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    "text": "## Book 9\n\n\nRIG VEDA BOOK NINE\n\nSanskrit \nRig Veda Index \nHinduism Index \npublic-domain archive Index \nPrevious \nNext \n\n### RIG VEDA - BOOK THE NINTH\n\n#### HYMN I. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. In sweetest and most gladdening stream\n\nflow pure, O Soma, on thy way,\n\nPressed out for Indra, for his drink.\n\n2 Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath with the wood attained unto\n\nHis place, his iron-fashioned home.\n\n3 Be thou best Vrtra-slayer, best granter of bliss, most liberal:\n\nPromote our wealthy princes' gifts.\n\n4 Flow onward with thy juice unto the banquet of the Mighty Gods:\n\nFlow bither for our strength and fame.\n\n5 O Indu, we draw nigh to thee, with this one object day by day:\n\nTo thee alone our prayers are said\n\n6 By means of this eternal fleece may Surya's Daughter purify\n\nThy Soma that is foaming forth.\n\n7 Ten sister maids of slender form seize him within the press and hold\n\nHim firmly on the final day.\n\n8 The virgins send him forth: they blow the the skin musician-like and fuse\n\nThe triple foe-repelling meath.\n\n9 Inviolable milch-kine round about him blend for Indra's drink,\n\nThe fresh young Soma with their milk.\n\n10 In the wild raptures of this draught, Indra slays all the Vrtras: he,\n\nThe Hero, pours his wealth on us.\n\n#### HYMN II. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. Soma, flow on, inviting Gods, speed to the purifying cloth:\n\nPass into Indra, as a Bull.\n\n2 As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid Steer:\n\nSit in thy place as one with strength.\n\n3 The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice\n\nne Sage drew waters to himself.\n\n4 The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee Mighty One,\n\nWhen thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.\n\n5 The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our Friend, heaven's prop and stay,\n\nFalls on the purifying cloth.\n\n6 The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold:\n\nHe shines together with the Sun.\n\n7 Songs, Indu, active in their might are beautified for thee, wherewith\n\nThou deckest thee for our delight.\n\n8 To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the joyous draught:\n\nGreat are the praise& due to thee.\n\n9 Indu as, Indra's Friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like\n\nParjanya sender of the rain.\n\n10 Winner of kine, Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and strength\n\nPrimeval Soul of sacrifice.\n\n#### HYMN III. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. HERE present this Immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings,\n\nTo settle in the vats of wood.\n\n2 This God, made ready with the hymn, runs swiftly through the winding ways,\n\nInviolable as he flows.\n\n3 This God while flowing is adorned, like a bay steed for war, by men\n\nDevout and skilled in holy songs.\n\n4 He, like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along\n\nIs fain to win all precious boons.\n\n5 This God, as he is flowing on, speeds like a car and gives his gifts:\n\nHe lets his voice be heard of all\n\n6 Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and bestows\n\nRich gifts upon the worshipper.\n\n7 Away he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven,\n\nAnd roars as he is flowing on.\n\n8 While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven across\n\nThe regions, irresistible.\n\n9 After the 'way of ancient time, this God, pressed out for Deities,\n\nFlows tawny to the straining-cloth.\n\n10 This Lord of many Holy Laws, even at his birth engendering strength,\n\nEffused, flows onward in a stream.\n\n#### HYMN IV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. O Soma flowing on thy way, win thou and conquer high renown;\n\nAnd make us better than we are.\n\n2 Win thou the light, win heavenly light, and, Soma, all felicities;\n\nAnd make us better than we are.\n\n3 Win skilful strength and mental power. O Soma, drive away our foes;\n\nAnd make us better than we are.\n\n4 Ye purifiers, purify Soma for Indra, for his drink:\n\nMake thou us better than we are.\n\n5 Give us our portion in the Sun through thine own mental power and aids;\n\nAnd make us better than we are.\n\n6 Through thine own mental power and aid long may we look upon the Sun;\n\nMake thou us better than we are.\n\n7 Well-weaponed Soma, pour to usa stream of riches doubly great;\n\nAnd make us better than we are.\n\n8 As one victorious unsubdued in battle pour forth wealth to us;\n\nAnd make us better than we are.\n\n9 By worship, Pavamana! men have strengthened thee to prop the Law:\n\nMake thou us better than we are.\n\n10 O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds, manifold. quickening all life;\n\nAnd mate us better than we are.\n\n#### HYMN V Apris.\n\n1. ENKINDLED, Pavamana, Lord, sends forth his light on, every side\n\nIn friendly show, the bellowing Bull.\n\n2 He, Pavamana, Self-produced, speeds onward sharpening his horns:\n\nHe glitters through the firmament.\n\n3 Brilliant like wealth, adorable, with splendour Pavamana shines,\n\nMightily with the streams of meath.\n\n4 The tawny Pavamana, who strews from of old the grass with might,\n\nIs worshipped, God amid the Gods.\n\n5 The golden, the Celestial Doors are lifted with their frames on high,\n\nBy Pavamana glorified.\n\n6 With passion Pavamana longs for the great lofty pair, well-formed\n\nLike beauteous maidens, Night and Dawn\n\n7 Both Gods who look on men I call, Celestial Heralds: Indra's Self\n\nIs Pavamana, yea, the Bull.\n\n8 This, Pavamana's sacrifice, shall the three beauteous Goddesses,\n\nSarasvati and Bharati and Ila, Mighty One, attend.\n\n9 1 summon Tvastar hither, our protector, champion, earliest-born,\n\nIndu is Indra, tawny Steer; Pavamana is Prajapati.\n\n10 O Pavamana, with the meath in streams anoint Vanaspati,\n\nThe ever-green. the golden-hued, refulgent, with a thousand boughs.\n\n11 Come to the consecrating rite of Pavamana, all ye Gods,-\n\nVayu, Surya, Brhaspati, Indra, and Agni, in accord.\n\n#### HYMN VI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SOMA, flow on with pleasant stream, a Bull devoted to the Gods,\n\nOur Friend, unto the woollen sieve.\n\n2 Pour hitherward, as Indra's Self, Indu, that gladdening stream of thine,\n\nAnd send us coursers full of strength.\n\n3 Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice,\n\nStreaming forth power and high renown.\n\n4 Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent\n\nThey have reached Indra purified.\n\n5 Whom, having passed the filter, ten dames cleanse, as 'twere a vigorous steed,\n\nWhile he disports him in the wood,-\n\n6 The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth, for feast and service of the Gods,\n\nTo him who bears away the draught.\n\n7. Effused, the God flows onward with his stream to Indra, to the God,\n\nSo that his milk may strengthen him.\n\n8 Soul of the sacrifice, the juice effused flows quickly on: he keeps\n\nHis ancient wisdom of a Sage.\n\n9 So pouring forth, as Indra's Friend, strong drink, best Gladdener! for the feast,\n\nThou, even in secret, storest hymns.\n\n#### HYMN VII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FORTH on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of Law,\n\nKnowing this sacrifice's course.\n\n2 Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of meath, most excellent,\n\nOblation best of all in worth.\n\n3 About the holy place, the Steer true, guileless, noblest, hath sent forth\n\nContinuous voices in the wood.\n\n4 When, clothed in manly strength, the Sage flows in celestial wisdom round,\n\nThe Strong would win the light of heaven.\n\n5 When purified, he sits as King above the hosts, among his folk,\n\nWhat time the sages bring him nigh.\n\n6 Dear, golden-coloured, in the fleece he sinks and settles in the wood:\n\nThe Singer shows his zeal in hymns.\n\n7 He goes to Indra, Vayu, to the Asvins, as his custom is,\n\nWith gladdening juice which gives them joy.\n\n8 Tle streams of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra-Varuna,-\n\nWell-knowing through his mighty powers.\n\nHeaven and Earth, riches of meath to win us wealth:\n\nGain for us treasures and renown.\n\n#### HYMN VIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. OBEYING Indra's dear desire these Soma juices have flowed forth,\n\nIncreasing his heroic might.\n\n2 Laid in the bowl, pure-flowing on to Vayu and the Asvins, may\n\nThese give us great heroic strength.\n\n3 Soma, as thou art purified, incite to bounty Indra's heart,\n\nTo sit in place of sacrifice.\n\n4 The ten swift fingers deck thee forth, seven ministers impel thee on:\n\nThe sages have rejoiced in thee.\n\n5 When through the filter thou art poured, we clothe thee with a robe of milk\n\nTo be a gladdening draught for Gods.\n\n6 When purified within the jars, Soma, brightred and golden-hued,\n\nHath clothed him with a robe of milk.\n\n7 Flow on to us and make us rich. Drive all our enemies away.\n\nO Indu, flow into thy Friend.\n\nSend down the rain from heaven, a stream of opulence from earth. Give us,\n\nO Soma, victory in war.\n\n9 May we obtain thee, Indra's drink, who viewest men and findest light,\n\nGain thee, and progeny and food.\n\n#### HYMN IX. Soma Pavamana.\n\nI. THE Sage of Heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both hands and pressed,\n\nSends us delightful powers of life.\n\n2 On, onward to a glorious home; dear to the people void of guile,\n\nWith excellent enjoyment, flow.\n\n3 He, the bright Son, when born illumed his Parents who had sprung to life,\n\nGreat Son great Strengtheners of Law.\n\n4 Urged by the seven devotions he hath stirred the guileless rivers which\n\nHave magnified the Single Eye.\n\n5 These helped to might theYouthful One, high over all, invincible,\n\nEven Indu, Indra! in thy law.\n\n6 The immortal Courser, good to draw, looks down upon the Seven: the fount\n\nHath satisfied the Goddesses\n\n7 Aid us in holy rites, O Man: O Pavamana, drive away\n\nDark shades that must be met in fight.\n\n8 Make the paths ready for a hymn newer and newer evermore:\n\nMake the lights shine as erst they shone.\n\n9 Give, Pavamana, high renown, give kine and steeds and hero sons:\n\nWin for us wisdom, win the light.\n\n#### HYMN X. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. LIKE cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for renown,\n\nHave Soma-drops flowed forth for wealth.\n\n2 Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed,\n\nLike joyful songs of singing-men.\n\n3 The Somas deck themselves with milk, as Kings are graced with eulogies,\n\nAnd, with seven priests, the sacrifice.\n\n4 Pressed for the gladdening draught, the drops flow forth abundantly with song,\n\nThe Soma juices in a stream.\n\n5 Winning Vivasvan's glory and producing Morning's light, the Suns\n\nPass through the openings of the cloth.\n\n6 The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs,-\n\nMen, for the mighty to accept.\n\n7 Combined in close society sit the seven priests, the brother-hood,\n\nFilling the station of the One.\n\n8 He gives us kinship with the Gods, and with the Sun unites our eye:\n\nThe Sage's ofrspring hath appeared.\n\n9 The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests\n\nHave placed within the sacred cell.\n\n#### HYMN XL Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SING forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who is purified,\n\nFain to pay worship to the Gods.\n\n2 Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled milk,\n\nDivine, devoted to the God.\n\n3 Bring, by thy flowing, weal to kine, weal to the people, weal to steeds.\n\nWeal, O thou King, to growing plants\n\n4 Sing a praise-song to Soma brown of hue, of independent might.\n\nThe Red, who reaches up to heaven.\n\n5 Purify Soma when effused with stones which bands move rapidly,\n\nAnd pour the sweet milk in the meath.\n\n6 With humble homage draw ye nigh; blend the libation with the curds:\n\nTo Indra offer Indu up.\n\n7 Soma, foe-que chief o'er men, doing the will of pour forth\n\nProsperity upon our kine.\n\n8 Heart-knower, Sovran of the heart, thou art effused, O Soma, that Indra may drink thee and rejoice.\n\n9 O Soma Pavamana, give us riches and heroic strength,-\n\nIndu! with. Indra for ally.\n\n#### HYMN XII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. To Indra have the Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, been poured,\n\nShed in the seat of sacrifice.\n\n2 As mother kine low to their calves, to Indra have the sages called,\n\nCalled him to drink the Soma juice.\n\n3 In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat,\n\nResting upon a wiId-cow's hide.\n\n4 Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point\n\nOf heaven, the straining-cloth of wool.\n\n5 In close embraces Indu holds Soma when\n\npoured within the jars.\n\nAnd on the. purifying sieve.\n\n6 Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air,\n\nShaking the vase that drops with meath.\n\n7 The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns,\n\nUrging men's generations on.\n\n8 The Wise One, with the Sage's stream, the Soma urged to speed, flows on\n\nTo the dear places of the sky.\n\n9 O Pavamana, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea.\n\nO Indu, give us ready help.\n\n#### HYMN XIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on\n\nTo Indra's, Viyu's special place.\n\n2 Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,\n\nEffused to entertain the Gods.\n\n3 The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory,\n\nHymned to become the feast of Gods.\n\n4 Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil\n\nIndu, bring splendid manly might.\n\n5 May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,-\n\nThese Godlike Soma-drops effused.\n\n6 Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory,\n\nSwift through the woollen straining-cloth.\n\n7 Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves:\n\nThey have run forth from both the hands.\n\n8 As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar\n\nDrive all our enemies away.\n\n9 O Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,\n\nSit in the place of sacrifice.\n\n#### HYMN XIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. REPOSING on the river's wave the Sage hath widely flowed around,\n\nBearing the hymn which many love.\n\n2 When the Five kindred Companies, active in duty, with the song\n\nEstablish him, the Powerful,\n\n3 Then in his juice whose strength is great, have all the Gods rejoiced themselves,\n\nWhen he hath clothed him in the milk.\n\n4 Freeing himself he flows away, leaving his body's severed limbs,\n\nAnd meets his own Companion here.\n\n5 He by the daughters of the priest, like a fair youth, hath been adorned,\n\nMaking the milk, as 'twere, his robe.\n\n6 O'er the fine fingers, through desire of milk, in winding course he goes,\n\nAnd utters voice which he hath found.\n\n7 The nimble fingers have approached, adorning him the Lord of Strength:\n\nThey grasp the vigorous Courser's back.\n\n8 Comprising all the treasures that are in the heavens and on the earth,\n\nCome, Soma, as our faithful Friend.\n\n#### HYMN XV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears,\n\nGoing to Indra's special place.\n\n2 In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods.\n\nWhere the Immortals have their seat.\n\n3 Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light\n\nThe mettled steeds exert their strength.\n\n4 He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd,\n\nDoing with might heroic deeds.\n\n5 He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,\n\nBecoming Sovran of the streams.\n\n6 He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed.\n\nDescends into the reservoirs.\n\n7 Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,\n\nHim who brings forth abundant food.\n\n8 Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful,\n\nWell-weaponed, best of gladdeners.\n\n#### HYMN XVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE pressers from the Soma-press send forth thy juice for rapturous joy\n\nThe speckled sap runs like a flood.\n\n2 With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine,\n\nEnrobed in water with his juice.\n\n3 Pour on the sieve the Soma, ne'er subdued in waters, waterless,\n\nAnd make it pure for Indra's drink.\n\n4 Moved by the purifier's thought, the Soma flows into the sieve:\n\nBy wisdom it hath gained its home.\n\n5 With humble homage, Indra, have the Soma-drops flowed forth to thee,\n\nContending for the glorious prize.\n\n6 Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, he\n\nStands, hero-like, amid the kine.\n\n7 Swelling, as 'twere, to heights of heaven, the stream of the creative juice\n\nFalls lightly on the cleansing sieve.\n\n8 Thus, Soma, purifying himwho knoweth song mid living men,\n\nThou wanderest through the cloth of wool.\n\n#### HYMN XVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. LIKE rivers down a steep descent, slaying the Vrtras, full of zeal,\n\nThe rapid Soma-streams have flowed.\n\n2 The drops of Soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth:\n\nTo Indra flow the Soma-streams.\n\n3 With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the Soma, flows into.the sieve,\n\nLoving the Gods and slaying fiends.\n\n4 It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong\n\nAt sacrifices through the lauds.\n\n5 Soma, thou shinest mounting heaven as 'twere above light's triple realm,\n\nAnd moving secm'st to speed the Sun.\n\n6 To him, the head of sacnfice, singers and bards have sung their songs,\n\nOffering what he loves to see.\n\n7 The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck thee strong &teed,\n\nDeck thee for service of the Gods.\n\n8 Flow onward to the stream of meath rest efficacious in thy home,\n\nFair, to be drunk at sacrifice.\n\n#### HYMN XVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,:\n\nAll-bounteous art thou in carouse.\n\n2 Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offipring of thy sap:\n\nAll-bountcous art thou in carouse.\n\n3 All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee:\n\nAll-bounteous art thou in carouse.\n\n4 He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired:\n\nAll-bounteous art thou in carouse.\n\n5 Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine\n\nAll-bounteous art thou in carouse.\n\n6 Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world-halvcs:\n\nAll-bounteous art thou in carouse.\n\n7 The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud:\n\nAll-bounteous art thou in carouse.\n\n#### HYMN XIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. O SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet\n\nFor lauds, that is in earth and heaven.\n\n2 For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine:\n\nGreat Rulers, prosper ye our songs.\n\n3 The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass,\n\nHath sunk and settled in his home.\n\n4 Over the Steer's productive flow the sacred songs were resonant,\n\nThe mothers of the darling Son.\n\n5 Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine whb long to meet their Lord,\n\nThe kine who yield the shining milk?\n\n6 Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies:\n\nO Pavamana, find us wealth.\n\n7 Soma, bring down the foeman's might, his vigorous strength and vital powe'r,\n\nWhether he be afar or near.\n\n#### HYMN XX Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FORTH through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods,\n\nSubduing all our enemies.\n\n2 For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape\n\nOf cattle to the singing-men.\n\n3 Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts\n\nAs such, O Soma, find us fame.\n\n4 Pour lofty glory on us, send sure riches to our liberal lords,\n\nBring food to those who sing thy praise.\n\n5 As thou art cleansed, O Wondrous Steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like\n\nA pious King, into the songs.\n\n6 He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made clean\n\nWith hands, is resting in the jars.