> Striving within the votary's house thou drivest all the glooms away.
> 9 Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth.
> Thou, Pavamana hast assumed thy coat of mail in majesty.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CI. Soma Pavamana
> 
> 1. FOR first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink,
> Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away.
> 2 He who with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hitherward,
> Indu, is like an able steed.
> 3 The men with all-pervading song send unassailable Soma forth,
> By pressing-stones, to sacrifice.
> 4 The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined, flow,
> Effused, the source of Indra's joy: may your strong juices reach the Gods.
> 5 Indu flows on for Indra's sake: thus have the Deities declared.
> The Lord of Speech exerts himself, Ruler of all, because of might.
> 6 Inciter of the voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean flows,
> Even Soma, Lord of opulence, the Friend of Indra, day by day.
> 7 As Pusan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.
> He, Lord of the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
> 8 The dear cows lowed in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink.
> The drops as they were purified, the Soma juices, made then paths.
> 9 O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed,
> Which the Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence.
> 10 For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of our weal,
> Effused as friends without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light.
> 11 Effused by means of pressing-stones, upon the ox-hide visible,
> They, treasure-finders, have announced food unto us from every side.
> 12 Tlese Soma juices, skilled in song, purified, blent with milk and curd,
> When moving and when firmly laid in oil, resemble lovely Suns.
> 13 Let not the power of men restrain the voice of the outpouring juice:
> As Bhrgu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the greedy hound away.
> 14 The Friend hath wrapped him in his robe, as in his parents arms, a son.
> He went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like.
> 15 That Hero who produces strength, he who hath propped both worlds apart,
> Gold-hued, hath wrapped him in the sieve, to settle, priest-like, in his place.
> 16 Soma upon the ox's skin through the sheep's wool flows purified.
> Bellowing out, the Tawny Steer goes on to Indra's special place.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CIL Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE Child, when blended with the streams, speeding the plan of sacrifice,
> Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.
> 2 The place, near the two pressing-stones of Trita, hath he occupied,
> Secret and dear through seven lights of sacrifice.
> 3 Urge to three courses, on the heights of Trita, riches in a stream.
> He who is passing wise measures his courses out.
> 4 Even at his birth the Mothers Seven taught him, for glory, like a sage,
> So that he, firm and sure, hath set his mind on wealth.
> 5 Under his sway, of one accord, are all the guileless Deities:
> Warriors to be envied, they, when they are pleased.
> 6 The Babe whom they who strengthen Law have generated fair to see,
> Much longed for at the sacrifice, most liberal Sage,-
> 7 To him, united, of themselves, come the young Parents of the rite,
> When they adorn him, duly weaving sacrifice.
> 8 With wisdom and with radiant eyes unbar to us the stall of heaven,
> Speeding at solemn rite the plan of Holy Law.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. To Soma who is purified as ordering Priest the song is raised:
> Bring meed, as 'twere, to one who makes thee glad with hymns.
> 2 Blended with milk and curds he flows on through the long wool of the sheep.
> The Gold-hued, purified, makes him three seats for rest.
> 3 On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows:
> The Rsis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.
> 4 Shared by all Gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns,
> Golden-hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls.
> 5 After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go,
> As a Priest purified by priests, Immortal One.
> 6 Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a God effused for Deities.
> The penetrating Pavamana flows along.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CIV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. SIT down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:
> Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites.
> 2 Unite him bringing household wealth, even as a calf, with mother kine,
> Him who hath double strength, the God, delighting juice.
> 3 Purify him who gives us power, that he, most Blessed One, may be
> A banquet for the Troop, Mitra, and Varuna.
> 4 Voices have sung aloud to thee as finderout of wealth for us:
> We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.
> 5 Thou, Indu, art the food of Gods, O Sovran of all gladdening drinks:
> As Friend for friend, be thou best finder of success.
> 6 Drive utterly away from us each demon, each voracious fiend,
> The godless and the false: keep sorrow far away.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CV. Soma Pavamana
> 
> 1. SING; ye aloud, O friends, to him who makes him pure for gladdening drink:
> They shall make sweet the Child with sacrifice and laud.
> 2 Like as a calf with mother cows, so Indu is urged forth and sent,
> Glorified by our hymns, the God-delighting juice.
> 3 Effectual means of power is he, he is a banquet for the Troop,
> He who hath been effused, most rich in meath, for Gods.
> 4 Flow to us, Indu, passing, strong, effused, with wealth of kine and steeds:
> I will spread forth above the milk thy radiant hue.
> 5 Lord of the tawny, Indu thou who art the God's most special food,
> As Friend to friend, for splendour be thou good to men.
> 6 Drive utterly, far away from us each godless, each voracious foe.
