HYMN XXXII. Soma Pavamana.
1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have
Flowed forth to glorify our prince.
2. Then Trita’s Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.
3. Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:
He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
4. O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer
Set in the place of sacrifice.
5. The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
He came as to a settled race.
6. Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,
Glory, intelligence, and wealth.
HYMN XXXIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed
Onward, as buffaloes to woods.
2. With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store
Of kine into the wooden vats.
3. To Indra, Vayu, Varuna, to Visnu, and the Maruts, flow
The drops of Soma juice effused.
4. Three several words are uttered: kine are ]owing, cows who give their milk:
The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
5. The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise:
They decorate the Child of Heaven.
6. From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas
Filled full of riches thousandfold.
HYMN XXXIV. Some Pavamana.
1. THE drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled.
Rending strong places with its might.
2. Poured forth to Indra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts,
To Visnu, flows the Soma juice.
3. With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong:
They milk the liquor out with skill.
4. ‘Tis he whom Trita must refine, ’tis he who shall make Indra glad:
The Tawny One is decked with tints.
5. Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling-place of sacrifice,
Oblation lovely and most dear.
6. To him in one unitcd stream th-,se songs flow on straight forward. he,
Loud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.
HYMN XXXV. Soma Pavamana.
1. Pour forth on us abundant wealth, O Pavamana, with thy stream.
Wherewith thou mayest find us light
2. O Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow thou on,
Bearer of wealth to us with might.
3. With thee for Hero, Valiant One! may we subdue our enemies:
Let what is precious flow to us.
4. Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power,
Discovering holy works and means.
5. Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purified
Soma, the Guardian of the folk;
6. On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi as he is purified.
The people all have set their hearts.
HYMN XXXVI. Soma Pavamana.
1. FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve:
The Steed steps forward to the goal.
2. Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve,
Turned to the vat that drops with meath.
3. Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us.
Speed us to mental power and skill.
4. He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned,
Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth.
5. May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament
Upon the liberal worshipper.
6. Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine,
And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!
HYMN XXXVII. Soma Pavamana.
1. SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
2. Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent,
Bellowing, to his place of rest.
3. This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,
Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.
4. This Payamana up above Trita’s high ridge hath made the Sun,
Together with the Sisters, shine.
5. This Vrtra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne’er deceived,
Hath gone, as ’twere, to win the spoil.
6. Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood,
Indu to Indra willingly.
HYMN XXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes
To war that wins a thousand spoils.
2. The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One
Indu to Indra for his drink.
3. Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright
And beauteous for the gladdening draught.
4. He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.
Speeding like lover to his love.
5. This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,
This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.
6. Poured for the draught, this tawny juice
flows forth, intelligent, crying out,
Unto the well-beloved place.
HYMN XXXIX Soma Pavamana.
1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
2. Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
Make thou the rain descend from heaven.
3. With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve,
Far-seeing, sending forth its light.
4. This is it which in rapid course hath with the river’s wave flowed down
From heaven upon the straining cloth.
5. Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath.
6. In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
Sit in the place of sacrifice.
HYMN XL. Soma Pavamana.
1. THE Very Active hath assailed, while purified, all enemies:
They deck the Sage with holy songs.
2. The Red hath mounted to his place; to India, goes the mighty juice:
He settles in his firm abode.
3. O Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side, Pour on us treasures thousandfold.
4. O Soma Pavamana, bring, Indu, all splcndours hitherward:
Find for us food in boundless store.
5. As thou art cleansed, bring hero strength and riches to thy worshipper,
And prosper thou the singer’s hymns.
6. O Indu, Soma, being cleansed, bring hither riches doublypiled,
Wealth, mighty Indu, meet for lauds.
HYMN XLI. Soma Pavamana.
1. ACTIVE and bright have they come forth, impetuous in speed like bulls,
Driving the black skin far away.
2. Quelling the riteless Dasyu, may we think upon the bridge of bliss,
Leaving the bridge of woe behind.
3. The mighty Pavamana’s roar is heard as ’twere the rush of rain
Lightnings are flashing to the sky.
4. Pour out on us abundant food, when thou art pressed, O Indu wealth
In kine and gold and steeds and spoil.
5. Flow on thy way, Most Active, thou. fill full the mighty heavens and earth,
As Dawn, as Surya with his beams.
6. On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream,
As Rasa flows around the world.
HYMN XLII. Soma Pavamana.
1. ENGENDERING the Sun in floods, engendering heaven’s lights, green-hued,
Robed in the waters and the milk,
2. According to primeval plan this Soma, with his stream, effused
Flows purely on, a God for Gods.
3. For him victorious, waxen great, the juices with a thousand powers
Are purified for winning spoil.
4. Shedding the ancient fluid he is poured into the cleansing sieve:
He, thundering, hath produced the Gods.
5. Soma, while purifying, sends hither all things to be desired,
He sends the Gods who strengthen Law.
6. Soma, effused, pour on us wealth in kine, in heroes, steeds, and spoil,
Send us abundant store of food.
HYMN XLIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. WE will enrobe with sacred song the Lovely One who, as a Steed,
Is decked with milk for rapturous joy.
2. All songs of ours desiring grace adorn him in the ancient way,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.
3. Soma flows on when purified, beloved and adorned with songs,
Songs of the sage Medhyatithi.
4. O Soma Pavamana, find exceeding glorious wealth for us,
Wealth, Indu, fraught with boundless might.
5. Like courser racing to the prize Indu, the lover of the Gods,
Roars, as he passes, in the sieve.
6. Flow on thy way to win us strength, to speed the sage who praises thee:
Soma, bestow heroic power.
HYMN XLIV. Soma Pavamana.
1. INDU, to us for this great rite, bearing as ’twere thy wave to Gods,
Unwearied, thou art flowing forQh.
2. Pleased with the hymn, impelled by prayer, Soma is hurried far away,
The Wise One in the Singer’s stream.,
3. Watchful among the. gods, this juice advances to the cleansing sieve
Soma, most active, travels on.
4. Flow onward, seeking strength for us, embellishing the sacrifice:
The priest with trimmed grass calleth thee.
5. May Soma, ever bringing power to Bhaga and to Vayu, Sage
And Hero, lead us to the Gods.
6. So, to increase our wealth to-day, Inspirer, best of Furtherers,
Win for us strength and high renown.