\n\n7 Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve,\n\nLending the laud a Hero's strength.\n\n#### HYMN XXI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. To Indra flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood.\n\nExhilarating, finding light;\n\n2 Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly\n\nBringing their praiser vitalforce.\n\n3 Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir,\n\nAnd fall into the river's wave.\n\n4 These Pavamanas have obtained all blessings much to be desired,\n\nLike coursers harnessed to a car.\n\n5 With view to us, O Soma-drops, bestow his manifold desire\n\nOn him who yet hath given us naught.\n\n6 Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his new-wrought wheel:\n\nFlow pure and shining with the stream.\n\n7 These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course,\n\nAnd roused the good man's hymn to life.\n\n#### HYMN XXII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THESE rapid Soma-streams have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds,\n\nLike cars, like armies hurried forth.\n\n2 Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rain-storms of Parjanya, like\n\nThe flickering flames of burning fire.\n\n3 These Soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns,\n\nHave gained by song their hearts'desire.\n\n4 Immortal, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain\n\nTo reach the regions and their paths.\n\n5 Advancing they have travelled o'er the ridges of the earth and heaven,\n\nAnd this the highest realm of all.\n\n6 Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out,\n\nAnd this which must be deemed most high.\n\n7 Thou, Soma, boldest wealth in kine which thou hast seized from niggard churls:\n\nThou calledst forth the outspun thread.\n\n#### HYMN XXIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink,\n\nFor sacred lore of every kind.\n\n2 Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come.\n\nThey made the Sun that he might shine.\n\n3 O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth,\n\nAnd give us food with progeny.\n\n4 The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink,\n\nTurned to the vat which drips with meath.\n\n5 Soma gows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength,\n\nBrave Hero who repels the curse.\n\n6 For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods:\n\n1ndu, thou fain wilt win us strength\n\n7 When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes:\n\nYea, smote them, and shall smite them still.\n\n#### HYMN XXIV.Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed,\n\nthe drops while they are purified:\n\nWhen bIent, in waters they are rinsed.\n\n2 The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice:\n\nThey come to Indra, being cleansed.\n\n3 O Soma Pavamana, thou art flowing to be Indra's drink:\n\nThe men have seized and lead thee forth.\n\n4 Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men,\n\nTo him who ruleth o'er mankind.\n\n5 Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art,\n\nReady for Indra's high decree.\n\n6 Flow on, best Vrtra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds.\n\nPure, purifying, wonderful.\n\n7 Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused,\n\nSlayer of sinners, dear to Gods.\n\n#### HYMN XXV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. GREEN-HUED! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a draught\n\nFor Vayu and the Marut host.\n\n2 O Pavamana, sent by song, roaring about thy dwelling-place,\n\nPass into Vayu as Law bids.\n\n3 The Steer shines with the Deities, dear Sage in his appointed home,\n\nFoe-Slayer, most beloved by Gods.\n\n4 Taking each beauteous form, he goes, desirable, while purified,\n\nThither where- the Immortals sit.\n\n5 To Indra Soma flows, the Red, engendering song, exceeding wise,\n\nThe visitor of living men.\n\n6 Flow, best exhilarator, Sage, flow to the filter in a stream\n\nTo seat thee in the place of song.\n\n#### HYMN XXVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE sages with the fingers' art have dressed and decked that vigorous Steed\n\nUpon the lap of Aditi,\n\n2 The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams,\n\nTo Indu who supporteth heaven.\n\n3 Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they\n\nHave sent, by wisdom, to the sky.\n\n4 Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth,\n\nThe Lord of Speech infallible.\n\n5 Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones\n\nSend down to ridges of the sieve.\n\n6 O Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry thee on to Indra, thee\n\nWho aidest song and cheerest him.\n\n#### HYMN XXVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth,\n\nScattering foes as he is cleansed.\n\n2 As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vayu he\n\nIs poured upon the filtering-cloth.\n\n3 The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,\n\nEffused into the vats of wood.\n\n4 Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana lowed,\n\nStill Conqueror, never overcome.\n\n5 This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then\n\nMounts up with Surya to the sky.\n\n6 To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed,\n\nThis Indu, being purified.\n\n#### HYMN XXVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. URGED by the men, this vigorous Steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient,\n\nRuns to the woollen straining-cloth.\n\n2 Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused,\n\nEntering all their essences.\n\n3 He shines in beauty there, this God Immortal in his dwelling-place,\n\nFoe-slayer, dearest to the Gods.\n\n4 Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer\n\nRuns onward to the wooden vats.\n\n5 This Pavamana, swiftand strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to\n\nThe Sun and all his forms of light.\n\n6 This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible,\n\nSlayer of sinners, dear toGods.\n\n#### HYMN XXIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FORWARD with mighty force have flowed the currents of this Steer effused,\n\nOf him who sets him by the Gods.\n\n2 The singers praise him with their song, and learned priests adorn the Steed,\n\nBrought forth as light that merits laud.\n\n3 These things thou winnest lightly while purified, Soma, Lord of wealth:\n\nFill full the sea that claims our praise.\n\n4 Winning all precious things at once, flow on, O Soma, with thy stream\n\nDrive to one place our enemies.\n\n5 Preserve us from the godless, from ill-omened voice of one and all,\n\nThat so we may be freed from blame.\n\n6 O Indu, as thou flowest on bring us the wealth of earth and heaven,\n\nAnd splendid vigour, in thy stream.\n\n#### HYMN XXX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. STREAMS of this Potent One have flowed easily to the straining-cloth:\n\nWhile he is cleansed he lifts his voice.\n\n2 Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified.\n\nSends forth a very mighty sound.\n\n3 Pour on us, Soma, with thy stream manconquering might which many crave,\n\nAccompanied with hero sons.\n\n4 Hither hath Pavamana flowed, Soma flowed hither in a stream,\n\nTo settle in the vats of wood.\n\n5 To waters with the stones they drive thee tawny-hued, most rich in sweets,\n\nO Indu, to be Indra's drink.\n\n6 For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma very rich in sweets,\n\nLovely, inspiriting, for strength.\n\n#### HYMN XXXI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE, Soma-drops, benevolent, come forth as they are purified,\n\nBestowing wealth which all may see.\n\n2 O Indu, high o'er heaven and earth be thou, increaser of our might:\n\nThe Master of all strength be thou.\n\n3 The winds are gracious in their love to thee, the rivers flow to thee\n\nSoma, they multiply thy power.\n\n4 Soma, wax great. From every side may vigorous powers unite in thee:\n\nBe in the gathering-Place of strength.\n\n5 For thee, brown-hued! the kine have poured imperishable oil and milk.\n\nAloft on the sublimest height.\n\n6 Friendship, O Indu, we desire with thee who bearest noble arms,\n\nWith thee, O Lord of all that is.\n\n#### HYMN XXXII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have\n\nFlowed forth to glorify our prince.\n\n2 Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,\n\nIndu for Indra, for his drink.\n\n3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:\n\nHe, like a steed, is bathed in milk.\n\n4 O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer\n\nSet in the place of sacrifice.\n\n5 The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love\n\nHe came as to a settled race.\n\n6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,\n\nGlory, intelligence, and wealth.\n\n#### HYMN XXXIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed\n\nOnward, as buffaloes to woods.\n\n2 With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store\n\nOf kine into the wooden vats.\n\n3 To Indra, Vayu, Varuna, to Visnu, and the Maruts, flow\n\nThe drops of Soma juice effused.\n\n4 Three several words are uttered: kine are ]owing, cows who give their milk:\n\nThe Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.\n\n5 The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise:\n\nThey decorate the Child of Heaven.\n\n6 From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas\n\nFilled full of riches thousandfold.\n\n#### HYMN XXXIV. Some Pavamana.\n\n1. THE drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled.\n\nRending strong places with its might.\n\n2 Poured forth to Indra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts,\n\nTo Visnu, flows the Soma juice.\n\n3 With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong:\n\nThey milk the liquor out with skill.\n\n4 'Tis he whom Trita must refine, 'tis he who shall make Indra glad:\n\nThe Tawny One is decked with tints.\n\n5 Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling-place of sacrifice,\n\nOblation lovely and most dear.\n\n6 To him in one unitcd stream th-,se songs flow on straight forward. he,\n\nLoud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.\n\n#### HYMN XXXV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. Pour forth on us abundant wealth, O Pavamana, with thy stream.\n\nWherewith thou mayest find us light\n\n2 O Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow thou on,\n\nBearer of wealth to us with might.\n\n3 With thee for Hero, Valiant One! may we subdue our enemies:\n\nLet what is precious flow to us.\n\n4 Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power,\n\nDiscovering holy works and means.\n\n5 Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purified\n\nSoma, the Guardian of the folk;\n\n6 On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi as he is purified.\n\nThe people all have set their hearts.\n\n#### HYMN XXXVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve:\n\nThe Steed steps forward to the goal.\n\n2 Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve,\n\nTurned to the vat that drops with meath.\n\n3 Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us.\n\nSpeed us to mental power and skill.\n\n4 He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned,\n\nFlows through the fleecy straining-cloth.\n\n5 May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament\n\nUpon the liberal worshipper.\n\n6 Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine,\n\nAnd seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!\n\n#### HYMN XXXVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve,\n\nSlaying the fiends, loving the Gods.\n\n2 Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent,\n\nBellowing, to his place of rest.\n\n3 This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,\n\nFiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.\n\n4 This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge hath made the Sun,\n\nTogether with the Sisters, shine.\n\n5 This Vrtra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne'er deceived,\n\nHath gone, as 'twere, to win the spoil.\n\n6 Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood,\n\nIndu to Indra willingly.\n\n#### HYMN XXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes\n\nTo war that wins a thousand spoils.\n\n2 The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One\n\nIndu to Indra for his drink.\n\n3 Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright\n\nAnd beauteous for the gladdening draught.\n\n4 He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.\n\nSpeeding like lover to his love.\n\n5 This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,\n\nThis Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.\n\n6 Poured for the draught, this tawny juice\n\nflows forth, intelligent, crying out,\n\nUnto the well-beloved place.\n\n#### HYMN XXXIX Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,\n\nSaying, I go where dwell the Gods.\n\n2 Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,\n\nMake thou the rain descend from heaven.\n\n3 With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve,\n\nFar-seeing, sending forth its light.\n\n4 This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down\n\nFrom heaven upon the straining cloth.\n\n5 Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice\n\nFor Indra is poured forth as meath.\n\n6 In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.\n\nSit in the place of sacrifice.\n\n#### HYMN XL. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE Very Active hath assailed, while purified, all enemies:\n\nThey deck the Sage with holy songs.\n\n2 The Red hath mounted to his place; to India, goes the mighty juice:\n\nHe settles in his firm abode.\n\n3 O Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side, Pour on us treasures thousandfold.\n\n4 O Soma Pavamana, bring, Indu, all splcndours hitherward:\n\nFind for us food in boundless store.\n\n5 As thou art cleansed, bring hero strength and riches to thy worshipper,\n\nAnd prosper thou the singer's hymns.\n\n6 O Indu, Soma, being cleansed, bring hither riches doublypiled,\n\nWealth, mighty Indu, meet for lauds.\n\n#### HYMN XLI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. ACTIVE and bright have they come forth, impetuous in speed like bulls,\n\nDriving the black skin far away.\n\n2 Quelling the riteless Dasyu, may we think upon the bridge of bliss,\n\nLeaving the bridge of woe behind.\n\n3 The mighty Pavamana's roar is heard as 'twere the rush of rain\n\nLightnings are flashing to the sky.\n\n4 Pour out on us abundant food, when thou art pressed, O Indu wealth\n\nIn kine and gold and steeds and spoil.\n\n5 Flow on thy way, Most Active, thou. fill full the mighty heavens and earth,\n\nAs Dawn, as Surya with his beams.\n\n6 On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream,\n\nAs Rasa flows around the world.\n\n#### HYMN XLII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. ENGENDERING the Sun in floods, engendering heaven's lights, green-hued,\n\nRobed in the waters and the milk,\n\n2 According to primeval plan this Soma, with his stream, effused\n\nFlows purely on, a God for Gods.\n\n3 For him victorious, waxen great, the juices with a thousand powers\n\nAre purified for winning spoil.\n\n4 Shedding the ancient fluid he is poured into the cleansing sieve:\n\nHe, thundering, hath produced the Gods.\n\n5 Soma, while purifying, sends hither all things to be desired,\n\nHe sends the Gods who strengthen Law.\n\n6 Soma, effused, pour on us wealth in kine, in heroes, steeds, and spoil,\n\nSend us abundant store of food.\n\n#### HYMN XLIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. WE will enrobe with sacred song the Lovely One who, as a Steed,\n\nIs decked with milk for rapturous joy.\n\n2 All songs of ours desiring grace adorn him in the ancient way,\n\nIndu for Indra, for his drink.\n\n3 Soma flows on when purified, beloved and adorned with songs,\n\nSongs of the sage Medhyatithi.\n\n4 O Soma Pavamana, find exceeding glorious wealth for us,\n\nWealth, Indu, fraught with boundless might.\n\n5 Like courser racing to the prize Indu, the lover of the Gods,\n\nRoars, as he passes, in the sieve.\n\n6 Flow on thy way to win us strength, to speed the sage who praises thee:\n\nSoma, bestow heroic power.\n\n#### HYMN XLIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. INDU, to us for this great rite, bearing as 'twere thy wave to Gods,\n\nUnwearied, thou art flowing forQh.\n\n2 Pleased with the hymn, impelled by prayer, Soma is hurried far away,\n\nThe Wise One in the Singer's stream.,\n\n3 Watchful among the. gods, this juice advances to the cleansing sieve\n\nSoma, most active, travels on.\n\n4 Flow onward, seeking strength for us, embellishing the sacrifice:\n\nThe priest with trimmed grass calleth thee.\n\n5 May Soma, ever bringing power to Bhaga and to Vayu, Sage\n\nAnd Hero, lead us to the Gods.\n\n6 So, to increase our wealth to-day, Inspirer, best of Furtherers,\n\nWin for us strength and high renown.\n\n#### HYMN XLV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FLOW, thou who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the Gods,\n\nIndu, to Indra for his drink.\n\n2 Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to\n\nThe Gods, O better than our friends.\n\n3 We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy:\n\nUnbar for us the doors of wealth.\n\n4 He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run\n\nIndu belongs unto the Gods.\n\n5 All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece:\n\nSingers have chanted Indu's praise.\n\n6 Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man\n\nWho worships thee heroic strength.\n\n#### HYMN XLVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. LIKE able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of Gods,\n\njoying in mountains, flowing on.\n\n2 To Vayu flow the Soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful\n\nLike a bride dowered by her sire.\n\n3 Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of\n\njuice, the Somas rich in food,\n\nGive strength to Indra with their work.\n\n4 Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the brilliant juices blent with meal,\n\nAnd cook with milk the gladdening draught.\n\n5 Thus, Soma, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us,\n\nGiver oF ample opulence.\n\n6 This Pavamana, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn,\n\nThe draught that shall make Indra glad.\n\n#### HYMN XLVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. GREAT as he was, Soma hath gained strength by this high solemnity:\n\njoyous he riseth like a bull.\n\n2 His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest:\n\nHe sternly reckoneth their debts.\n\n3 Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra's juice, becomes\n\nA thousand-winning thunderbolt.\n\n4 Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage\n\nWhen he embellisheth his songs.\n\n5 Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war\n\nThou art upon the conquerors' side.\n\n#### HYMN XLVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. WITH sacrifice we seek to thee kind Cherisher of manly might\n\nIn mansions of the lofty heavens;\n\n2 Gladdening crusher of the bold, ruling with very mighty sway,\n\nDestroyer of a hundred forts.\n\n3 Hence, Sapient One! the Falcon, strong of wing, unwearied, brought thee down,\n\nLord over riches, from the sky.\n\n4 That each may see the light, the Bird brought us the guard of Law, the Friend\n\nOf all, the speeder through the air.\n\n5 And now, sent forth, it hath attained to mighty power and majesty,\n\nMost active, ready to assist.\n\n#### HYMN XLIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. Poust down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky,\n\nAnd plenteous store of wholesome fbod.\n\n2 Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us,\n\nThe kine of strangers to our home.\n\n3 Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream,\n\nPpur down on us a flood of rain.\n\n4 To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth\n\nFor verily the Gods will bear.