> O Indu, overcome and drive the false afar.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CVI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. To Indra, to the Mighty Steer, may these gold-coloured juices go,
> Drops rapidly produced, that find the light of heaven.
> 2 Effused, this juice victorious flows for Indra, for his maintenance.
> Soma bethinks him of the Conqueror, as he knows.
> 3 May Indra in his raptures gain from him the grasp that gathers spoil,
> And, winning waters, wield the steerstrong thunderbolt.
> 4 Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou on:
> Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven.
> 5 Do thou, all-beautiful, purify for Indra's sake the mighty juice,
> Path-maker thou, far seeing, with a thousand ways.
> 6 Best finder of prosperity for us, most rich in sweets for Gods,
> Proceed thou loudly roaring on a thousand paths.
> 7 O Indu, with thy streams, in might, flow for the banquet of the Gods:
> Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy place.
> 8 Thy drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight:
> The Gods have drunk thee up for immortality.
> 9 Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified,
> Pouring down rain from heaven in hoods, and finding light.
> 10 Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,
> Shouting while purified before the voice of song.
> 11 With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood, above the fleece:
> Our psalms have glorified him of the triple height.
> 12 Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war,
> And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.
> 13 Gold-hued and lovely in his course, througb tangles of the wool he flows,
> And pours heroic fame upon the worshippers.
> 14 Flow thus, a faithful votary: the streams of meath have been effused.
> Thou comest to the filter, singing, from each side.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CVII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> I., HENCE sprinkle forth the juice effused,. Soma, the best of sacred gifts,
> Who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams. He hath pressed Soma out with stones.
> 2 Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece inviolate and most odorous.
> We ladden thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still with juice and milk.
> 3 Pressed out for all to see, delighting Gods, Indu, Far-sighted One, is mental power.
> 4 Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe:
> Giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of gold.
> 5 Milking the heavenly udder for dear meath, he hath sat in the ancient gatheringplace.
> Washed by the men, the Strong Farseeing One streams forth nutriti us food that all desire.
> 6 O Soma, while they cleanse thee, dear and watchful in the sheep's long wool,
> Thou hast become a Singer most like Angiras: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.
> 7 Bountiful, best of furtherers, Soma floweth on, Rsi and Singer, keen of sight.
> Thou hast become a Sage most welcome to the Gods: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.
> 8 Pressed out by pressers, Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,
> Goes, even as with a mare, in tawnycoloured stream, goes in exhilarating stream.
> 9 Down to the water-Soma, rich in kine hath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked.
> They have approached the mixing-vessel as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse.
> 10 Effused by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of the sheep,
> Thou, entering the saucers as a man the fort, gold-hued hast settled in the wood.
> 11 He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine wool, like an impetuous steed in war,
> Even Soma Pavamana who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards.
> 12 O Soma,-for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with surge,
> With the stalk's juice, exhilarating, resting not, into the vat that drops with meath.
> 13 Like a dear son who must be decked, the Lovely One hath clad him in a shining robe.
> Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their bands.
> 14 The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow, the gladdening drink,
> Intelligent drops above the basin of the sea, exhilarating, finding light.
> 15 May Pavamana, King and God, speed with his wave over the sea the lofty rite:
> May he by Mitra's and by Varuna's decree flow furthering the lofty rite.
> 16 Far-seeing, lovely, guided by the men, the God whose home is in the sea-
> 17 Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his Marut host:
> He hastens o'er the fleece with all his thousand streams: men make him bright and beautiful.
> 18 Purified in the bowl and gendering the hymn, wise Soma joys among the Gods.
> Robed in the flood, the Mighty One hath clad himself with milk and settled in the vats.
> 19 O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight.
> Many fiends follow me; help me, thou Tawny-hued; pass on beyond these barriers.
> 20 Close to thy bosom am I, Soma, day and night. O Tawny-hued, for friendship sake.
> Surya himself refulgent with his glow have we o'ertaken in his course like birds.
> 21 Deft-handcd! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.
> Thou, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much-desifed.
> 22 Making thee pure and bright in the sheep's long wool, tbou hast bellowed, steerlike, in the wood.
> Thou flowest, Soma Pavamana, balmed with milk unto the special place of Gods.
> 23 Flow on to win us strength, flow on to lofty lore of every kind.
> Thou, Soma, as Exhilarator wast the first to spread the sea abroad for Gods.
> 24 Flow to the realm of earth, flow to the realm of heaven, O Soma, in thy righteous ways.
> Fair art thou whom the sages, O Far-seeing One, urge onward with their songs and hymns.
> 25 Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream,
> Girt by the Maruts, gladdening, Steeds with Indra's stiength, for wisdom and for dainty food.
> 26 Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, Indu is speeding to the vat.
> He gendering light, hath made the glad Cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CVIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. FOR Indra, flow thou Soma on, as gladdening juice most sweet, intelligent,
> Great, cheering, dwelling most in heaven.
