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1. FLOW
onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delight
Battered the nine-and-ninety
down,
2 Smote
swiftly forts, and gambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga,
For pious Divodasa's sake.
3 Finder of
horses, pour on us horses and
wealth in kine and gold,
And, Indu, food in boundless
store.
4 We seek to
win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er
The limit of the cleansing
sieve.
5 With those
same waves which in their stream oyerflow the purifying sieve,
Soma; be gracious unto us.
6 O Soma,
being purified, bring us from all sides,-for thou canst, -
Riches and food with hero sons.
7 Him here,
the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify
With the Adityas is he seen.
8 With Indra
and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with,the beams
Of Surya to the cleansing
sieve.
9 Flow rich in
sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pusan flow
For Mitra and for Varuna.
10 High is thy
juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained
Strong sheltering power and
great renown.
11 Striving to
win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man,
Yea, all the glories of
mankind.
12 Finder of
room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
For Varuna and the Marut host.
13 The Gods
have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
The active crusher of the foe.
14 Even as
mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him,
Yea, him who winneth Indra's
heart.
15 Soma, pour
blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk
Increase the sea that merits
laud.
16 From heaven
hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and
The lofty light of all mankind.
17 The
gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, of Pavamana, King!
Flows o'er the woollen
straining-cloth.
18 Thy juice,
O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill,
Like lustre, all heaven's
light, to see.
19 Flow onward
with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight,
Slaying the wicked, dear to
Gods.
20 Killing the
foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day,
Gainer art thou of steeds and
kine.
21 Red-hued,
be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,
Falcon-like resting in thine
home.
22 Flow onward
thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vrtra who
Compassed and stayed the mighty
floods.
23 Soma who
rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons:
Strengthen, as thou art
cleansed, our hymns.
24 Aided by
thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war:
Watch, Soma, at our solemn
rites.
25 Chasing our
foemen, driving off the godless, Soma flowcth on,
Going to Indra's special place.
26 O Pavamana,
hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes:
O Indu, grant heroic fame.
27 A hundred
obstacles have ne'er checked
thee when fain to give thy
boons,
When, being cleansed, thou
combatest.
28 Indu, flow
on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:
Drive all our enemies away.
29 Indu, in
this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we
Subdue all those who war with
us.
30 Those awful
weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down -
Guard us therewith from every
foe.
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