\n\n5 Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas,\n\nFlashing out splendour as of old.\n\n#### HYMN L. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:\n\nUrge on thine arrow's sharpened point.\n\n2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou\n\nFlowest upon the fleecy ridge.\n\n3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One,\n\nEven Pavamana, dropping meath.\n\n4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer,\n\nTo seat thee in the place of song.\n\n5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,\n\nIndu, for Indra, for his drink.\n\n#### HYMN LI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. ADHVARYU, on the filter pour the Soma juice expressed with stones,\n\nAnd make it pure for Indra's drink.\n\n2 Pour out for Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven,, the Soma's juice,\n\nMost excellent, most rich in sweets.\n\n3 These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu enjoy this juice of thine,\n\nThis Pavamana's flowing meath.\n\n4 For, Soma, thou hast been effused, strengthening for the wild carouse,\n\nO Steer, the singer, for our help.\n\n5 Flow with thy stream, Far-sighted One, effused, into the cleansing sieve:\n\nFlow on to give us strength and fame.\n\n#### HYMN LII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. WEALTH-WINNER, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice,\n\nFlow to the filter when effused.\n\n2 So, in thine ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams\n\nRun o'er the fleecy straining-cloth.\n\n3 Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us\n\nShake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.\n\n4 Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men,\n\nOf him who threatens us with war.\n\n5 Indu, Wealth-giver, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea,\n\nA thousand of thy pure bright streams.\n\n#### HYMN LIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves:\n\nChase thou the foes who compass us.\n\n2 Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked:\n\nWith fearless heart will I sing praise.\n\n3 No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws:\n\nCrush him who fain would fight with thee.\n\n4 For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed,\n\nIndu the bringer of delight.\n\n#### HYMN LIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from\n\nThe Sage who wins a thousand gifts.\n\n2 In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes,\n\nSeven currents flowing through the sky.\n\n3 He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist-\n\nSoma, a God as Surya is.\n\n4 Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra's Friend,\n\nWealth from the kine to feast the Gods.\n\n#### HYMN LV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,\n\nAnd, Soma, all felicities.\n\n2 As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice,\n\nSeat thee on the dear sacred grass.\n\n3 And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on\n\nThrough days that fly most rapidly.\n\n4 As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,\n\nThus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.\n\n#### HYMN LVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law,\n\nSlaying the fiends, loving the Gods.\n\n2 When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred ever-active streams\n\nTo Indra's friendship win theirway.\n\n3 Ten Dames have sung to welcome thee, even as a maiden greets her love:\n\nO Soma, thou art decked to win.\n\n4 Flow hitherward, O Indu, sweet to Indra and to Visnu: guard\n\nThe men, the singers, from distress.\n\n#### HYMN LVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THY streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,\n\nTo bring a thousand stores of strength.\n\n2 He flows beholding on his way all wellbeloved sacred lore,\n\nGreen-tinted, brandishing his, arms.\n\n3 He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants.\n\nSits as a falcon in the, wood.\n\n4 So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified,\n\nAll treasures both of heaven and earth.\n\n#### HYMN LVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SWIFT runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowing juice:\n\nSwift runs this giver of delight.\n\n2 The Morning knows all precious things, the Goddess knows her grace to man:\n\nSwift runs this giver of delight.\n\n3 We have accepted thousands from Dhvasra's and Purusanti's hands:\n\nSwift runs this giver of delight.\n\n4 From whom we have accepted thus thousands and three times ten beside:\n\nSwift runs this giver of delight.\n\n#### HYMN LIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FLOW onward, Soma, winning kine, and steeds, and all that gives delight:\n\nBring hither wealth with progeny.\n\n2 Flow onward from the waters, flow, inviolable, from the plants:\n\nFlow onward from the pressing-boards.\n\n3 Soma, as Pavamana, pass over all trouble and distress:\n\nSit on the sacred grass, a Sage.\n\n4 Thou, Pavamana, foundest light; thou at thy birth becamest great:\n\nO Indu, thou art over all.\n\n#### HYMN LX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SING forth and laud with sacred song most active Pavamana, laud\n\nIndu who sees with thousand eyes.\n\n2 Thee who hast thousand eyes to see, bearer of thousand burthens, they\n\nHave filtered through the fleecy cloth.\n\n3 He, Pavamana, hath streamed through the fleece then: he runs into the jars,\n\nFinding his way to Indra's heart.\n\n4 That Indra may be bounteous, flow, most active Soma, for our weal:\n\nBring genial seed with progeny.\n\n#### HYMN LXI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FLOW onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delight\n\nBattered the nine-and-ninety down,\n\n2 Smote swiftly forts, and gambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga,\n\nFor pious Divodasa's sake.\n\n3 Finder of horses, pour on us horses and\n\nwealth in kine and gold,\n\nAnd, Indu, food in boundless store.\n\n4 We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er\n\nThe limit of the cleansing sieve.\n\n5 With those same waves which in their stream oyerflow the purifying sieve,\n\nSoma; be gracious unto us.\n\n6 O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides,-for thou canst,-\n\nRiches and food with hero sons.\n\n7 Him here, the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify\n\nWith the Adityas is he seen.\n\n8 With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with,the beams\n\nOf Surya to the cleansing sieve.\n\n9 Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pusan flow\n\nFor Mitra and for Varuna.\n\n10 High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained\n\nStrong sheltering power and great renown.\n\n11 Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man,\n\nYea, all the glories of mankind.\n\n12 Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,\n\nFor Varuna and the Marut host.\n\n13 The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,\n\nThe active crusher of the foe.\n\n14 Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him,\n\nYea, him who winneth Indra's heart.\n\n15 Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk\n\nIncrease the sea that merits laud.\n\n16 From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and\n\nThe lofty light of all mankind.\n\n17 The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, of Pavamana, King!\n\nFlows o'er the woollen straining-cloth.\n\n18 Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill,\n\nLike lustre, all heaven's light, to see.\n\n19 Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight,\n\nSlaying the wicked, dear to Gods.\n\n20 Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day,\n\nGainer art thou of steeds and kine.\n\n21 Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,\n\nFalcon-like resting in thine home.\n\n22 Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vrtra who\n\nCompassed and stayed the mighty floods.\n\n23 Soma who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons:\n\nStrengthen, as thou art cleansed, our hymns.\n\n24 Aided by thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war:\n\nWatch, Soma, at our solemn rites.\n\n25 Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma flowcth on,\n\nGoing to Indra's special place.\n\n26 O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes:\n\nO Indu, grant heroic fame.\n\n27 A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked\n\nthee when fain to give thy boons,\n\nWhen, being cleansed, thou combatest.\n\n28 Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:\n\nDrive all our enemies away.\n\n29 Indu, in this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we\n\nSubdue all those who war with us.\n\n30 Those awful weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down-\n\nGuard us therewith from every foe.\n\n#### HYMN LXII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THESE rapid Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying sieve\n\nTo bring us all felicities.\n\n2 Dispelling manifold mishap, giving the courser's progeny,\n\nYea, and the warrior steed, success.\n\n3 Bringing prosperity to kine, they make perpetual Ila flow\n\nTo us for noble eulogy.\n\n4 Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been\n\npressed in the streams for rapturous joy:\n\nHawk-like he settles in his home.\n\n5 Fair is the God-loved juice; the plant is washed in waters, pressed by men\n\nThe milch-kine sweeten it with milk.\n\n6 As drivers deck a courser, so have they adorned the meath's juice for\n\nAmbrosia, for the festival.\n\n7 Thou, Indu, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for\n\nhelp,\n\nHast settled in the cleansing sieve.\n\n8 So flow thou onward through the fleece, for Indra flow, to be his drink,\n\nFinding thine home in vats of wood.\n\n9 As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk,\n\nO Indu, for the Angirases.\n\n10 Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana, sent to us\n\nFor lofty friendship, meditates.\n\n11 Queller of curses, mighty, with strong sway, this Pavamana shall\n\nBring treasures to the worshipper.\n\n12 Pour thou upon us thousandfold possessions, both of kine and steeds,\n\nExceeding glorious, much-desired.\n\n13 Wandering far, with wise designs, the juice here present is effused,\n\nMade beautiful by living men.\n\n14 For Indra flows the gladdening drink, the measurer of the region, Sage,\n\nWith countless wealth and endless help.\n\n15 Born on the inountain, lauded here, Indu for Indra is set down,\n\nAs in her sheltering nest a bird.\n\n16 Pressed by the men, as 'twere to war hath Soma Pavamana sped,\n\nTo test with might within the vats.\n\n17 That he may move, they yoke him to the three-backed triple-seated car\n\nBy the Seven Rsis' holy songs.\n\n18 Drive ye that Tawny Courser, O ye pressers, on his way to war,\n\nSwift Steed who carries off the spoil.\n\n19 Pouring all glories hither, he, effused and entering the jar,\n\nStands like a hero mid the kine.\n\n20 Indu, the living men milk out the juice to make the rapturous draught:\n\nGods for the Gods milk out the meath.\n\n21 Pour for the Gods into the sieve our Soma very rich in sweets,\n\nHim whom the Gods most gladly hear.\n\n22 Into his stream who gladdens best these Soma juices have been poured,\n\nLauded with songs for lofty fame.\n\n23 Thou flowest to enjoy the milk, and bringest valour, being cleansed:\n\nWinning the spoil flow hitherward.\n\n24 And, hymned by Jamadagnis, let all nourishment that kine supply,\n\nAnd general praises, flow to us.\n\n25 Soma, as leader of the song flow onward with thy wondrous aids,\n\nFor holy lore of every kind.\n\n26 Do thou as leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea,\n\nFlow onward, thou who movest all.\n\n27 O Soma, O thou Sage, these worlds stand ready to attest thy might:\n\nFor thy behoof the rivers flow.\n\n28 Like showers of rain that fall from heaven thy streams perpetually flow\n\nTo the bright fleece spread under them.\n\n29 For potent Indra purify Indu effectual and strong,\n\nEnjoyment-giver, Mighty Lord.\n\n30 Soma, true, Pavamana, Sage, is seated in the cleansing sieve,\n\nGiving his praiser hero strength.\n\n#### HYMN LXIII. Soma Pavanana.\n\n1. POUR hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength,\n\nAnd keep renown secure for us.\n\n2 Thou makest food and vigour swell for Indra, best of gladdeners!\n\nWithin the cups thou seatest thee.\n\n3 For Indra and for Visnu poured, Soma hath flowed into the jar:\n\nMay Vayu find it rich in sweets.\n\n4 These Somas swift and brown of hue, in stream of solemn sacrifice\n\nHave flowed through twisted obstacles,\n\n5 Performing every noble work, active, augmenting Indra's strength,\n\nDriving away the godless ones.\n\n6 Brown Soma-drops, effused that seek Indra, to their appropriate place\n\nFlow through the region hitherward.\n\n7 Flow onward with that stream of thine wherewith thou gavest Surya light,\n\nUrging on waters good to men.\n\n8 He, Pavamana, high o'er man yoked the Sun's courser Etasa\n\nTo travel through the realm of air.\n\n9 And those ten Coursers, tawny-hued, he harnessed that the Sun might come\n\nIndu, he said, is Indra's self.\n\n10 Hence, singers, pour the gladdeningjuice to Vayu and to Indra, pour\n\nThe drops upon the fleecy cloth.\n\n11 O Soma Pavamana, find wealth for us not to be assailed,\n\nWealth which the foeman may not win.\n\n12 Send riches hither with thy stream in thousands, both of steeds and kine,\n\nSend spoil of war and high renown.\n\n13 Soma the God, expressed with stones, like Surya, floweth on his way,\n\nPouring the juice within the jar.\n\n14 These brilliant drops have poured for us, in stream of solemn sacrifice,\n\nWorshipful laws and strength in kine.\n\n15 Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Somas, blent with curdled milk,\n\nEffused for Indra Thunder-armed.\n\n16 Soma, do thou most rich in sweets, a gladdening drink most dear to Gods,\n\nFlow to the sieve to bring us wealth.\n\n17 For Indra, living men adorn the Tawny Courser in the streams, Indu, the giver of delight.\n\n18 Pour for us, Soma, wealth in gold, in horses and heroic sons,\n\nBring hither strength in herds of kine.\n\n19 For Indra pour ye on the fleece him very sweet to taste, who longs.\n\nFor battle as it were in war.\n\n20 The singers, seeking help, adorn the Sage who must be decked with songs:\n\nLoud bellowing the Steer comes on,\n\n21 The singers with their thoughts and hymns have, in the stream of sacrifice,\n\nCaused Soma, active Steer, to roar.\n\n22 God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice:\n\nTo Vayu mount as Law commands\n\n23 O Soma, Pavamana, thou pourest out wealth that brings renown:\n\nEnter the lake, as one we love.\n\n24 Soma thou flowest chasing foes and bringing wisdom and delight:\n\nDrive off the folk who love not Gods.\n\n25 The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of Soma juice,\n\nFor holy lore of every kind.\n\n26 The Pavamanas have been shed, the beautiful swift Soma-drops,\n\nDriving all enemies afar.\n\n27 From, heaven, from out the firmament, hath Pavamana been effused\n\nUpon the summit of the earth.\n\n28 O Soma, Indu, very wise, drive, being purified, with thy stream\n\nAll foes, all Raksasas away.\n\n29 Driving the Raksasas afar, O Soma, bellowing, pour for us\n\nMost excellent and splendid strength.\n\n30 Soma, do thou secure for us the treasures of the earih and heaven,\n\nIndu, all boons to be desired.\n\n#### HYMN LXIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. Soma, thou art a splendid Steer, a Steer, O God, with steerlike sway:\n\nThou as a Steer ordainest laws.\n\n2 Steer-strong thy might is as a steer's, steerstrong thywood, steer-like thy drink\n\nA Steer indeed, O Steer, art thou.\n\n3 Thou, Indu, as a vigorous horse, hast neighed together steeds and kine:\n\nUnbar for us the doors to wealth.\n\n4 Out of desire of cows and steeds and horses. potent Soma-drops,\n\nBrilliant and swift, have been effused.\n\n5 They purified in both the hands, made beautiful by holy men,\n\nFlow onward to the fleecy cloth.\n\n6 These Soma juices shall pour forth all treasures for the worshipper\n\nFrom heaven and earth and firmament.\n\n7 The streams of Pavamana, thine, Finder of all, have been effused,\n\nEven as Surya's rays of light.\n\n8 Making the light that shines from heaven thou flowest on to every form\n\nSoma, thou swellest like a sea.\n\n9 Urged on thou sendest out thy voice, O Pavamana; thou hast moved,\n\nLike the God Surya, to the sieve.\n\n10 Indu, Enlightener, Friend, hath been purified by the sages' hymns:\n\nSo starts the charioteer his steed-\n\n11 Thy God-delighting wave which hath flowed to purifying seive,\n\nAlighting in the home of Law.\n\n12 Flow to our sieve, a gladdening draught that hath most intercourse with Gods,\n\nIndu, to Indra for his drink.\n\n13 Flow onward with a stream for food, made beautiful by sapient men:\n\nIndu with sheen approach the milk.\n\n14 While thou art cleansed, Song-Lover, bring comfort and vigour to the folk,\n\nPoured, Tawny One! on milk and curds.\n\n15 Purified for the feast of Gods, go thou to Indra's special place,\n\nResplendent, guided by the strong.\n\n16 Accelerated by the hymn, the rapid drops of Soma juice\n\nHave flowed, urged onward, to the lake.\n\n17 Easily have the living drops, made beautiful, approached the lake,\n\nYea, to the place of sacrifice.\n\n18 Compass about, our faithful Friend, all our possessions with thy might:\n\nGuard, hero like, our sheltering home.\n\n19 Loud neighs the Courser Etasa, with singers, harnessed for the place,\n\nGuided for travel to the lake.\n\n20 What time the Swift One resteth in the golden place of sacrifice,\n\nHe leaves the foolish far away.\n\n21 The friends have sung in unison, the prudent wish to sacrifice:\n\nDown sink the unintelligent.\n\n22 For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu, very rich in sweets,\n\nTo sit in place of sacrifice.\n\n23 Controlling priests and sages skilled in holy song adorn thee well:\n\nThe living make thee beautiful.\n\n24 Aryaman, Mitra, Varuna drink Pavamana's juice, yea, thine:\n\nO Sage, the Maruts drink thereof.\n\n25 O Soma, Indu, thou while thou art purified urgest onward speech.\n\nThousandfold, with the lore of hymns.\n\n26 Yea, Soma, Indu, while thou art purified do thou bring to us\n\nSpeech thousandfold that longs for war.\n\n27 O Indu, Much-invoked, while thou art purifying, as the Friend.\n\nOf these men enter thou the lake.\n\n28 Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes brilliantly. And form that utters loud acclaim.\n\n29 Led by his drivers, and sent forth, the Strong Steed hath come nigh for spoil,\n\nLike warriors when they stand arrayed.\n\n30 Specially, Soma, coming as a Sage from heaven to prosper us,\n\nFlow like the Sun for us to see.\n\n#### HYMN LXV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE, glittering maids send Sura forth, the glorious sisters, close-allied,\n\nSend Indu forth, their mighty Lord.\n\n2 Pervade, O Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light,\n\nGod, coming hither from the Gods.\n\n3 Pour on us, Pavamana, rain, as service and rain praise for Gods:\n\nPour all to be our nourishment.\n\n4 Thou art a Steer by lustre: we, O Pavamana, faithfully\n\nCall upon thee the Splendid One.\n\n5 Do thou, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength:\n\nO Indu, come thou bitherward.\n\n6 When thou art cleansed with both the hands and dipped in waters, with the wood.\n\nThou comest to the gathering-place.\n\n7 Sing forth your songs, as Vyasva sang, to Soma Pavamana, to,\n\nThe Mighty One with thousand eyes;\n\n8 Whose coloured sap they drive with stones, the yellow meath-distilling juice,\n\nIndu for Indra, for his drink.\n\n9 We seek to gain the friendly love of thee that Strong and Mighty One,\n\nOf thee the winner of all wealth.\n\n10 Flow onward with thy stream, a Steer, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord,\n\nWinning all riches by thy might.\n\n11 I send thee forth to battle from the press, O Pavamana, Strong,\n\nSustainer, looker on the light.\n\n12 Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawny-coloured, with thy stream\n\nIncite to battle thine ally.