> 2 Thou, of whom having drunk the Steer acts like a steer. drinking of this that finds the light,
> He, Excellently Wise, is come to strengthening food, to spoil and wealth like Etasa.
> 3 For, verily, Pavamana, thou bast, splendidest, called all the generations of
> The Gods to immortality.
> 4 By whom Dadhyac Navagva opens fastened doors, by whom the sages gained their wish,
> By whom they won the fame of lovely Amrta in the felicity of Gods.
> 5 Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the long wool of the sheep,
> Sporting, as 'twere the waters' wave.
> 6 He who from out the rocky cavern took with might the redmrefulgent watery Cows,
> Thou masterest the stable full of kine and steeds: burst it, brave Lord, like one in mail.
> 7 Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laudworthy, speeding through the region and the flood,
> Who swims in water, roan in wood;
> 8 Increaser of the water, Steer with thousand streams, dear to the race of Deities;
> Who born in Law hath waxen mighty by the Law, King, God, and lofty Ordinance.
> 9 Make splendid glory shine on us, thou Lord of strengthening food, God, as the Friend of Gods:
> Unclose the fount of middle air.
> 10 Roll onward to the bowls, O Mighty One, effused, as Prince supporter of the tribes.
> Pour on us rain from heaven, send us the waters' flow: incite our thoughts to win the spoil.
> 11 They have drained him the Steer of heaven, him with a thousand streams, distilling rapturous joy,
> Him who brings all things excellent.
> 12 The Mighty One was born Immortal, giving life, lightening darkness with his shine.
> Wcll-praised by. sages he hath. by his wondrous power assumed the Threefold as his robe.
> 13 Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us bounteous gifts and sweet refreshing food,
> Soma who brings us quiet homes:
> 14 He whom our Indra and the Marut host shall drink, Bhaga shall drink with Aryarnan,
> By whom we bring to us Mitra and Varuna and Indra for our great defence.
> 15 Soma, for Indra's drink do thou, led by the men, well-wcaponcd and most gladdening,
> Flow on with greatest store of sweets.
> 16 Enter the Soma-holder, even Indra's heart, as rivers pass into the sea,
> Acceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, the noblest Pillar of the heavens.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CIX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. PLEASANT to Indra's Mitra's, Pusan's Bhaga's taste, sped onward, Soma, with thy flowing stream.
> 2 Let Indra drink, O Soma, of thy juice for wisdom, and all Deities for strength.
> 3 So flow thou on as bright celestial juice, flow to the vast, immortal dwelling-place.
> 4 Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods to every form.
> 5 Flow on, O Soma, radiant for the Gods and Heaven and Earth and bless our progeny.
> 6 Thou, bright Juice, art Sustainer of the sky: flow, mighty, in accordance with true Law.
> 7 Soma, flow splendid with thy copious stream through the great fleece as in the olden time.
> 8 Bom, led by men, joyous, and purified, let the Light-finder make all blessings flow:
> 9 Indu, while cleansed, keeping the people safe, shall give us all possessions for our own.
> 10 Flow on for wisdom, Soma, and for power, as a strong courser bathed, to win the prize.
> 11 The pressers purify this juice of thine, the Soma, for delight, and lofty fame
> 12 They deck the Gold-hued Infant, newlyborn, even Soma, Indu, in the sieve for Gods.
> 13 Fair Indu hath flowed on for rapturous joy, Sage for good fortune in the waters' lap.
> 14 He bears the beauteous name of Indra, that wherewith he overcame all demon foes.
> 15 All Deities are wont to drink of him, pressed by the men and blent with milk and curds.
> 16 He hath flowed forth with thousand streams effused, flowed ihsough the filter and the sheep's long wool.
> 17 With endless genial flow the Strong hath run, purified by the waters, blent with milk.
> 18 Pressed out with stones, directed by the men, go fortli, O Soma, into Indra's throat.
> 19 The mighty Soma with a thousand streams is poured to Indra through the cleansing sieve.
> 20 Indu they balm with pleasant milky juice for Indra, for the Steer, for his delight.
> 21 Lightly, for sheen, they cleanse thee for the Gods, gold-coloured, wearing water as thy robe.
> 22 Indu to Indra streams, yea, downward streams, Strong, flowing to the floods, and mingling -there.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CX. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. O'ERPOWERING Vrtras, forward run to win great strength:
> Thou speedest to subdue like one exacting debts.
> 2 In thee, effused, O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight.
> Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds,
> 3 O Pavamana, thou didst generate the Sun, and spread the moisture out with power,
> Hasting to us with plenty vivified with milk.
> 4 Thou didst produce him, Deathless God mid mortal men for maintenance of Law and lovely Amrta:
> Thou evermore hast moved making strength flow to us.
