HYMN XLV. Soma Pavamana.
1. FLOW, thou who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the Gods,
Indu, to Indra for his drink.
2. Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to
The Gods, O better than our friends.
3. We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy:
Unbar for us the doors of wealth.
4. He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run
Indu belongs unto the Gods.
5. All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece:
Singers have chanted Indu’s praise.
6. Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man
Who worships thee heroic strength.
HYMN XLVI. Soma Pavamana.
1. LIKE able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of Gods,
joying in mountains, flowing on.
2. To Vayu flow the Soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful
Like a bride dowered by her sire.
3. Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of
juice, the Somas rich in food,
Give strength to Indra with their work.
4. Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the brilliant juices blent with meal,
And cook with milk the gladdening draught.
5. Thus, Soma, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us,
Giver oF ample opulence.
6. This Pavamana, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn,
The draught that shall make Indra glad.
HYMN XLVII. Soma Pavamana.
1. GREAT as he was, Soma hath gained strength by this high solemnity:
joyous he riseth like a bull.
2. His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest:
He sternly reckoneth their debts.
3. Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra’s juice, becomes
A thousand-winning thunderbolt.
4. Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage
When he embellisheth his songs.
5. Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war
Thou art upon the conquerors’ side.
HYMN XLVIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. WITH sacrifice we seek to thee kind Cherisher of manly might
In mansions of the lofty heavens;
2. Gladdening crusher of the bold, ruling with very mighty sway,
Destroyer of a hundred forts.
3. Hence, Sapient One! the Falcon, strong of wing, unwearied, brought thee down,
Lord over riches, from the sky.
4. That each may see the light, the Bird brought us the guard of Law, the Friend
Of all, the speeder through the air.
5. And now, sent forth, it hath attained to mighty power and majesty,
Most active, ready to assist.
HYMN XLIX. Soma Pavamana.
1. Poust down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky,
And plenteous store of wholesome fbod.
2. Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us,
The kine of strangers to our home.
3. Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream,
Ppur down on us a flood of rain.
4. To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth
For verily the Gods will bear.
5. Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas,
Flashing out splendour as of old.
HYMN L. Soma Pavamana.
1. LOUD as a river’s roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:
Urge on thine arrow’s sharpened point.
2. At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou
Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.
3. On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One,
Even Pavamana, dropping meath.
4. Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer,
To seat thee in the place of song.
5. Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,
Indu, for Indra, for his drink.
HYMN LI. Soma Pavamana.
1. ADHVARYU, on the filter pour the Soma juice expressed with stones,
And make it pure for Indra’s drink.
2. Pour out for Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven,, the Soma’s juice,
Most excellent, most rich in sweets.
3. These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu enjoy this juice of thine,
This Pavamana’s flowing meath.
4. For, Soma, thou hast been effused, strengthening for the wild carouse,
O Steer, the singer, for our help.
5. Flow with thy stream, Far-sighted One, effused, into the cleansing sieve:
Flow on to give us strength and fame.
HYMN LII. Soma Pavamana.
1. WEALTH-WINNER, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice,
Flow to the filter when effused.
2. So, in thine ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams
Run o’er the fleecy straining-cloth.
3. Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us
Shake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.
4. Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men,
Of him who threatens us with war.
5. Indu, Wealth-giver, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea,
A thousand of thy pure bright streams.
HYMN LIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves:
Chase thou the foes who compass us.
2. Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked:
With fearless heart will I sing praise.
3. No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana’s holy laws:
Crush him who fain would fight with thee.
4. For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed,
Indu the bringer of delight.
HYMN LIV. Soma Pavamana.
1. AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from
The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.
2. In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes,
Seven currents flowing through the sky.
3. He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist-
Soma, a God as Surya is.
4. Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra’s Friend,
Wealth from the kine to feast the Gods.
HYMN LV. Soma Pavamana.
1. POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,
And, Soma, all felicities.
2. As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice,
Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.
3. And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly.
4. As one who conquers, ne’er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,
Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.
HYMN LVI. Soma Pavamana.
1. SWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
2. When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred ever-active streams
To Indra’s friendship win theirway.
3. Ten Dames have sung to welcome thee, even as a maiden greets her love:
O Soma, thou art decked to win.
4. Flow hitherward, O Indu, sweet to Indra and to Visnu: guard
The men, the singers, from distress.