\n\n13 O Indu, visible to all pour out for us abundant food:\n\nSoma, be thou our prosperer.\n\n14 The pitchers, Indu, with thy streams have sung aloud in vigorous might\n\nEnter them, and let Indra drink.\n\n15 O thou whose potent gladdening juice they milk out with the stones, flow on,\n\nDestroyer of our enemies.\n\n16 King Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf,\n\nTo travel through the firmament.\n\n17 Bring us, O Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds,\n\nThe gift of fortune for our help.\n\n18 Pressed for the banquet of the Gods, O Soma, bring us might, and speed,\n\nLike beauty for a brilliant show.\n\n19 Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the wooden vats,\n\nFalcon-like resting in thine home.\n\n20 Soma, the Water-winner flows to Indra, Vayu, Varuna,\n\nTo Visnu and the Marut host.\n\n21 Soma , bestowing food upon our progeny, from every sides,\n\nPour on us riches thousandfold\n\n22 The Soma juices which have been expressed afar or near at hand,\n\nOr there on Saryanavan's bank,\n\n23 Those pressed among Arjikas, pressed among the active, in men's homes,\n\nOr pressed among the Races Five-\n\n24 May these celestial drops, expressed, pour forth upon us, as they flow,\n\nRain from the heavens apd hero strength.\n\n25 Urged forward o'er the ox-hide flows the Lovely One of tawny hue,\n\nLauded by Jamadagni's song.\n\n26 Like horses urged to speed, the drops, bright, stirring vital power, when blent\n\nWith milk, are beautified in streams.\n\n27 So they who toil with juices send thee forward for the Gods' repast:\n\nSo with this splendour flow thou on.\n\n28 We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the Strong, that brings us bliss,\n\nThe Guardian, the desire of all,\n\n29 The Excellent, the Gladdener, the Sage with heart that understands,\n\nThe Guardian, the desire of all;\n\n30 Who for ourselves, O thou Most Wise, is wealth and fair intelligence,\n\nThe Guardian, the desire of all.\n\n#### HYMN LXVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FOR holy lore of every sort, flow onward thou whom all men love.\n\nA Friend to be besought by friends.\n\n2 O'er all thou rulest with these Two which, Soma Pavamana, stand,\n\nTurned, as thy stations, hitherward.\n\n3 Wise Soma Pavamana, thou encompassest on every side\n\nThy stations as the seasons come.\n\n4 Flow onward, generating food, for precious boons of every kind,\n\nA Friend for friends, to be our help.\n\n5 Upon the lofty ridge of heaven thy bright rays with their essences,\n\nSoma, spread purifying power.\n\n6 O Soma, these Seven Rivers flow, as being thine, to give command:\n\nThe Streams of milk run forth to thee.\n\n7 Flow onward, Soma in a stream, effused to gladden Indra's heart,\n\nBringing imperishable fame.\n\n8 Driving thee in Vivasvan's course, the Seven Sisters with their hymns\n\nMade melody round thee the Sage.\n\n9 The virgins deck thee o'er fresh streams to drive thee to the sieve when thou,\n\nA singer, bathest in the wood.\n\n10 The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, Mighty One, have pouredthem forth.\n\nLike coursers eager for renown.\n\n11 They have been poured upon the fleece towards the meath-distilling vat:\n\nThe holy songs have sounded forth.\n\n12 Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached the lake,\n\nHave reached the place of sacrifice.\n\n13 O Indu, to our great delight the running waters flow to us,\n\nWhen thou wilt robe thyself in milk.\n\n14 In this thy friendship, and with thee to help us, fain to sacrifice,\n\nIndu, we crave thy friendly love.\n\n15 Flow on, O Soma, for the great Viewer of men, for gain of Idne\n\nEnter thou into Indra's throat.\n\n16 Best art thou, Soma, of the great, Strongest of strong ones, Indu: thou\n\nAs Warrior ever hast prevailed.\n\n17 Mightier even than the strong, more valiant even than the brave,\n\nMore libpral than the bountiful,\n\n18 Soma, as Sura, bring us food, win offspring of our bodies: we\n\nElect thee for our friendship, we elect thee for companionship.\n\n19 Agni, thou pourest life; send down upon us food and vigorous strength;\n\nDrive thou misfortune far away,\n\n20 Agni is Pavamana, Sage, Chief Priest of all the Races Five:\n\nTo him whose wealth is great we pray.\n\n21 Skilled in thy task, O Agni, pour splendour with hero strength on us,\n\nGranting me wealth that nourishes.\n\n22 Beyond his enemies away to sweet praise Pavamana flows,\n\nLike Surya visible to all.\n\n23 Adorned by living men, set forth for entertainment, rich in food,\n\nFar-sighted Indu is a Steed.\n\n24 He, Pavamana, hath produced the lofty Law, the brilliant light,\n\nDestroying darkness black of hue.\n\n25 From tawny Pavamana, the Destroyer, radiant streams have sprung,\n\nQuick streams from him whose gleams are swift.\n\n26 Best rider of the chariot, praised with fairest praise mid beauteous ones,\n\nGold-gleaming with the Marut host,\n\n27 May Pavamana, best to win the booty, penetrate with rays,\n\nGiving the singer hero strength.\n\n28 Over the fleecy sieve hath flowed the drop effused: to Indra comes\n\nIndu while he is purified\n\n29 This Soma, through the pressing-stones, is sporting on the oxhide, and\n\nSummoning Indra to the draught.\n\n30 O Pavamana, bless us, so that we may live, with that bright milk\n\nOf thine which hath been brought from heaven.\n\n#### HYMN LXVII. Soma and Others.\n\n1. THOU, Soma, hast a running stream, joyous, most strong at sacrifice:\n\nFlow bounteously bestowing wealth.\n\n2 Effused as cheerer of the men, flowing best gladdener, thou art\n\nA Prince to Indra with thy juice.\n\n3 Poured forth by pressing-stones, do thou with loud roar send us in a stream\n\nMost excellent illustrious might.\n\n4 Indu, urged forward, floweth through the fleecy cloth: the Tawny One\n\nWith his loud roar hath brought as strength.\n\n5 Indu, thou flowest through the fleece, bringing felicities and fame,\n\nAnd, Soma, spoil and wealth in kine.\n\n6 Hither, O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds and cattle hundredfold:\n\nBring wealth, O Soma, thousandfold.\n\n7 In purifying, through the sieve the rapid drops of'Soma juice\n\nCome nigh to Indra in their course.\n\n8 For Indra floweth excellent Indu, the noblest Soma juice\n\nThe Living for the Living One.\n\n9 The glittering maids send Sura forth they with their song have sung aloud\n\nTo Pavamana dropping meath.\n\n10 May Pusan, drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths\n\nBestow on us our share of maids.\n\n11 This Soma flows like gladdening oil for him who wears the braided locks:\n\nHe shall give us our share of maids.\n\n12 This Soma juice, O glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for thee:\n\nHe shall give us our share of maids.\n\n13 Flow onward, Soma, in thy stream, begetter of the sages' speech:\n\nWealth-giver among Gods art thou.\n\n14 The Falcon dips within the jars: he wrap.him in his robe and goes\n\nLoud roaring to the vats of wood.\n\n15 Soma, thy juice hath been effused and poured into the pitcher: like\n\nA rapid hawk it rushes on.\n\n16 For Indra flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight.\n\n17 They were sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots that display their strength.\n\n18 Brilliant, best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vayu forth.\n\n19 Bruised by the press-stones and extolled, Soma, thou goest to the sieve,\n\nGiving the worshipper hero strength.\n\n20 This juice bruised by the pressing-stones and lauded passes through the sieve,\n\nSlayer of demons, through the fleece.\n\n21 O Pavamana, drive away the danger, whether near at hand\n\nOr far remote, that finds me here.\n\n22 This day may Pavamana cleanse us with his purifying power,\n\nMost active purifying Priest.\n\n23 O Agni, with the cleansing light diffused through all thy fiery glow,\n\nPurify thou this prayer of ours.\n\n24 Cleanse us with thine own cleansing power, O Agni, that is bright with flame,\n\nAnd by libations poured to thee.\n\n25 Savitar, God, by both of these, libation, purifying power,\n\nPurify me on every side.\n\n26 Cleanse us, God Savitar, with Three, O Soma, with sublimest forms,\n\nAgni, with forms of power and might.\n\n27 May the Gods' company make me clean, and Vasus make rue pure by song.\n\nPurify me, ye General Gods; O Jatavedas, make me pure.\n\n28 Fill thyself full of juice, flow forth, O Soma, thou with all thy stalks,\n\nThe best oblation to the Gods.\n\n29 We with our homage have approached the Friend who seeks our wondering praise,\n\nYoung, strengthener of the solemn rite.\n\n30 Lost is Alayya's axe. O Soma, God do thou send it back hither in thy flow\n\nEven, Soma, God, if 'twere a mole.\n\n31 The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,\n\nTastes food completely purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's touch.\n\n32 Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,\n\nSarasvati draws forth for him water and butter, milk and meath.\n\n#### HYMN LXVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE drops of Soma juice like cows who yield their milk have flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the Shining One,\n\nAnd, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the udders stream.\n\n2 He bellows with a roar arourd the highest twigs: the Tawny One is sweetened as he breaks them up.\n\nThen passing through the sieve into the ample room, the God throws off the dregs according to his wish.\n\n3 The gladdening drink that measured out the meeting Twins fills full with milk the Eternal Ever-waxing Pair.\n\nBringing to light the Two great Regions limitless, moving above them he gained sheen that never fades.\n\n4 Wandering through, the Parents, strengthening the floods, the Sage makes his place swell with his own native might.\n\nThe stalk is mixed with grain: he comes led by the men together with the sisters, and preserves the Head.\n\n5 With energetic intellect the Sage is born, deposited as germ of Law, far from the Twins.\n\nThey being young at first showed visibly distinct the Creature that is half-concealed and half-exposed.\n\n6 The sages knew the form of him the Gladdener, what time the Falcon brought the plant from far away.\n\nHim who assures success they beautified in streams, the stalk who yearned therefor, mighty and meet for praise.\n\n7 Together with the Rsis, with their prayers and hymns ten women deck thee, Soma, friendly when effused.\n\nLed by the men, with invocations of the Gods, through the fleece, thou hast given us strength to win the spoil.\n\n8 Songs resonant with praise have celebrated him. Soma, Friend, springing forth with his fair company.\n\nEven him who rich in meath, with undulating stream, Winnner of Wealth, Immortal, sends his voice from heaven,\n\n9 He sends it into all the region forth from heaven. Soma, while he is filtcred, settles in the jars.\n\nWith milk and waters is he decked when pressed with stones: Indu, when purified, shall find sweet rest and room.\n\n10 Even thus poured forth How on thy way, O Soma, vouchsafing us most manifold lively vigour.\n\nWe will invoke benevolent Earth and Heaven. Give us, ye Gods, riches with noble heroes.\n\n#### HYMN LXIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. LAID like an arrow on the bow the hymn hath been loosed like a young calf to the udder of its dam.\n\nAs one who cometh first with full stream she is milked the Soma is impelled to this man's holy rites.\n\n2 The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth;\n\nAnd Pavamana, like the shout of combatants, the drop rising in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.\n\n3 He flows about the sheep-skin, longing for a bride: he looses Aditi's Daughters for the worshipper.\n\nThe sacred drink hath come, gold-tinted, well-restrained: like a strong Bull he shines, whetting his manly might.\n\n4 The Bull is bellowing; the Cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own resting-place.\n\nOnward hath Soma passed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and hath, as 'twere, endued a garment newly washed.\n\n5 The golden-hued, Immortal, newly bathed, puts on a brightly shining vesture that is never harmed.\n\nHe made the ridge of heaven to be his radiant robe, by sprinkling of the bowls from moisture of the sky.\n\n6 Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, that cheer and send to sleep, together rush they forth,\n\nThese swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure.\n\n7 As down the steep slope of a river to the vale, drawn from the Steer the swift strong draughts have found a way.\n\nWell be it with the men and cattle in our home. May powers, O Soma, may the people stay with us.\n\n8 Pour out upon us wealth in goods, in gold, in steeds, in cattle and in corn, and great heroic strength.\n\nYe, Soma, are my Fathers, lifted up on high as heads of heaven and makers of the strength of life.\n\n9 These Pavamanas here, these drops of Soma, to Indra have sped forth like cars to booty.\n\nEffused, they pass the cleansing fleece, while, gold-hued, they cast their covering off to pour the rain down.\n\n10 O Indu, flow thou on for lofty Indra, flow blameless, very gracious, foe-destroyer.\n\nBring splendid treasures to the man who lauds thee. O Heaven and Earth, with all the Gods protect. us.\n\n#### HYMN LXX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE three times seven Milch-kine in the eastern heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine milky draught.\n\nFour other beauteous Creatures hath he made for his adornment, when he waxed in strength through holy rites.\n\n2 Longing for lovely Amrta, by his wisdom he divided, each apart from other, earth and heaven.\n\nHe gladly wrapped himself in the most lucid floods, when through their glory they found the God's resting-place.\n\n3 May those his brilliant rays he ever free from death, inviolate, for both classes of created things,-\n\nRays wherewith powers of men and Gods are purified. Yea, even for this have sageswelcomed him as King.\n\n4 He, while he is adorned by the ten skilful ones, that he too in the Midmost Mothers may create,\n\nWhile he is watching o'er the lovely Amrta's ways, looks on both races as Beholder of mankind.\n\n5 He, while he is adorned to stream forth mighty strength, rejoices in his place between the earth and heaven.\n\nThe Steer dispels the evil-hearted with his might, aiming at offerings as an archer at the game.\n\n6 Beholding, as it were, Two Mother Cows, the Steer goes roaring on his way even as the Maruts roar.\n\nKnowing Eternal Law, the earliest light of heaven, he, passing wise, was chosen out to tell it forth.\n\n7 The fearful Bull is bellowing with violent might, far-sighted, sharpening his yellowcoloured horns.\n\nSoma assumes his seat in the well-fashioned place: the cowhide and the sheepskin are his ornament.\n\n8 Bright, making pure his body free from spot and stain, on the sheep's back the Golden-coloured hath flowed down.\n\nAcceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, he is prepared as threefold meal by skilful men.\n\n9 Flow on for the God's banquet, Soma, as a Steer, and enter Indra's heart, the Soma's reservoir.\n\nBear us beyond misfortune ere we be oppres. sed. the man who knows the land directs the man who asks.\n\n10 Urged like a car-steed flow to strength, O Soma: Indu, flow onward to the throat of Indra.\n\nSkilled, bear us past, as in a boat o'er water: as battling Hero save us from the foeman.\n\n#### HYMN LXXI. Soma Pavamana,\n\n1. THE guerdon is bestowed: the Mighty takes his Seat, and, ever-Watchful, guards from fiend and evil sprite.\n\nGold-hued, he makes the cloud his diadem, the milk his carpet in both worlds, and prayer his robe of state.\n\n2 Strong, bellowing, he goes, like one who slays the folk; he lets this hue of Asuras flow off from him,\n\nThrows off his covering, seeks his father's meeting-place, and thus makes for himself the bright robe he assumes.\n\n3 Onward he flows, from both the hands, pressed out with stones: excited by the prayer, the water makes him wild.\n\nHe frolics and draws near, completes his work with song, and bathes in streams to satisfy the worshipper.\n\n4 They pour out meath around the Master of the house, Celestial Strengthener of the mountain that gives might;\n\nIn whom, through his great powers, oblation-eating cows in their uplifted udder mix their choicest milk.\n\n5 They, the ten sisters, on the lap of Aditi, have sent him forward like a car from both the arms.\n\nHe wanders and comes near the Cow's mysterious place, even the place which his inventions have produced.\n\n6 Like as a falcon to his home, so speeds the God to his own golden wisely-tashioned place to rest.\n\nWith song they urge the darling to the sacred grass: the Holy One goes like a courser to the Gods.\n\n7 From far away, from heaven, the redhued noted Sage, Steer of the triple height, hath sung unto the kine.\n\nWith thousand guidings he, leading this way and that, shines, as a singer, splendidly through many a morn.\n\n8 His covering assumes a radiant hue; where'er he comes into the fight he drives the foe afar.\n\nThe Winner of the Floods, with food he seeks the host of heaven, he comes to praises glorified with milk.\n\n9 Like a bull roaming round the herds he bellows: he hath assumed the brilliancy of Surya.\n\nDown to the earth hath looked the heavenly Falcon: Soma with wisdom views all living creatures.\n\n#### HYMN LXXII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THEY cleanse the Gold-hued: like a red Steed is he yoked, and Soma in the jar is mingled with the milk.\n\nHe sendeth out his voice, and many loving friends of him the highly lauded hasten with their songs.\n\n2 The many sages utter words in unison, while into Indra's throat they pour the Soma juice,\n\nWhen, with the ten that dwell together closely joined, the men whose hands are skilful cleanse the lovely meath.\n\n3 He goes upon his way, unresting, to the cows, over the roaring sound which Sarya's Daughter loves.\n\nThe Falcon brought it to him for his own delight: now with the twofold kindred sisters is his home.\n\n4 Washed by the men, stone-pressed, dear on the holy grass, faithful to seasons, Lord of cattle from of old,\n\nMost liberal, completing sacrifice for men, O Indra, pure bright Soma, Indu, flows for thee.\n\n5 O Indra, urged by arms of men and poured in streams, Soma flows on for thee after.his Godlike kind.\n\nPlans thou fulfillest, gatherest thoughts for sacrifice: in the bowls sits the Gold-hued like a roosting bird.\n\n6 Sages well-skilled in work, intelligent, drain out the stalk that roars, the Sage, the Everlasting One.\n\nThe milk, the hymns unite them with him in the place of sacrifice, his seat who is produced anew.\n\n7 Earth's central point, sustainer of the mighty heavens, distilled into the streams, into the waters' wave,\n\nAs Indra's thunderbolt, Steer with farspreading wealth, Soma is flowing on to make the heart rejoice.\n\n8 Over the earthly region flow thou on thy way, helping the praiser and the pourer, thou Most Wise.\n\nLet us not lack rich treasure reaching to our home, and may we clothe ourselves in manifold bright wealth.\n\n9 Hither, O Indu, unto us a hundred gifts of steeds, a thousand gifts of cattle and of gold,\n\nMeasure thou forth, yea, splendid ample strengthening food do thou, O Pavamana, heed this laud of ours.\n\n#### HYMN LXXIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THEY from the spouting drop have sounded at the rim: naves speed together to the place of sacrifice.\n\nThat Asura hath formed, to seize, three lofty heights. The ships of truth have borne the pious man across.\n\n2 The strong Steers, gathering, have duly stirred themselves,and over the stream's wave the friends sent forth the song.\n\nEngendering the hymn, with flowing streams of meath, Indra's dear body have they caused to wax in strength.\n\n3 With sanctifying gear they sit around the song: their ancient Father guards their holy work from harm.\n\nVaruna hath o'erspread the mighty sea of air. Sages had power to hold him in sustaining floods.\n\n4 Sweet-tongued, exhaustless, they have sent their voices down togetlier, in heaven's vault that pours a thousand streams.