> 5 All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as 'twere a never-failing well for men to drink,
> Borne on thy way in fragments from the presser's arms.
> 6 Then, beautifully radiant, certain Heavenly Ones, have sung to him their kinship as they looked thereon,
> And Savitar the God opens as 'twere a stall.
> 7 Soma, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to thee for mighty strength and for renown:
> So, Hero, urge us onward to heroic power.
> 8 They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud:
> They lifted up their voice to Indra athis birth.
> 9 As long as thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and all existence in thy might,
> Thou standest like a Bull the chief amid the herd.
> 10 In the sheep's wool hath Soma Pavamana flowed, while they cleanse him, like a playful infant,
> Indu with hundred powers and hundred currents.
> 11 Holy and sweet, while purified, this Indu flows on, a wave of pleasant taste, to Indra,-
> Strength-winner, Treasure-finder, Life. bestower.
> 12 So flow thou on, subduing our assailants, chasing the demons hard to beencountered,
> Well-armed and conquering our foes, O Soma.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CXI. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. WITH this his golden splendour purifying him, he with his own allies subdues all enemies, as Sara with his own allies.
> Cleansing himself with stream of juice he shines forth yellow-hued and red, when with the praisers he encompasses all forms, with praisers having seven mouths.
> 2 That treasure of the Panis thou discoveredst; thou with thy mothers deckest thee in thine abode, with songs of worship in thine home.
> As 'twere from far, the hymn is heard, where holy songs resound in joy. He with the ruddy-hued, threefold hath won life-power, he, glittering, hath won life-power.
> 3 He moves intelligent, directed to the East. The very beauteous car rivals the beams of light, the beautiful celestial car.
> Hymns, lauding manly valour, came, inciting Indra to success, that ye may be unconquered, both thy bolt and thou, both be unconquered in the war.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CXII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. WE all have various thoughts and plans, and diverse are the ways of men.
> The Brahman seeks the worshipper, wright seeks the cracked, and leech the maimed. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 2 The smith with ripe and seasoned plants, with feathers of the birds of air,
> With stones, and with enkindled flames, seeks him who hath a store of gold. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 3 A bard am I, my dad's a leech, mammy lays corn upon the stones.
> Striving for wealth, with varied plans, we follow our desires like kine. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 4 The horse would draw an easy car, gay hosts attract the laugh and jest.
> The male desires his mate's approach, the frog is eager for the flood, Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 
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> 
> HYMN CXIII. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. LET Vrtra-slaying Indra drink Soma by Saryanavan's side,
> Storing up vigour in his heart, prepared to do heroic deeds. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 2 Lord of the Quarters, flow thou on, boon Soma, from Arjika land,
> Effused with ardour and with faith, and the true hymn of sacrifice. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 3 Hither hath Surya's Daughter brought the wild Steer whom Parjanya nursed.
> Gandharvas have seized bold of him, and in the Soma laid the juice. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 4 Splendid by Law! declaring Law, truthspeaking, truthful in thy works,
> Enouncing faith, King Soma! thou, O Soma, whom thy maker decks. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 5 Together flow the meeting streams of him the Great and truly Strong.
> The juices of the juicy meet. Made pure by prayer, O Golden-hued, flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 6 O Pavamana, where the priest, as he recites the rhythmic prayer,
> Lords it o'er Soma with the stone, with Soma bringing forth delight, flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 7 O Pavarnana, place me in that deathless, undecaying world
> Wherein the light of heaven is set, and everlasting lustre shines. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 8 Make me immortal in that realm where dwells the King, Vivasvan's Son,
> Where is the secret shrine of heaven, where are those waters young and fresh. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 9 Make me immortal in that realm where they move even as they list,
> In the third sphere of inmost heaven where lucid worlds are full of light. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 10 Make me immortal in that realm of eager wish and strong desire,
> The region of the radiant Moon, where food and full delight are found. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake:
> 11 Make me immortal in that realm where happiness and transports, where
> Joys and felicities combine, and longing wishes are fulfilled. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
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> HYMN CXIV. Soma Pavamana.
> 
> 1. THE man who waIketh as the Laws of Indu Pavamana bid,-
> Men call him rich in children, him, O Soma, who hath met thy thought. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 2 Kasyapa, Rsi, lifting up thy voice with hymn-composers' lauds,
> Pav reverence to King Soma born the Sovran Ruler of the plants. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 3 Seven regions have their several Suns; the ministering priests are seven;
> Seven are the Aditya Deities,-with these, O Soma, guard thou us. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
> 4 Guard us with this oblation which, King Soma, hath been dressed for thee.
> Let not malignity conquer us, let nothing evil do us harm. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake,
>
> — *Rig Veda - Book  9*