HYMN C. Soma Pavamana.
I. THE Guileless Ones are singing praise to Indra’s well beloved Friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.
2. O Indu, while they cleanse thee bring, O Soma, doubly-waxing wealth
Thou in the worshipper’s abode causest all treasures to increase.
3. Set free the. song which mind hath yoked, even as thunder frees the rain:
All treasures of the earth and heaven, O Soma, thou dost multiply.
4. Thy stream when thou art pressed runs on like some victorious warrior’s steed
Hastening onward through the fleece like a fierce horse who wins the prize.
5. Flow on, Sage Soma, with thy stream to give us mental power and strength,
Effused for Indra, for his drink, for Mitra and for Varuna.
6. Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, best winner, thou, of spoil,
O Soma, as most rich in sweets for Indra, Visnu, and the Gods.
7. The mothers, void of guiles, caress thee Golden-coloured, in the sieve,
As cows, O Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.
8. Thou, Pavamana, movest on with wondrous rays to great renown.
Striving within the votary’s house thou drivest all the glooms away.
9. Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth.
Thou, Pavamana hast assumed thy coat of mail in majesty.
HYMN CI. Soma Pavamana
1. FOR first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink,
Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away.
2. He who with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hitherward,
Indu, is like an able steed.
3. The men with all-pervading song send unassailable Soma forth,
By pressing-stones, to sacrifice.
4. The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined, flow,
Effused, the source of Indra’s joy: may your strong juices reach the Gods.
5. Indu flows on for Indra’s sake: thus have the Deities declared.
The Lord of Speech exerts himself, Ruler of all, because of might.
6. Inciter of the voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean flows,
Even Soma, Lord of opulence, the Friend of Indra, day by day.
7. As Pusan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.
He, Lord of the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
8. The dear cows lowed in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink.
The drops as they were purified, the Soma juices, made then paths.
9. O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed,
Which the Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence.
10. For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of our weal,
Effused as friends without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light.
11. Effused by means of pressing-stones, upon the ox-hide visible,
They, treasure-finders, have announced food unto us from every side.
12. Tlese Soma juices, skilled in song, purified, blent with milk and curd,
When moving and when firmly laid in oil, resemble lovely Suns.
13. Let not the power of men restrain the voice of the outpouring juice:
As Bhrgu’s sons chased Makha, so drive ye the greedy hound away.
14. The Friend hath wrapped him in his robe, as in his parents arms, a son.
He went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like.
15. That Hero who produces strength, he who hath propped both worlds apart,
Gold-hued, hath wrapped him in the sieve, to settle, priest-like, in his place.
16. Soma upon the ox’s skin through the sheep’s wool flows purified.
Bellowing out, the Tawny Steer goes on to Indra’s special place.
HYMN CIL Soma Pavamana.
1. THE Child, when blended with the streams, speeding the plan of sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.
2. The place, near the two pressing-stones of Trita, hath he occupied,
Secret and dear through seven lights of sacrifice.
3. Urge to three courses, on the heights of Trita, riches in a stream.
He who is passing wise measures his courses out.
4. Even at his birth the Mothers Seven taught him, for glory, like a sage,
So that he, firm and sure, hath set his mind on wealth.
5. Under his sway, of one accord, are all the guileless Deities:
Warriors to be envied, they, when they are pleased.
6. The Babe whom they who strengthen Law have generated fair to see,
Much longed for at the sacrifice, most liberal Sage,-
7. To him, united, of themselves, come the young Parents of the rite,
When they adorn him, duly weaving sacrifice.
8. With wisdom and with radiant eyes unbar to us the stall of heaven,
Speeding at solemn rite the plan of Holy Law.
HYMN CIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. To Soma who is purified as ordering Priest the song is raised:
Bring meed, as ’twere, to one who makes thee glad with hymns.
2. Blended with milk and curds he flows on through the long wool of the sheep.
The Gold-hued, purified, makes him three seats for rest.
3. On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows:
The Rsis’ sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.
4. Shared by all Gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns,
Golden-hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls.
5. After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go,
As a Priest purified by priests, Immortal One.
6. Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a God effused for Deities.
The penetrating Pavamana flows along.
HYMN CIV. Soma Pavamana.
1. SIT down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites.
2. Unite him bringing household wealth, even as a calf, with mother kine,
Him who hath double strength, the God, delighting juice.
3. Purify him who gives us power, that he, most Blessed One, may be
A banquet for the Troop, Mitra, and Varuna.
4. Voices have sung aloud to thee as finderout of wealth for us:
We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.
5. Thou, Indu, art the food of Gods, O Sovran of all gladdening drinks:
As Friend for friend, be thou best finder of success.
6. Drive utterly away from us each demon, each voracious fiend,
The godless and the false: keep sorrow far away.
HYMN CV. Soma Pavamana
1. SING; ye aloud, O friends, to him who makes him pure for gladdening drink:
They shall make sweet the Child with sacrifice and laud.
2. Like as a calf with mother cows, so Indu is urged forth and sent,
Glorified by our hymns, the God-delighting juice.
3. Effectual means of power is he, he is a banquet for the Troop,
He who hath been effused, most rich in meath, for Gods.
4. Flow to us, Indu, passing, strong, effused, with wealth of kine and steeds:
I will spread forth above the milk thy radiant hue.
5. Lord of the tawny, Indu thou who art the God’s most special food,
As Friend to friend, for splendour be thou good to men.
6. Drive utterly, far away from us each godless, each voracious foe.
O Indu, overcome and drive the false afar.
HYMN CVI. Soma Pavamana.
1. To Indra, to the Mighty Steer, may these gold-coloured juices go,
Drops rapidly produced, that find the light of heaven.
2. Effused, this juice victorious flows for Indra, for his maintenance.
Soma bethinks him of the Conqueror, as he knows.
3. May Indra in his raptures gain from him the grasp that gathers spoil,
And, winning waters, wield the steerstrong thunderbolt.
4. Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou on:
Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven.
5. Do thou, all-beautiful, purify for Indra’s sake the mighty juice,
Path-maker thou, far seeing, with a thousand ways.
6. Best finder of prosperity for us, most rich in sweets for Gods,
Proceed thou loudly roaring on a thousand paths.
7. O Indu, with thy streams, in might, flow for the banquet of the Gods:
Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy place.
8. Thy drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight:
The Gods have drunk thee up for immortality.
9. Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified,
Pouring down rain from heaven in hoods, and finding light.
10. Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,
Shouting while purified before the voice of song.
11. With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood, above the fleece:
Our psalms have glorified him of the triple height.
12. Into the jars hath he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war,
And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.
13. Gold-hued and lovely in his course, througb tangles of the wool he flows,
And pours heroic fame upon the worshippers.
14. Flow thus, a faithful votary: the streams of meath have been effused.
Thou comest to the filter, singing, from each side.