\n\nHis wildly-restless warders never close an eye: in every place are found the bonds that bind man last.\n\n5 O'er Sire and Mother they have roared in unison bright with the verse of praise, burning up riteless men,\n\nBlowing away with supernatural might from earth and from the heavens the swarthy skin which Indra hates.\n\n6 Those which, as guides of song and counsellors of speed, were manifested from their ancient dwelling place,-\n\nFrom these the eyeless and the deaf have turned aside: the wicked travel not the pathway of the Law.\n\n7 What time the filter with a thousand streams is stretched, the thoughtful sages purify their song therein.\n\nBright-coloured are their spies, vigorous, void of guile, excellent, fair to see, beholders of mankind.\n\n8 Guardian of Law, most wise, he may not be deceived: three Purifiers hath he set within his heart.\n\nWith wisdom he beholds all creatures that exist: he drives into the pit the hated riteliess ones.\n\n9 The thread of sacrifice spun in the cleansing sieve, on Varuna's tongue-tip, by supernatural might,-\n\nThis, by their striving, have the prudent ones attained: he who hath not this power shall sink into the pit.\n\n#### HYMN LXXIV. Soma Pavamana\n\n1. BORN like a youngling he hath clamoured in the wood, when he, the Red, the Strong, would win the light of heaven.\n\nHe comes with heavenly seed that makes the water swell: him for wide-spreading shelter we implore with prayer.\n\n2 A far-extended pillar that supports the sky the Soma-stalk, filled full, moves itself every way.\n\nHe shall bring both these great worlds while the rite proceeds: the Sage holds these who move! together and all food.\n\n3 Wide space hath he who follows Aditi's right path, and mighty, well-made food, meath blent with Soma juice;\n\nHe who from hence commands the rain, Steer of the kine, Leader of floods, who helps us hence, who claims our laud.\n\n4 Butter and milk are drawn from animated cloud; thence Amrta is produced, centre of sacrifice.\n\nHini the Most Bounteous Ones, ever united, love; him as ouir Friend the Men who make all swell rain down.\n\n5 The Soma-stalk hath roared, following with the wave: he swells with sap for man the skin which Gods enjoy.\n\nUpon the lap of Aditi he lays the germ, by means whereof we gain children and progeny.\n\n6 In the third region which distils a thousand streams, may the Exhaustless Ones descend with procreant power.\n\nThe kindred Four have been sent downward from the heavens: dropping with oil they bring Amrta and sacred gifts.\n\n7 Soma assumes white colour when he strives to gain: the bounteous Asura knows full many a precious boon.\n\nDown the steep slope, through song, he comes to sacrifice, and he will burst the water-holding cask of heaven,\n\n8 Yea, to the shining milk-anointed beaker, as to his goal, hath stepped the conquering Courser.\n\nPious-souled men have sent their giffi of cattle unto Kaksivan of the hundred winters.\n\n9 Soma, thy juice when thou art blended with the streams, flows, Pavamana, through the long wool of the sheep.\n\nSo, cleansed by sages. O best giver of delight, grow sweet for Indra, Pavamana! for his drink.\n\n#### HYMN LXXV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. GRACIOUSLY-MINDED he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er which the Youthful One grows great.\n\nThe Mighty and Far-seeing One hath mounted now the mighty Surya's car which moves to every side.\n\n2 The Speaker, unassailable Master of this hymn, the Tongue of sacrifice pours forth the pleasant meath.\n\nWithin the lustrous region of the heavens the Son makes the third secret name of Mother and of Sire.\n\n3 Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir.\n\nThe milky streams of sacrifice have sung to him: he of the triple height shines brightly through the morns.\n\n4 Pressed by the stones, with hymns, and graciously inclined, illuminating both the Parents, Heaven and Earth,\n\nHe flows in ordered season onward through the flee, a current of sweet juice still swelling day by day.\n\n5 Flow onward, Soma, flow to bring prosperity: cleansed by the men, invest thee with the milky draught.\n\nWhat gladdening drinks thou hast, foaming, exceeding strong, even with these incite Indra to give us wealth.\n\n#### HYMN LXXVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. ON flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.\n\nThe Gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, impetuously winneth splendour in the streams.\n\n2 He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for the kine.\n\nIndu, while stimulating India's might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.\n\n3 Soma, as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou Indra's throat.\n\nMake both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us, as 'twere through song.\n\n4 Onward he flows, the King of all that sees the light: the Rsis' Lord hath raised the song of sacrifice;\n\nEven he who is adorned with Surya's arrowy beam, Father of hymns, whose wisdom is beyond our reach.\n\n5 Like as a bull to herds, thou flowest to the pail, bellowing as a steer upon the water's lap.\n\nSo, best of Cheerers, thou for Indra flowest on that we, with thy protection, may o'ercome in fight.\n\n#### HYMN LXXVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. MORE beauteous than the beautiful, as Indra's bolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat.\n\nDropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him like milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.\n\n2 On flows that Ancient One whom, hitherward, from heaven, sped through the region of the air, the Falcon snatched.\n\nHe, quivering with alarm and terrified in heart before bow-armed Krsanu, holdeth fast the sweet.\n\n3 May those first freshest drops of Soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us mighty strength in kine.\n\nBeauteous as serpents, worthy to be looked upon, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased.\n\n4 May that much-lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well-knowing, fight against our enemies.\n\nHe who hath brought the germ beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely-opcned stall of kine.\n\n5 The active potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuna whom the forward man can ne'er deceive.\n\nMitra, the Holy, hath been pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd,\n\n#### HYMN LXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. RAISING his voice the King hath flowed upon his way: invested with the waters he would win the kine.\n\nThe fleece retains his solid parts as though impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks the special place of Gods.\n\n2 Thou, Soma, art effused for Indra by the men, balmed in the wood as wave, Sage, Viewer of mankind.\n\nFull many are the paths whereon thou mayest go: a thousand bay steeds hast thou resting in the bowls.\n\n3 Apsarases who dwell in waters of the sea, sitting within, have flowed to Soma wise of heart.\n\nThey urge the Master of the house upon his way, and to the Eternal Pavamana pray for bliss.\n\n4 Soma flows on for u's as winner of the kine, winner of thousands, cars, water, and light, and gold;\n\nHe whom the Gods have made a gladdening draught to drink, the drop most sweet to taste, weal-bringing, red of hue.\n\n5 Soma, as Pavamana thou, our faithful Friend, making for us these real treasures, flowest on.\n\nSlay thou the enemy both near and,far away: grant us security and ample pasturage.\n\n#### HYMN LXXIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SPONTANEOUS let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed, golden-hued, among the Gods of lofty heaven.\n\nPerish among us they who give no gifts of food! perish the godless! May our prayers obtain success.\n\n2 Forward to us the drops, distilling meath, shall flow, like riches for whose sake we urge the horses on.\n\nBeyond the crafty hindering of all mortal men may we continually bear precious wealth away.\n\n3 Yea, yerily, foe of hate shown to himself is he, yea, verity, destroyer too of other hate.\n\nAs thirst subdueth in the desert, conquer thou, O Soma Pavarnana, men of evil thoughts.\n\n4 Near kin to thee is he, raised loftiest in the heavens: upon the earth's high ridge thy scions have grown forth.\n\nThe press-stones chew and crunch thee on the ox's hide: sages have milked thee with their hands into the streams.\n\n5 So do they hurry on thy strong and beauteous juice, O Indu, as the first ingredient of the draught.\n\nBring low, thou Pavamana, every single foe, and be thy might shown forth as sweet and gladdening drink.\n\n#### HYMN LXXX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. ON flows the stream of Soma who beholds mankind: by everlasting Law he calls the Gods from heaven.\n\nHe lightens with the roaring of Br aspati: h the lakes have not contained the pourings of juice.\n\n2 Thou, powerful Soma, thou to whom the cows have -lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, thine iron-fashioned home.\n\nThou, lengthening our princes' life and high renown, flowest for Indra as his might to gladdening drink.\n\n3 Best giver of delight, he flows to Indra's throat, robing himself in might, Auspicious One, for fame.\n\nHe spreads himself abroad to meet all things that be: the vigorous Tawny Steed flows sporting on his way.\n\n4 The men, the ten swift fingers, milk thee out for Gods, even thee most rich in meath, with thousand flowing streams.\n\nSoma who winnest thousands, driven by the men, expressed with stones, bring, as thou flowest, all the Gods.\n\n5 Deft-handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer enriched with sweets.\n\nThou, Soma, gladdening Indra, and the Heavenly Host, flowest as Pavamana like a river's wave.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. ONWARD to Indra's throat move, beauteously adorned, the waves of Soma as he purifies himself,\n\nWhen they, brought forward with the lovely curd of kine, effused, have cheered the Hero to bestow his gifts.\n\n2 Hither hath Soma flowed unto the beakers, like a chariot-horse, a stallion swift upon his way.\n\nThus, knowing both the generations, he obtains the rights and dues of Gods from yonder and from hence.\n\n3 While thou art cleansed, O Soma, scatter wealth on us; Indu, bestow great bounty as a liberal Prince.\n\nGiver of life, with wisdom help to opulence; strew not our home possessions far away from us.\n\n4 Hither let Pusan Pavamana come to us, Varuna, Mitra, bountiful, of one accord,\n\nThe Maruts, Asvins, Vayu, and Brhaspati, Savitar, Tvastar, tractable Sarasvati.\n\n5 Both Heaven and Earth, the all-invigorating Pair, Vidhatar, Aditi, and Aryaman the God,\n\nBhaga who blesses men, the spacious Firmament,-let all the Gods in Pavamana take delight.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. EVEN as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the Wondrous One hath bellowed to the kine.\n\nWhile purified he passes through the filtering fleece to seat him hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.\n\n2. To glory goest thou, Sage with disposing skill, like a groomed steed thou rusbest forward to the prize.\n\nO Soma, be thou gracious, driving off distress: thou goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state.\n\n3 Parjanya is the Father of the Mighty Bird: on mountains, in earth's centre hath he made his home.\n\nThe waters too have flowed, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.\n\n4 Thou givest pleasure as a wife delights her lord. Listen, O Child of Pajri, for to thee I speak.\n\nAmid the holy songs go on that we may live: in time of trouble, Soma, watch thou free from blame.\n\n5 As to the men of old thou camest, Indu unharmed, to strengthen, winning hundreds, thousands,\n\nSo now for new felicity flow onward: the waters follow as thy law ordaineth.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SPREAD is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs from every side.\n\nThe raw, whose mass hath not been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.\n\n2 High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering with light.\n\nThe Swift Ones favour him who purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.\n\n3 The foremost spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be.\n\nBy his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ,\n\n4 Gandharva verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the Gods.\n\nLord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.\n\n5 Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, thou corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of Gods.\n\nKing, on thy chariot-sieve thou goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FLOW, cheering Gods, most active, winner of the flood, for Indra, and for Vayu, and for Varuna.\n\nBestow on us to-day wide room with happiness, and in tbine ample dwelling laud the Host of Heaven.\n\n2 He who hath come anear to creatures that have life, Immortal Soma flows onward to all of them.\n\nEffecting, for our aid, both union and release, Indu, like Surya, follows closely after Dawn.\n\n3 He who is poured with milk, he who within the plants hastes bringing treasure for the happiness of Gods,\n\nHe, poured forth in a stream flows with the lightning's flash, Soma who gladdens Indra and the Host of Heaven.\n\n4 Winner of thousands, he, this Soma, flows along, raising a vigorous voice that wakens with the dawn.\n\nIndu with winds drives on the ocean of the air, he sinks within the jars, he rests in Indra's heart.\n\n5 The kine with milk dress him who makes the milk increase, Soma, amid the songs, who finds the light of heaven.\n\nWinner of wealth, the effectual juice is flowing on, Singer and Sage by wisdom, dear as heaven itself.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXV. Soma Pavamana.\n\nI. FLOW on to Indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together with the fiends.\n\nLet not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice. here be thy flowing drops laden with opulence.\n\n2 O Pavamana, urge us forward in the fight thou art the vigour of the Gods, the well-loved drink.\n\nSmite thou our enemies who raise the shout of joy: Indra, drink Soma juice, and drive away our foes.\n\n3 Unharmed, best Cheerer, thou, O Indu, flowest on: thou, even thou thyself, art Indra's noblest food.\n\nFull many a wise man lifts to thee the song of praise, and hails thee with a kiss as Sovran of this world.\n\n4 Wondrous, with hundred streams, hymned in a thousand songs, Indu pours out for Indra his delightrul meath.\n\nWinning us land and waters, flow thou hitherward: Rainer of bounties, Soma, make broad way for us.\n\n5 Roaring within the beaker thou art balmed with milk: thou passest through the fleecy filter all at once.\n\nCarefully cleansed and decked like a prizewinning steed, O Soma, thou hast flowed down within Indra's throat.\n\n6 Flow onward sweet of flavour for the Heavenly Race, for Indra sweet, whose name is easily invoked:\n\nFlow sweet for Mitra, Varuna, and Vayu, rich in meath, inviolable for Brhaspati.\n\n7 Ten rapid fingers deck the Courser in the jar: with hymns the holy singers send their voices forth.\n\nThe filtering juices hasten to their eulogy, the drops that gladden find their way to Indra's heart.\n\n8 While thou art purified pour on us hero strength, great, far-extended shelter, spacious pasturage.\n\nLet no oppression master this our holy work: may we, O Indu, gain all opulence through thee.\n\n9 The Steer who sees afar hath risen above the sky: the Sage hath caused the lights of heaven to give their shine.\n\nThe. King is passing through the filter with a roar: they drain the milk of heaven from him who looks on men.\n\n10 High in the vault of heaven, unceasing, honey-tongued, the Loving Ones drain out the mountain-haunting Steer,-\n\nThe drop that hath grown great in waters, in the lake meath-rich, in the stream's wave and in the cleansing sieve.\n\n11 The Loving Ones besought with many voices the Eagle who had flown away to heaven.\n\nHymns kiss the Youngling worthy of laudation, resting on earth, the Bird of golden colour.\n\n12 High to heaven's vault hath the Gandharva risen, beholding all his varied forms and figures.\n\nHis ray hath shone abroad with gleaming splendour: pure, he hath lighted both the worlds, the Parents.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THY gladdening draughts, O Pavamana, urged by song flow swiftly of themselves like sons of fleet-foot mares.\n\nThe drops of Soma juice, those eagles of the heavens, most cheering, rich in meath, rest in the reservoir.\n\n2 As rapid chariot-steeds, so turned in several ways have thine exhilarating juices darted forth,\n\nSoma-drops rich in meath, waves, to the Thunder-armed, to Indra, like milch-kine who seek their calf with milk.\n\n3 Like a steed urged to battle, finder of the light; speed onward to the cloud-born reservoir of heaven,\n\nA Steer that o'er the woolly surface seeks the sieve, Soma while purified for Indra's nourishment.\n\n4 Fleet as swift steeds, thy drops, divine, thought-swift, have been, O Pavamana, poured with milk into the vat.\n\nThe Rsis have poured in continuous Soma drops, ordainers who adorn thee, Friend whom Rsis love.\n\n5 O thou who seest all things, Sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass all abodes.\n\nPervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's Lord, O Soma, thou art King.\n\n6 The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven, his ensigns who is ever steadfast, travel round.\n\nWhen on the sieve the Golden-hued is cleansed, he rests within the vats as one who seats him in his place.\n\n7 Served with fair rites he flows, ensign of sacrifice: Soma advances to the special place of Gods.\n\nHe speeds with thousand currents to the reservoir, and passes through the filter bellowing as a bull.\n\n8 The Sovran dips him in the seain and the streams, and set in rivers with the waters' wave moves on.\n\nHigh heaven's Sustainer at the central point of earth, raised on the fleecy surface Pavamana stands.\n\n9 He on whose high decree the heavens and earth depend nath roared and thundered like the summit of the sky.\n\nSoma flows on obtaining Indra's friendly love, and, as they purify him, settles in the jars.\n\n10 He, light of sacrifice distils delicious meath, most wealthy, Father and begetter of the Gods.\n\nHe, gladdening, best of Cheerers, juice!hat Indra loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and heaven.\n\n11 The vigorous and far-seeing one, the Lord of heaven, flows, shouting to the beaker, with his thousand streams.\n\nColoured like gold he rests in seats where Mitra dwells, the Steer made beautiful by rivers and by sheep.\n\n12 In forefront of the rivers Pavamana speeds, in forefront of the hymn, foremost among the kine.\n\nHe shares the mighty booty in the van of war: the well-armed Steer is purified by worshippers.\n\n13 This heedful Pavamana, like a bird sent forth, hath with his wave flowed onward to the fleecy sieve.\n\nO Indra, through thy wisdom, b thy thought, O Sage, Soma flows bright and pure between the earth and heaven.\n\n14 He, clad in mail that reaches heaven, the Holy One, filling the firmament stationed amid the worlds,\n\nKnowing. the realm of light, hath come to us in rain: he summons to himself his own primeval Sire.\n\n15 He who was first of all to penetrate his form bestowed upon his race wide shelter and defence.\n\nFrom that high station which he hath in loftiest heaven he comes victorious to all encounters here.\n\n16 Indu hath started for Indra's special place and slights not as a Friend the promise of his Friend.\n\nSoma speeds onward like a youth to youtlitial maids, and gains the beaker by a course of bundred paths.\n\n17 Your songs, exhilarating, tuneful, uttering praise, are come into the placns where the people meet.\n\nWorshippers have exalted Soma with their hymns, and milch kine have come near to meet him with their milk.\n\n18 O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, pour on us accumulateds Plentiful, nutritious food,\n\nWhich, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched with store of nourishment, and strength, and Meath.\n\n19 Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the Furtherer of day, of morning, and of heaven.\n\nMixt with the streams he caused the beakers to resound, and with the singers' aid they entered Indra's heart.\n\n20 On, with the prudent singers, flows the ancient Sage and guided by the men hath roared about the vats.\n\nProducing Trita's name, may he pour forth the meath, that Vayu and that Indra may become his Friends.\n\n21 He, being purified, hath made the Mornings shine: this, even this is he who gave the rivers room.\n\nHe made the Three Times Seven pour out the milky flow: Soma, the Cheerer, yields whate'er the heart finds sweet.\n\n22 Flow, onward, Soma, in thine own celestial forms, flow, Indu, poured within the beaker and the sieve.\n\nSinking into the throat of Indra with a roar, led by the men thou madest Surya mount to heaven.\n\n23 Pressed out with stones thou flowest onward to the sieve, O Indu, entering the depths of Indra's throat.\n\nFar-sighted Soma, now thou lookest on mankind: thou didst unbar the cowstall for the Angirases.\n\n24 In thee, O Soma, while thou purifitedst thee, high-thoughted sages, seeking favour, have rejoiced.\n\nDown from the heavens the Falcon brought thee hitherward, even thee, O Indu, thee whom all our hymns adorn.\n\n25 Seven Milch-kine glorify the Tawny-coloured One while with his wave in wool he purifies himself.\n\nThe living men, the mighty, have impelled the Sage into the waters' lap, the place of sacrifice.\n\n26 Indu, attaining purity, plunges through the foe, making Ilis ways all easy for the pious man.\n\nMaking the kine his mantle, he, the lovely Sage, runs like a sporting courser onward through the fleece.\n\n27 The ceaseless watery fountains with their hundred streams sing, as they hasten near, to him the Golden-hued\n\nHim, clad in robes of milk, swift fingers beautify on the third height and in the luminous realm of heaven.\n\n28 These are thy generations of celestial seed thou art the Sovran Lord of all the world of life.\n\nThis universe, O Pavamana, owns thy sway; thou, Indu, art the first establisher of Law.\n\n29 Thou art the sea, O Sage who bringest alf to light: under thy Law are these five regions of the world.\n\nTlou reachest out beyond the earth, beyond the heavens: thine are the lights, O Pavamana, thine the Sun.\n\n30 Thou in the filter, Soma Pavamana, art purified to support the region for the Gods.\n\nThe chief, the longing ones have sought to hold thee fast, and all these living creatures have been turned to thee.\n\n31 Onward the Singer travels o'er the fleecy sieve. the Tawny Steer hath bellowed in the wooden vats.\n\nHymns have been sung aloud in resonant harmony, and holy songs kiss him, the Child who claims our praise.\n\n32 He hath assumed the rays of Surya for his robe, spinning, as he knows bow, the triply-twisted thread.\n\nHe, guiding to the newest rules of Holy Law, comes as the Women's Consort to the special place.\n\n33 On flows the King of rivers and the Lord of heaven: he follows with a shout the paths of Holy Law.\n\nThe Golden-hued is poured forth, with his hundred streams, Wealth-bringer, lifting up his voice while purified.\n\n34 Fain to be cleansed, thou, Pavamana, pourest out, like wondrous Surya, through the fleece, an ample sea.\n\nPurified with the hands, pressed by the men with stones, thou speedest on to mighty booty-bringing war.\n\n35 Thou, Pavamana, sendest food and power in streams. thou sittest in the beakers as a hawk on trees,\n\nFor Indra poured as cheering juice to make him glad, as nearest and farseeing bearer-up of heaven.\n\n36 The Sisters Seven, the Mothers, stand around the Babe, the noble, new-born Infant, skilled in holy song,\n\nGandharva of the floods, divine, beholding men, Soma, that he may reign as King of all the world.\n\n37 As Sovran Lord thereof thou Passest through these worlds, O Indu, harnessing thy tawny well-winged Mares.\n\nMay they pour forth for thee milk and oil rich in sweets: O Soma, let the folk abide in thy decree.\n\n38 O Soma, thou beholdest men from every side: O Pavamana, Steer, thou wanderest through these.\n\nPour out upon us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength to live among the things that be.\n\n39 Winner of gold and goods and cattle flow thou on, set as impregner, Indu, mid the worlds of life.\n\nRich in brave men art thou, Soma, who winnest all: these holy singers wait upon thee with the song.\n\n40 The wave of flowing meath hath wakened up desires: the Steer enrobed in milk plunges into the streams.\n\nBorne on his chariot-sieve the King hath risen to war, and with a thousand rays hath won him high renown.\n\n41 Dear to all life, he sends triumphant praises forth, abundant, bringing offspring, each succeeding day.\n\nFrom Indra crave for us, Indu, when thou art quaffed, the blessing that gives children, wealth that harbours steeds.\n\n42 When days begin, the strong juice, lovely, golden-hued, is recognized by wisdom more and more each day,\n\nHe, stirring both the Races, goes between the two, the bearer of the word of men and word of Gods.\n\n43 They balm him, balm him over balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength and balm it with the meath.\n\nThey seize the flying Steer at the stream's breathing-place: cleansing with gold they grasp the Animal herein.\n\n44 Sing forth to Pavamana skilled in holy song: the juice is flowing onward like a mighty stream.\n\nHe.glideth like a serpent from his ancient skin, and like a playful horse the Tawny Steer hath run.\n\n45 Dweller in floods, King, foremost, he displays his might, set among living things as measurer of days.\n\nDistilling oil he flows, fair, billowy, golden-hued, borne on a car of light, sharing one hom-e with wealth.\n\n46 Loosed is the heavens! support, the uplifted cheering juice: the triply-mingled draught flows round into the worlds.\n\nThe holy hymns caress the stalk that claims our praise, when singers have approached his beauteous robe with song.\n\n47 Thy strearns that flow forth rapidly collected run over the fine fleece of the sheep as thou art cleansed.\n\nWhen, Indu, thou art. balmed with milk within the bowl, thou sinkest in the jars, O Soma, when expressed.\n\n48 Winner of' power, flow, Soma, worthy of our laud: run onward to the fleece as well-beloved meath.\n\nDestroy, O Indu, all voracious Raksasas. With brave sons in the assembly let our speech be bold.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. RUN onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men speed forward to the battle.\n\nMaking thee beauteous like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass with reins they lead thee.\n\n2 Indu, the well-armed God, is flowing onward, who quells the curse and guards from treacherous onslaught,\n\nFather, begetter of the Gods, most skilful, the buttress of the heavens and earth's supporter.\n\n3. Rsi and Sage, the Champion of the people, cleft and sagacious, Usana in wisdom,\n\nHe hath discovered even their hidden nature, the Cows' concealed and most mysterious title.\n\n4 This thine own Soma rich in meath, O Indra, Steer for the Steer, hath flowed into the filter.\n\nThe strong Free-giver, winning hundreds, thousands, hath reached the holy grass that never fails him.\n\n5 These Somas are for wealth of countless cattle, renown therefor, and mighty strength immortal.\n\nThese have been sent forth, urified by strainers, like steeds who rusg to battle fain for glory.\n\n6 He, while he cleanses him, invoked of many, hath flowed to give the people all enjoyment.\n\nThou whom the Falcon brought, bring, dainty viands, bestir thyself and send us wealth and booty.\n\n7 This Soma, pressed into the cleansing filter, hath run as 'twere a host let loose, the Courser;\n\nLike a strong bull who whets his horns kpen-pointed, like a brave warrior in the fray for cattle.\n\n8 He issued forth from out the loftiest mountain, and found kine hidden somewhere in a stable.\n\nSoma's stream clears itself for thee, O Indra, like lightning thundering through the clouds of heaven,\n\n9 Cleansing thyselr, and borne along with Indra, Soma, thou goest round the herd of cattle.\n\nMay thy praise help us, Mighty One, prompt Giver, to the full ample food which thou bestowest.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FOR thee this Soma is effused, O Indra: drink of this juice; for thee the stream is flowing-\n\nSoma, which thou thyself hast made and chosen, even Indu, for thy special drink to cheer thee.\n\n2 Like a capacious car hath it been harnessed, the Mighty; to acquire abundant treasures.\n\nThen in the sacrifice they celebrated all triumphs won by Nahus -n the battle.\n\n3 Like Vayu with his team, moving at pleasure, most gracious when invoked like both Nasatyas,\n\nThou art thyself like the Wealth-Giver, Soma! who grants all boons, like song-inspiring Pusan.\n\n4 Like Indra who hath done great deeds, thou, Soma, art slayer of the Vrtras, Fort-destroyer.\n\nLike Pedu's horse who killed the brood of serpents, thus thou, O Soma, slayest every Dasyu.\n\n5 Like Agni loosed amid the forest, fiercely he winneth splendour in the running waters.\n\nLike one who fights, the roaring of the mighty, thus Soma Pavamana sends his current.\n\n6 These Somas passing through the fleecy filter, like rain descending from the clouds of heaven,\n\nHave been effused and poured into the beakers, swiftly like rivers running lowly seaward.\n\n7 Flow onward like the potent band of Maruts, like that Celestial Host whom none revileth.\n\nQuickly be gracious unto us like waters, like sacrifice victorious, thousand-fashioned.\n\n8 Thine are King Varuna's eternal statutes, lofty and deep, O Soma, is thy glory.\n\nAll-pure art thou like Mitra the beloved, adorable, like Aryaman, O Soma.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THIS Chariot-horse hath moved along the pathways, and Pavamana flowed like rain from heaven.\n\nWith us hath Soma with a thousand currents sunk in the wood, upon his Mother's bosom.\n\n2. King, he hath clothed him in the robe of rivers, mounted the straightest-going ship of Order.\n\nSped by the Hawk the drop hath waxed in waters: the father drains it, drains the Father's offspring.\n\n3 They come to him, red, tawny, Lord of Heaven, the watchful Guardian of the meath, the Lion.\n\nFirst, Hero in the fight, he seeks the cattle, and with his eye the Steer is our protector.\n\n4 They harness to the broad-wheeled car the mighty Courser whose back bears meath, unwearied, awful.\n\nThe twins, the sisters brighten him, and strengthen-these children of one damethe vigorous Racer.\n\n5 Four pouring out the holy oil attend him, sitting together in the same container.\n\nTo him they flow, when purified, with homage, and still, from every side, are first about him.\n\n6 He is the buttress of the heavens, supporter of earth, and in his hand are all the people.\n\nBe the team's Lord a well to thee the singer: cleansed is the sweet plant's stalk for deed of glory.\n\n7 Fighting, uninjured come where Gods are feasted; Soma, as Vitra-slayer flow for Indra.\n\nVouchsafe us ample riches very splendid may we be masters of heroic vigour.\n\n#### HYMN XC. Soma Pavamana,\n\n1. URGED On, the Father of the Earth and Heaven hath gone forth like a car to gather booty,\n\nGoing to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hand containing every treasure.\n\n2 To him the tones of sacred song have sounded, Steer of the triple height, the Life-bestower.\n\nDwelling in wood as Varuna in rivers, lavishing treasure he distributes blessings\n\n3 Great Conqueror, warnor-girt, Lord of all heroes, flow on thy way as he who winneth riches;\n\nWith sharpened. arms, with swift bow, never vanquished in battle, vanquishing in fight the foemen.\n\n4 Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both earth and heaven with all their fulness.\n\nStriving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call to us abundant vigour.\n\n5 O Soma, gladden Varuna and Mitra; cheer, Indu Pavamana! Indra, Visnu.\n\nCheer thou the Gods, the Company of Maruts: Indu, cheer mighty Indra to rejoicing.\n\n6 Thus like a wise and potent King flow onward, destroying with thy vigour all misfortunes.\n\nFor our well-spoken hymn give life, O Indu. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.\n\n#### HYMN XCI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. As for a chariot-race, the skilful Speaker, Chief, Sage, Inventor, hath, with song, been started.\n\nThe sisters ten upon the fleecy summit drive on the Car-horse to the resting places.\n\n2 The drop of Soma, pressed by wise Nahusyas, becomes the banquet of the Heavenly People-\n\nIndu, by hands of mortal men made beauteous, immortal, with the sheep and cows and waters.\n\n3 Steer roaring unto Steer, this Pavamana, this juice runs to the white milk of the milch-cow.\n\nThrough thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer, like Sura by his fair and open pathways.\n\n4 Break down the, strong seats even of the demons: cleansing thee, Indu, robd thyself in vigour.\n\nRend with thy swift bolt, coming from above them, those who are near and those who yet are distant.\n\n5 Prepare the forward paths in ancient manner for the new bymn, thou Giver of all bounties.\n\nThose which are high and hard for foes to conquer may we gain from thee, Active! Food-bestower!\n\n6 So purifying thee vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and cows, offipring and many children.\n\nGive us health, ample land, and lights, O Soma, and grant us long to look upon the sunshine.\n\n#### HYMN XCII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE gold-hued juice, poured out upon the filter, is started like a car sent forth to conquer.\n\nHe hath gained song and vigour while they cleansed him, and hath rejoiced the Gods with entertainments.\n\n2 He who beholdeth man hath reached the filter: bearing his name, the Sage hath sought his dwelling.\n\nThe Rsis came to him, seven holy singers, when in the bowls he settled as Invoker.\n\n3 Shared by all Gods, mobt wise, propitious, Soma goes, while they cleanse him, to his constant station.\n\nLet him rejoice in all his lofty wisdom to the Five Tribes the Sage attains with labour.\n\n4 In thy mysterious place, O Pavamana Soma, are all the Gods, the Thrice-Eleven.\n\nTen on the fleecy height, themselves, self-prompted, and seven fresh rivers, brighten and adorn thee.\n\n5 Now let this be the truth of Pavamana, there where all singers gather them together,\n\nThat he hath given us room and made the daylight, hath holpen Manu and repelled the Dasyu.\n\n6 As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King who goes to great assemblies,\n\nSoma hath sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and like a wild bull, in the wood hath settled.\n\n#### HYMN XCIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. TEN sisters, pouring out the rain together, swift-moving thinkers of the sage, adorn him.\n\nHither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.\n\n2 Even as a youngling crying to his mothers, the bounteous Steer hath flowed along to waters.\n\nAs youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens on to the. chose meeting-place, the beaker.\n\n3 Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow: thither in streams goes very sapient Indu.\n\nThe kine make ready, as with new-washed treasures, the Head and Chief with milk within the vessels.\n\n4 With all the Gods, O Indu Pavamana, while thou art roaring send us wealth in horses.\n\nHither upon her car come willing Plenty, inclined to us, to give us of her treasures.\n\n5 Now unto us mete riches, while they cleansethee, all-glorious, swelling wealth, with store of heroes.\n\nLong be his life who worships, thee, O Indu. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.\n\n#### HYMN XCIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. WHEN beauties strive for him as for a charger, then strive the songs like soldiers for the sunlight.\n\nActing the Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and song as 'twere a stall that kine may prosper.\n\n2 The worlds expand to hirn who from aforetime found light to spread the law of life eternal.\n\nThe swelling songs, like kine within the stable, in deep devotion call aloud on Indu.\n\n3 When the sage bears his holy wisdom round him, like a car visiting all worlds, the Hero,\n\nBecoming fame, mid Gods, unto the mortal, wealth to the skilled, worth praise mid the Ever-present,\n\n4 For glory born be hath come forth to glory: he giveth life and glory to the singers.\n\nThey, clothed in glory, have become immortal. He, measured in his course, makes frays successful.\n\n5 Stream to us food and vigour, kine and horses: give us broad lights and fill thGods with rapture.\n\nAll ther are easy things for thee to master thou, Pavamana Soma, quellest foemen.\n\n#### HYMN XCV Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. Loud neighs the Tawny Steed when started, settling deep in the wooden vessel while they cleanse him.\n\nLed by the men he takes the milk for raiment: then shall he, through his powers, engender praise-songs.\n\n2 As one who rows drives on his boat, he, Gold-hued, sends forth his voice, loosed on the path of Order.\n\nAs God, the secret names of Gods he utters, to be declared on sacred grass more widely.\n\n3 Hastening onward like the waves of waters, our holy hymns are pressing nigh to Soma.\n\nTo him they come with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who longs to meet them.\n\n4 They drain the stalk, the Steer who dwells on mountains, even as a Bull who decks him on the upland.\n\nHymns follow and attend him as he bellows: Trita bears Varuna aloft in ocean.\n\n5 Sending thy voice out as Director, loosen the Invoker's thought, O Indu, as they cleanse thee.\n\nWhile thou and Indra rule for our advantage, may we be masters of heroic vigour.\n\n#### HYMN XCVI. Soma Pavamana\n\n1. IN forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host rejoices.\n\nSoma endues his robes of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on Indra.\n\n2 Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage.\n\nThe Friend of Indra mounts his car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the prayer we offer.\n\n3 O God, for service of the Gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's drink, O Soma.\n\nMaking the floods, bedewing earth and heaven, come from the vast, comfort us while we cleanse thee\n\n4 Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection.\n\nThis is the wish of these friends assembled: this is my wish, O Soma Pavamana.\n\n5 Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven:\n\nFather of Agni, Surya's generator, the Father who begat Indra and Visnu.\n\n6 Brahman of Gods, the Leader of the poets, Rsi of sages, Bull of savage creatures,\n\nFalcon amid the vultures, Axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma singing.\n\n7 He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises.\n\nBeholding these inferior powers in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer well-knowing.\n\n8 As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and vigour.\n\nAs thoughtful Pavamana, urge O Indu, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on to Indra.\n\n9 Dear, grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to delight him.\n\nWith hundred powers, with thousand currents, Indu, like a strong car-horse, goes to the assembly.\n\n10 Born in old time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in waters,\n\nWarding off curses, King of all existence, he shall find way for prayer the while they cleanse him.\n\n11 For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties.\n\nFighting unvanquished, open the enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds and heroes.\n\n12 As thou didst flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in oblations,\n\nEven thus flow onward now conferring riches: combine with Indra, and bring forth thy weapons.\n\n13 Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit.\n\nSettle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra.\n\n14 Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the Gods' banquet, Pour the rain of heaven,\n\nWhile thou with rivers roarest in the beaker, and blent with milk prolongest our existence.\n\n15 Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger,\n\nLike fresh milk poured by Aditi, like passage in ample room, or like a docile car-horse.\n\n16 Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name thou bearest.\n\nPour booty, like a horse, for love of glory God, Soma, send us kine, and send us Vayu.\n\n17 They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop adorn the Car-horse.\n\nBy songs a Poet and a Sage by wisdom, Soma joes singing through the cleansing filter.\n\n18 Light-winner, Rsi-mindcd, Rsi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages,\n\nA Steer who strives to gain his third form, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a Singer.\n\n19 Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons,\n\nFollowing close the sea, the wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth form and declares it.\n\n20 Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches,\n\nA steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed into the beakers.\n\n21 Flow on with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter.\n\nEnter the beakers sporting, as they cleanse thee, and let thy gladdening juice make Indra joyful.\n\n22 His streams have been effused in all their fulness, and he hath entered, balmed with milk, the goblets.\n\nSinging his psalm, well-skilled in song, a Chanter, be comes as 'twere to his friend's sister roaring.\n\n23 Chasing our foes thou comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his darling.\n\nAs a bird flies and settles in the forest, thus Soma settles, purified, in goblets.\n\n24 With full stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse thee.\n\nHe, gold-hued, rich in boons, brought to the waters, hath roared within the goblet of the pious.\n\n#### HYMN XCVII. Soma Pavamana\n\n1. MADE pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse the God hath to the Gods his juice imparted.\n\nHe goes, effused and singing, to the filter, like priest to measured seats supplied with cattle.\n\n2 Robed in fair raiment meet to wear in battle, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations.\n\nRoll onward to the beakers as they cleanse thee, far-seeing at the feast of Gods, and watchful.\n\n3 Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a Prince among us, nobler than the noble.\n\nRoar out as thou art purified, run forward. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.\n\n4 Let us sing praises to the Gods: sing loudly, send ye the Soma forth for mighty riches.\n\nLet him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through the filter, and let our pious one rest in the pitcher.\n\n5 Winning the friendship of the Deities, Indu flows in a thousand streams to make them joyful.\n\nPraised by the men after the ancient statute, he hath come nigh, for our great bliss, to Indra.\n\n6 Flow, Gold-hued, cleansing thee, to enrich the singer: let thy juice go to Indra to support him.\n\nCome nigh, together with the Gods, for bounty. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.\n\n7 The God declares the Deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming lofty wisdom.\n\nWith brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, the Boar advances, singing, to the places.\n\n8 The Swans, the Vrsaganas from anear us have brought their restless spirit to our dwelling.\n\nFriends come to Pavamana meet for praises, and sound in concert their resistless music.\n\n9 He follows the Wide-strider's rapid movement: cows low, as 'twere, to him who sports at pleasure.\n\nHe with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the Silvery shines by night, by day the Golden.\n\n10 Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, to make him joyful.\n\nHe quells malignities and slays the demons, the King of mighty power who brings us comfort.\n\n11 Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter-\n\nIndu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the God who gladdens, for the God's enjoyment.\n\n12 As he is purified he pours out treasures, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices.\n\nIndu hath, wearing qualities by seasons, on the raised fleece engaged, the ten swift fingers.\n\n13 The Red Bull bellowing to the kine advances, causing the heavens and earth to roar and tbunder.\n\nWell is he beard like Indra's shout in battle: letting this voice be known he hastens hither.\n\n14 Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet flavours, urging the meath-rich plant thou goest onward.\n\nRaising a shout thou flowest as they cleanse thee, when thou, O Soma, art effused for Indra.\n\n15 So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, aiming deatb-shafts at him who stays the waters,\n\nFlow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine, O Soma.\n\n16 Pleased with us, Indu, send us as thou flowest good easy paths in ample space and comforts.\n\nDispelling, as 'twere with a club, misfortunes, run o'er the height, run o'er the fleecy summit.\n\n17 Pour on us rain celestial, quickly streaming, refreshing, fraught with health and ready bounty.\n\nFlow, Indu, send these Winds thy lower kinsmen, setting them free like locks of hair unbraided.\n\n18 Part, like a knotted tangle, while they cleanse thee, O Soma, righteous and unrighteous conduct.\n\nNeigh like a tawny courser who is loosened, come like a youth, O God, a house-possessor.\n\n19 For the God's service, for delight, O Indu, run o'er the height, run o'ver the fleecy summit.\n\nWith thousand streams, inviolate, sweet-scented, flow on for gain of strength that conquers heroes.\n\n20 Without a car, without a rein to guide them, unyoked, like coursers started in the contest,\n\nThese brilliant drops of Soma juice run forward. Do ye, O Deities, come nigh to drink them.\n\n21 So for our banquet of the Gods, O Indu, pour down the rain of heaven into the vessels.\n\nMay Soma grant us riches sought with longing, mighty, exceeding strong, with store of heroes.\n\n22 What time the loving spirit's word had formed him Chief of all food, by statute of the Highest,\n\nThen loudly lowing came the cows to Indu, the chosen, well-loved Master in the beaker.\n\n23 The Sage, Celestial, liberal, raining bounties, pours as he flows the Genuine for the Truthful.\n\nThe King shall be effectual strength's upholder: he by the ten bright reins is mostly guided.\n\n24 He who beholds mankind, made pure with filters, the King supreme of Deities and mortals,\n\nFrom days of old is Treasure-Lord of riches: he, Indu, cherishes fair well-kept Order.\n\n25 Haste, like a steed, to vittory for glory, to Indra's and to Vayu's entertainment.\n\nGive us food ample, thousandfold: be, Soma, the finder-out of riches when they cleanse thee.\n\n26 Effused by us let God-delighting Somas bring as they flow a home with noble heroes.\n\nRich in all boons like priests acquiring favour, the worshippers of heaven, the best of Cheerers.\n\n27 So, God, for service of the Gods flow onward, flow, drink of Gods, for ample food, O Soma.\n\nFor we go forth to war against the mighty make heaven and earth well stablished by thy cleansing.\n\n28 Thou, yoked by strong men, neighest like a courser, swifter than thought is, like an awful lion.\n\nBy paths directed hitherward, the straightest, send thou us happiness, Indu, while they cleanse thee.\n\n29 Sprung from the Gods, a hundred streams, a thousand, have been effused: sages prepare and purge them.\n\nBring us from heaven the means of winnning, Indu; thou art-forerunnner of abundant riches.\n\n30 The streams of days, were poured as 'twere from heaven: the wise King doth not treat his friend unkindly.\n\nLike a son following his father's wishes, grant to this family success and safety.\n\n31 Now are thy streams poured forth with all their sweetness, when, purified. thou goest through the filter.\n\nThe race of kine is thy gift, Pavarridna: when born thou madest Surya rich with brightness.\n\n32 Bright, bellowing aiong the path of Order, thou shinest as the form of life eternal.\n\nThou flowest on as gladdening drink for Indra, sending thy voice out with the hymns of sages.\n\n33 Pouring out streams at the Gods' feast with service, thou, Soma, lookest down, a heavenly Eagle.\n\nEnter the Soma-holding beaker, Indu, and with a roar approach the ray of Sarya.\n\n34 Three are the voices that the Courser utters: he speaks the thought of prayer, the law of Order.\n\nTo the Cow's Master come the Cows inquiring: the hymns with eager longing come to Soma.\n\n35 To Soma come the Cows, the Milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with their hvmns inquiring.\n\nSoma, effused, is purified and blended our hymns and Trstup songs unite in Soma.\n\n36 Thus, Soma, as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified flow for our welfare.\n\nPass into Indra with a mighty roaring make the voice swell, and generate abundance.\n\n37 Singer of true songs, ever-watchful, Soma hath settled in the ladles when they cleanse him.\n\nHim the Adhvaryus, paired and eager, follow, leaders of sacrifice and skilful-handed.\n\n38 Cleansed near the Sun as 'twere he as Creator hath filled full heaven and earth, and hath disclosed them.\n\nHe by whose dear help men gain all their wishes shall yield the precious meed as to a victor.\n\n39 He, being cleansed, the Strengthener and Increaser, Soma the Bounteous, helped us with his lustre,\n\nWherewith our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and stole the cattle from the mountain.\n\n40 In the first vault of heaven loud roared the Ocean, King of all being, generating creatures.\n\nSteer, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, Soma, the Drop effused, hath waxen mighty.\n\n41 Soma the Steer, in that as Child of Waters he chose the Gods, performed that great achievement.\n\nHe, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra; he, Indu, generated light in Surya.\n\n42 Make Vayu glad,, for furtherance and bounty: cheer Varuna and Mitra, as they cleanse thee.\n\nGladden the Gods, gladden the host of Maruts: make Heaven and Earth rejoice, O God, O Soma.\n\n43 Flow onward righteous slayer of the wicked, driving away our enemies and sickness,\n\nBlending thy milk with milk which cows afford us. We are thy friends, thou art the Friend of Indra.\n\n44 Pour us a fount of meath, a spring of treasure; send us a hero son and happy fortune.\n\nBe sweet to India when they cleanse thee, Indu, and pour down riches on us from the ocean.\n\n45 Strong Soma, pressed, like an impetuous courser, hath flowed in stream as a flood speeding downward.\n\nCleansed, he hath settled in his wooden dwelling: Indu hath flowed with milk and with the waters.\n\n46 Strong, wise, for thee who longest for his coming this Soma here flows to the bowls, O Indra.\n\nHe, chariot-borne, sun-bright, and truly potent, was poured forth like the longing of the pious.\n\n47 He, purified with ancient vital vigour, pervading all his Daughter's forms and figures,\n\nFinding his threefold refuge in the waters, goes singing, as a priest, to the assemblies.\n\n48 Now, chariot-borne, flow unto us, God Soma, as thou art purified flow to the saucers,\n\nSweetest in waters, rich in meath, and holy, as Savitar the God is, truthfulminded.\n\n49 To feast him, flow mid song and hymn, to Vayu, flow purified to Varuna and Mitra.\n\nFlow to the song-inspiring car-borne Hero, to mighty Indra, him who wields the thunder.\n\n50 Pour on us garments that shall clothe us meetly, send, purified, miIch-kine, abundant yielders.\n\nGod Soma, send us chariot-drawing horses that they may bring us treasures bright and golden.\n\n51 Send to us in a stream celestial riches, send us, when thou art cleansed, what earth containeth,\n\nSo that thereby we may acquire possessions and Rsihood in Jamadagni's manner.\n\n52 Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake, O Indu.\n\nHere, too, the Ruddy, wind-swift, full of wisdom, Shall give a son to him who cometh quickly.\n\n53 Flow on for us with this purification to the famed ford of thee whose due is glory.\n\nMay the Foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand treasures.\n\n54 Eagerly do we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and Prsana, wrought in battle.\n\nHe sent our enemies to sleep and slew thern, and turned away the foolish and unfriendly.\n\n55 Thou comest unto three extended filters, and hasteriest through each one as they cleanse thee.\n\nThou art the giver of the gift, a Bhaga, a Maghavan for liberal lords, O Indu.\n\n56 This Soma here, the Wise, the All-obtainer, flows on his way as King of all existence.\n\nDriving the drops at our assemblies, Indu completely traverses the fleecy filter.\n\n57 The Great Inviolate are kissing Indu, and singing in his place like eager sages.\n\nThe wise men send him forth with ten swift fingers, and balm his form with essence of the waters.\n\n58 Soma, may we, with thee as Pavamana, pile up together all our spoil in battle.\n\nThis boon vouchsafe us Varuna and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.\n\n#### HYMN XCVIII. Soma Pavamana\n\n1. STREAM on us riches that are sought by many, best at winning strength\n\nRiches, O Indu, thousandfold, glorious, conquering the great.\n\n2 Effused, he hath, as on a car, invested him in fleecy mail:\n\nOnward hath Indu flowed in streams, impelled, surrounded by the wood.\n\n3 Effused, this Indu hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece:\n\nHe goes erect, as seeking kine in stream, with light, to sacrifice.\n\n4 For thou thyself, O Indu, God, to every mortal worshipper\n\nAttractest riches thousandfold, made manifest in hundred forms.\n\n5 Good Vrtra-slayer, may we be still nearest to this wealth of thine\n\nWhich many crave, nearest to food and happiness, Resistless One!\n\n6 Whom, bright with native splendour, crushed between the pair of pressingstones-\n\nThe wavy Friend whom Indra loves-the twice-five sisters dip and bathe,\n\n7 Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,\n\nWho with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the Deities.\n\n8 Through longing for this sap of yours ye drink what brings ability,\n\nEven him who, dear as heaven's own light, gives to our princes high renown.\n\n9 Indu at holy rites produced you, Heaven and Earth, the Friends of men,\n\nHill-haunting God the Goddesses. They bruised him where the roar was loud.\n\n10 For Vrtra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,\n\nPoured for the guerdon-giving man, poured for the God who sitteth there.\n\n11 These ancient Somas, at the break of day, have flowed into the sieve,\n\nSnorting away at early morn these foolish evil-hearted ones.\n\n12 Friends, may the princes, ye and we, obtain this Most Resplendent One.\n\nGain him who hath the smell of strength, win him whose home is very strength.\n\n#### HYMN XCIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THEY for the Bold and Lovely One ply manly vigour like a bow:\n\njoyous, in front of songs they weave bright raiment for the Lord Divine.\n\n2 And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food',\n\nWhat time the sacrificer's thoughts speed on his way the Golden-hued.\n\n3 We cleanse this gladdening drink of his the juice which Indra chiefly drinks---\n\nThat which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now.\n\n4 To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise:\n\nAnd sacred songs which bear the names of Gods have supplicated him.\n\n5 They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve.\n\nHim they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer.\n\n6 Soma, best Cheerer, takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls.\n\nHe as it were impregns the cow, and babbles on, the Lord of Song.\n\n7 He is effused and beautified, a God for Gods, by skilful men.\n\nHe penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein.\n\n8 Pressed, Indu, guided by the men, thou art led to the cleaning sieve.\n\nThou, yielding Indra highest joy, takest thy seat within the bowls.\n\n#### HYMN C. Soma Pavamana.\n\nI. THE Guileless Ones are singing praise to Indra's well beloved Friend,\n\nAs, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.\n\n2 O Indu, while they cleanse thee bring, O Soma, doubly-waxing wealth\n\nThou in the worshipper's abode causest all treasures to increase.\n\n3 Set free the. song which mind hath yoked, even as thunder frees the rain:\n\nAll treasures of the earth and heaven, O Soma, thou dost multiply.\n\n4 Thy stream when thou art pressed runs on like some victorious warrior's steed\n\nHastening onward through the fleece like a fierce horse who wins the prize.\n\n5 Flow on, Sage Soma, with thy stream to give us mental power and strength,\n\nEffused for Indra, for his drink, for Mitra and for Varuna.\n\n6 Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, best winner, thou, of spoil,\n\nO Soma, as most rich in sweets for Indra, Visnu, and the Gods.\n\n7 The mothers, void of guiles, caress thee Golden-coloured, in the sieve,\n\nAs cows, O Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.\n\n8 Thou, Pavamana, movest on with wondrous rays to great renown.\n\nStriving within the votary's house thou drivest all the glooms away.\n\n9 Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth.\n\nThou, Pavamana hast assumed thy coat of mail in majesty.\n\n#### HYMN CI. Soma Pavamana\n\n1. FOR first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink,\n\nDrive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away.\n\n2 He who with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hitherward,\n\nIndu, is like an able steed.\n\n3 The men with all-pervading song send unassailable Soma forth,\n\nBy pressing-stones, to sacrifice.\n\n4 The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined, flow,\n\nEffused, the source of Indra's joy: may your strong juices reach the Gods.\n\n5 Indu flows on for Indra's sake: thus have the Deities declared.\n\nThe Lord of Speech exerts himself, Ruler of all, because of might.\n\n6 Inciter of the voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean flows,\n\nEven Soma, Lord of opulence, the Friend of Indra, day by day.\n\n7 As Pusan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.\n\nHe, Lord of the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.\n\n8 The dear cows lowed in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink.\n\nThe drops as they were purified, the Soma juices, made then paths.\n\n9 O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed,\n\nWhich the Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence.\n\n10 For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of our weal,\n\nEffused as friends without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light.\n\n11 Effused by means of pressing-stones, upon the ox-hide visible,\n\nThey, treasure-finders, have announced food unto us from every side.\n\n12 Tlese Soma juices, skilled in song, purified, blent with milk and curd,\n\nWhen moving and when firmly laid in oil, resemble lovely Suns.\n\n13 Let not the power of men restrain the voice of the outpouring juice:\n\nAs Bhrgu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the greedy hound away.\n\n14 The Friend hath wrapped him in his robe, as in his parents arms, a son.\n\nHe went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like.\n\n15 That Hero who produces strength, he who hath propped both worlds apart,\n\nGold-hued, hath wrapped him in the sieve, to settle, priest-like, in his place.\n\n16 Soma upon the ox's skin through the sheep's wool flows purified.\n\nBellowing out, the Tawny Steer goes on to Indra's special place.\n\n#### HYMN CIL Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE Child, when blended with the streams, speeding the plan of sacrifice,\n\nSurpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.\n\n2 The place, near the two pressing-stones of Trita, hath he occupied,\n\nSecret and dear through seven lights of sacrifice.\n\n3 Urge to three courses, on the heights of Trita, riches in a stream.\n\nHe who is passing wise measures his courses out.\n\n4 Even at his birth the Mothers Seven taught him, for glory, like a sage,\n\nSo that he, firm and sure, hath set his mind on wealth.\n\n5 Under his sway, of one accord, are all the guileless Deities:\n\nWarriors to be envied, they, when they are pleased.\n\n6 The Babe whom they who strengthen Law have generated fair to see,\n\nMuch longed for at the sacrifice, most liberal Sage,-\n\n7 To him, united, of themselves, come the young Parents of the rite,\n\nWhen they adorn him, duly weaving sacrifice.\n\n8 With wisdom and with radiant eyes unbar to us the stall of heaven,\n\nSpeeding at solemn rite the plan of Holy Law.\n\n#### HYMN CIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. To Soma who is purified as ordering Priest the song is raised:\n\nBring meed, as 'twere, to one who makes thee glad with hymns.\n\n2 Blended with milk and curds he flows on through the long wool of the sheep.\n\nThe Gold-hued, purified, makes him three seats for rest.\n\n3 On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows:\n\nThe Rsis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.\n\n4 Shared by all Gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns,\n\nGolden-hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls.\n\n5 After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go,\n\nAs a Priest purified by priests, Immortal One.\n\n6 Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a God effused for Deities.\n\nThe penetrating Pavamana flows along.\n\n#### HYMN CIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. SIT down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:\n\nDeck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites.\n\n2 Unite him bringing household wealth, even as a calf, with mother kine,\n\nHim who hath double strength, the God, delighting juice.\n\n3 Purify him who gives us power, that he, most Blessed One, may be\n\nA banquet for the Troop, Mitra, and Varuna.\n\n4 Voices have sung aloud to thee as finderout of wealth for us:\n\nWe clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.\n\n5 Thou, Indu, art the food of Gods, O Sovran of all gladdening drinks:\n\nAs Friend for friend, be thou best finder of success.\n\n6 Drive utterly away from us each demon, each voracious fiend,\n\nThe godless and the false: keep sorrow far away.\n\n#### HYMN CV. Soma Pavamana\n\n1. SING; ye aloud, O friends, to him who makes him pure for gladdening drink:\n\nThey shall make sweet the Child with sacrifice and laud.\n\n2 Like as a calf with mother cows, so Indu is urged forth and sent,\n\nGlorified by our hymns, the God-delighting juice.\n\n3 Effectual means of power is he, he is a banquet for the Troop,\n\nHe who hath been effused, most rich in meath, for Gods.\n\n4 Flow to us, Indu, passing, strong, effused, with wealth of kine and steeds:\n\nI will spread forth above the milk thy radiant hue.\n\n5 Lord of the tawny, Indu thou who art the God's most special food,\n\nAs Friend to friend, for splendour be thou good to men.\n\n6 Drive utterly, far away from us each godless, each voracious foe.\n\nO Indu, overcome and drive the false afar.\n\n#### HYMN CVI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. To Indra, to the Mighty Steer, may these gold-coloured juices go,\n\nDrops rapidly produced, that find the light of heaven.\n\n2 Effused, this juice victorious flows for Indra, for his maintenance.\n\nSoma bethinks him of the Conqueror, as he knows.\n\n3 May Indra in his raptures gain from him the grasp that gathers spoil,\n\nAnd, winning waters, wield the steerstrong thunderbolt.\n\n4 Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou on:\n\nBring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven.\n\n5 Do thou, all-beautiful, purify for Indra's sake the mighty juice,\n\nPath-maker thou, far seeing, with a thousand ways.\n\n6 Best finder of prosperity for us, most rich in sweets for Gods,\n\nProceed thou loudly roaring on a thousand paths.\n\n7 O Indu, with thy streams, in might, flow for the banquet of the Gods:\n\nRich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy place.\n\n8 Thy drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight:\n\nThe Gods have drunk thee up for immortality.\n\n9 Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified,\n\nPouring down rain from heaven in hoods, and finding light.\n\n10 Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,\n\nShouting while purified before the voice of song.\n\n11 With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood, above the fleece:\n\nOur psalms have glorified him of the triple height.\n\n12 Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war,\n\nAnd lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.\n\n13 Gold-hued and lovely in his course, througb tangles of the wool he flows,\n\nAnd pours heroic fame upon the worshippers.\n\n14 Flow thus, a faithful votary: the streams of meath have been effused.\n\nThou comest to the filter, singing, from each side.\n\n#### HYMN CVII. Soma Pavamana.\n\nI., HENCE sprinkle forth the juice effused,. Soma, the best of sacred gifts,\n\nWho, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams. He hath pressed Soma out with stones.\n\n2 Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece inviolate and most odorous.\n\nWe ladden thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still with juice and milk.\n\n3 Pressed out for all to see, delighting Gods, Indu, Far-sighted One, is mental power.\n\n4 Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe:\n\nGiver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of gold.\n\n5 Milking the heavenly udder for dear meath, he hath sat in the ancient gatheringplace.\n\nWashed by the men, the Strong Farseeing One streams forth nutriti us food that all desire.\n\n6 O Soma, while they cleanse thee, dear and watchful in the sheep's long wool,\n\nThou hast become a Singer most like Angiras: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.\n\n7 Bountiful, best of furtherers, Soma floweth on, Rsi and Singer, keen of sight.\n\nThou hast become a Sage most welcome to the Gods: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.\n\n8 Pressed out by pressers, Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,\n\nGoes, even as with a mare, in tawnycoloured stream, goes in exhilarating stream.\n\n9 Down to the water-Soma, rich in kine hath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked.\n\nThey have approached the mixing-vessel as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse.\n\n10 Effused by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of the sheep,\n\nThou, entering the saucers as a man the fort, gold-hued hast settled in the wood.\n\n11 He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine wool, like an impetuous steed in war,\n\nEven Soma Pavamana who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards.\n\n12 O Soma,-for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with surge,\n\nWith the stalk's juice, exhilarating, resting not, into the vat that drops with meath.\n\n13 Like a dear son who must be decked, the Lovely One hath clad him in a shining robe.\n\nMen skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their bands.\n\n14 The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow, the gladdening drink,\n\nIntelligent drops above the basin of the sea, exhilarating, finding light.\n\n15 May Pavamana, King and God, speed with his wave over the sea the lofty rite:\n\nMay he by Mitra's and by Varuna's decree flow furthering the lofty rite.\n\n16 Far-seeing, lovely, guided by the men, the God whose home is in the sea-\n\n17 Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his Marut host:\n\nHe hastens o'er the fleece with all his thousand streams: men make him bright and beautiful.\n\n18 Purified in the bowl and gendering the hymn, wise Soma joys among the Gods.\n\nRobed in the flood, the Mighty One hath clad himself with milk and settled in the vats.\n\n19 O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight.\n\nMany fiends follow me; help me, thou Tawny-hued; pass on beyond these barriers.\n\n20 Close to thy bosom am I, Soma, day and night. O Tawny-hued, for friendship sake.\n\nSurya himself refulgent with his glow have we o'ertaken in his course like birds.\n\n21 Deft-handcd! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.\n\nThou, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much-desifed.\n\n22 Making thee pure and bright in the sheep's long wool, tbou hast bellowed, steerlike, in the wood.\n\nThou flowest, Soma Pavamana, balmed with milk unto the special place of Gods.\n\n23 Flow on to win us strength, flow on to lofty lore of every kind.\n\nThou, Soma, as Exhilarator wast the first to spread the sea abroad for Gods.\n\n24 Flow to the realm of earth, flow to the realm of heaven, O Soma, in thy righteous ways.\n\nFair art thou whom the sages, O Far-seeing One, urge onward with their songs and hymns.\n\n25 Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream,\n\nGirt by the Maruts, gladdening, Steeds with Indra's stiength, for wisdom and for dainty food.\n\n26 Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, Indu is speeding to the vat.\n\nHe gendering light, hath made the glad Cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.\n\n#### HYMN CVIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. FOR Indra, flow thou Soma on, as gladdening juice most sweet, intelligent,\n\nGreat, cheering, dwelling most in heaven.\n\n2 Thou, of whom having drunk the Steer acts like a steer. drinking of this that finds the light,\n\nHe, Excellently Wise, is come to strengthening food, to spoil and wealth like Etasa.\n\n3 For, verily, Pavamana, thou bast, splendidest, called all the generations of\n\nThe Gods to immortality.\n\n4 By whom Dadhyac Navagva opens fastened doors, by whom the sages gained their wish,\n\nBy whom they won the fame of lovely Amrta in the felicity of Gods.\n\n5 Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the long wool of the sheep,\n\nSporting, as 'twere the waters' wave.\n\n6 He who from out the rocky cavern took with might the redmrefulgent watery Cows,\n\nThou masterest the stable full of kine and steeds: burst it, brave Lord, like one in mail.\n\n7 Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laudworthy, speeding through the region and the flood,\n\nWho swims in water, roan in wood;\n\n8 Increaser of the water, Steer with thousand streams, dear to the race of Deities;\n\nWho born in Law hath waxen mighty by the Law, King, God, and lofty Ordinance.\n\n9 Make splendid glory shine on us, thou Lord of strengthening food, God, as the Friend of Gods:\n\nUnclose the fount of middle air.\n\n10 Roll onward to the bowls, O Mighty One, effused, as Prince supporter of the tribes.\n\nPour on us rain from heaven, send us the waters' flow: incite our thoughts to win the spoil.\n\n11 They have drained him the Steer of heaven, him with a thousand streams, distilling rapturous joy,\n\nHim who brings all things excellent.\n\n12 The Mighty One was born Immortal, giving life, lightening darkness with his shine.\n\nWcll-praised by. sages he hath. by his wondrous power assumed the Threefold as his robe.\n\n13 Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us bounteous gifts and sweet refreshing food,\n\nSoma who brings us quiet homes:\n\n14 He whom our Indra and the Marut host shall drink, Bhaga shall drink with Aryarnan,\n\nBy whom we bring to us Mitra and Varuna and Indra for our great defence.\n\n15 Soma, for Indra's drink do thou, led by the men, well-wcaponcd and most gladdening,\n\nFlow on with greatest store of sweets.\n\n16 Enter the Soma-holder, even Indra's heart, as rivers pass into the sea,\n\nAcceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, the noblest Pillar of the heavens.\n\n#### HYMN CIX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. PLEASANT to Indra's Mitra's, Pusan's Bhaga's taste, sped onward, Soma, with thy flowing stream.\n\n2 Let Indra drink, O Soma, of thy juice for wisdom, and all Deities for strength.\n\n3 So flow thou on as bright celestial juice, flow to the vast, immortal dwelling-place.\n\n4 Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods to every form.\n\n5 Flow on, O Soma, radiant for the Gods and Heaven and Earth and bless our progeny.\n\n6 Thou, bright Juice, art Sustainer of the sky: flow, mighty, in accordance with true Law.\n\n7 Soma, flow splendid with thy copious stream through the great fleece as in the olden time.\n\n8 Bom, led by men, joyous, and purified, let the Light-finder make all blessings flow:\n\n9 Indu, while cleansed, keeping the people safe, shall give us all possessions for our own.\n\n10 Flow on for wisdom, Soma, and for power, as a strong courser bathed, to win the prize.\n\n11 The pressers purify this juice of thine, the Soma, for delight, and lofty fame\n\n12 They deck the Gold-hued Infant, newlyborn, even Soma, Indu, in the sieve for Gods.\n\n13 Fair Indu hath flowed on for rapturous joy, Sage for good fortune in the waters' lap.\n\n14 He bears the beauteous name of Indra, that wherewith he overcame all demon foes.\n\n15 All Deities are wont to drink of him, pressed by the men and blent with milk and curds.\n\n16 He hath flowed forth with thousand streams effused, flowed ihsough the filter and the sheep's long wool.\n\n17 With endless genial flow the Strong hath run, purified by the waters, blent with milk.\n\n18 Pressed out with stones, directed by the men, go fortli, O Soma, into Indra's throat.\n\n19 The mighty Soma with a thousand streams is poured to Indra through the cleansing sieve.\n\n20 Indu they balm with pleasant milky juice for Indra, for the Steer, for his delight.\n\n21 Lightly, for sheen, they cleanse thee for the Gods, gold-coloured, wearing water as thy robe.\n\n22 Indu to Indra streams, yea, downward streams, Strong, flowing to the floods, and mingling -there.\n\n#### HYMN CX. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. O'ERPOWERING Vrtras, forward run to win great strength:\n\nThou speedest to subdue like one exacting debts.\n\n2 In thee, effused, O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight.\n\nThou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds,\n\n3 O Pavamana, thou didst generate the Sun, and spread the moisture out with power,\n\nHasting to us with plenty vivified with milk.\n\n4 Thou didst produce him, Deathless God mid mortal men for maintenance of Law and lovely Amrta:\n\nThou evermore hast moved making strength flow to us.\n\n5 All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as 'twere a never-failing well for men to drink,\n\nBorne on thy way in fragments from the presser's arms.\n\n6 Then, beautifully radiant, certain Heavenly Ones, have sung to him their kinship as they looked thereon,\n\nAnd Savitar the God opens as 'twere a stall.\n\n7 Soma, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to thee for mighty strength and for renown:\n\nSo, Hero, urge us onward to heroic power.\n\n8 They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud:\n\nThey lifted up their voice to Indra athis birth.\n\n9 As long as thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and all existence in thy might,\n\nThou standest like a Bull the chief amid the herd.\n\n10 In the sheep's wool hath Soma Pavamana flowed, while they cleanse him, like a playful infant,\n\nIndu with hundred powers and hundred currents.\n\n11 Holy and sweet, while purified, this Indu flows on, a wave of pleasant taste, to Indra,-\n\nStrength-winner, Treasure-finder, Life. bestower.\n\n12 So flow thou on, subduing our assailants, chasing the demons hard to beencountered,\n\nWell-armed and conquering our foes, O Soma.\n\n#### HYMN CXI. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. WITH this his golden splendour purifying him, he with his own allies subdues all enemies, as Sara with his own allies.\n\nCleansing 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.\n\n2 That treasure of the Panis thou discoveredst; thou with thy mothers deckest thee in thine abode, with songs of worship in thine home.\n\nAs '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.\n\n3 He moves intelligent, directed to the East. The very beauteous car rivals the beams of light, the beautiful celestial car.\n\nHymns, lauding manly valour, came, inciting Indra to success, that ye may be unconquered, both thy bolt and thou, both be unconquered in the war.\n\n#### HYMN CXII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. WE all have various thoughts and plans, and diverse are the ways of men.\n\nThe Brahman seeks the worshipper, wright seeks the cracked, and leech the maimed. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n2 The smith with ripe and seasoned plants, with feathers of the birds of air,\n\nWith stones, and with enkindled flames, seeks him who hath a store of gold. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n3 A bard am I, my dad's a leech, mammy lays corn upon the stones.\n\nStriving for wealth, with varied plans, we follow our desires like kine. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n4 The horse would draw an easy car, gay hosts attract the laugh and jest.\n\nThe male desires his mate's approach, the frog is eager for the flood, Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n#### HYMN CXIII. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. LET Vrtra-slaying Indra drink Soma by Saryanavan's side,\n\nStoring up vigour in his heart, prepared to do heroic deeds. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n2 Lord of the Quarters, flow thou on, boon Soma, from Arjika land,\n\nEffused with ardour and with faith, and the true hymn of sacrifice. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n3 Hither hath Surya's Daughter brought the wild Steer whom Parjanya nursed.\n\nGandharvas have seized bold of him, and in the Soma laid the juice. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n4 Splendid by Law! declaring Law, truthspeaking, truthful in thy works,\n\nEnouncing faith, King Soma! thou, O Soma, whom thy maker decks. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n5 Together flow the meeting streams of him the Great and truly Strong.\n\nThe juices of the juicy meet. Made pure by prayer, O Golden-hued, flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n6 O Pavamana, where the priest, as he recites the rhythmic prayer,\n\nLords it o'er Soma with the stone, with Soma bringing forth delight, flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n7 O Pavarnana, place me in that deathless, undecaying world\n\nWherein the light of heaven is set, and everlasting lustre shines. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n8 Make me immortal in that realm where dwells the King, Vivasvan's Son,\n\nWhere is the secret shrine of heaven, where are those waters young and fresh. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n9 Make me immortal in that realm where they move even as they list,\n\nIn the third sphere of inmost heaven where lucid worlds are full of light. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n10 Make me immortal in that realm of eager wish and strong desire,\n\nThe region of the radiant Moon, where food and full delight are found. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake:\n\n11 Make me immortal in that realm where happiness and transports, where\n\nJoys and felicities combine, and longing wishes are fulfilled. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n#### HYMN CXIV. Soma Pavamana.\n\n1. THE man who waIketh as the Laws of Indu Pavamana bid,-\n\nMen call him rich in children, him, O Soma, who hath met thy thought. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n2 Kasyapa, Rsi, lifting up thy voice with hymn-composers' lauds,\n\nPav reverence to King Soma born the Sovran Ruler of the plants. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n3 Seven regions have their several Suns; the ministering priests are seven;\n\nSeven are the Aditya Deities,-with these, O Soma, guard thou us. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.\n\n4 Guard us with this oblation which, King Soma, hath been dressed for thee.\n\nLet not malignity conquer us, let nothing evil do us harm. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake,",
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