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1. THESE rapid
Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying sieve
To bring us all felicities.
2 Dispelling
manifold mishap, giving the courser's progeny,
Yea, and the warrior steed,
success.
3 Bringing
prosperity to kine, they make perpetual Ila flow
To us for noble eulogy.
4 Strong,
mountain-born, the stalk hath been
pressed in the streams for
rapturous joy:
Hawk-like he settles in his
home.
5 Fair is the
God-loved juice; the plant is washed in waters, pressed by men
The milch-kine sweeten it with
milk.
6 As drivers
deck a courser, so have they adorned the meath's juice for
Ambrosia, for the festival.
7 Thou, Indu,
with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for
help,
Hast settled in the cleansing
sieve.
8 So flow thou
onward through the fleece, for Indra flow, to be his drink,
Finding thine home in vats of
wood.
9 As giving
room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk,
O Indu, for the Angirases.
10 Most active
and benevolent, this Pavamana, sent to us
For lofty friendship,
meditates.
11 Queller of
curses, mighty, with strong sway, this Pavamana shall
Bring treasures to the
worshipper.
12 Pour thou
upon us thousandfold possessions, both of kine and steeds,
Exceeding glorious,
much-desired.
13 Wandering
far, with wise designs, the juice here present is effused,
Made beautiful by living men.
14 For Indra
flows the gladdening drink, the measurer of the region, Sage,
With countless wealth and
endless help.
15 Born on the
inountain, lauded here, Indu for Indra is set down,
As in her sheltering nest a
bird.
16 Pressed by
the men, as 'twere to war hath Soma Pavamana sped,
To test with might within the
vats.
17 That he may
move, they yoke him to the three-backed triple-seated car
By the Seven Rsis' holy songs.
18 Drive ye
that Tawny Courser, O ye pressers, on his way to war,
Swift Steed who carries off the
spoil.
19 Pouring all
glories hither, he, effused and entering the jar,
Stands like a hero mid the
kine.
20 Indu, the
living men milk out the juice to make the rapturous draught:
Gods for the Gods milk out the
meath.
21 Pour for
the Gods into the sieve our Soma very rich in sweets,
Him whom the Gods most gladly
hear.
22 Into his
stream who gladdens best these Soma juices have been poured,
Lauded with songs for lofty
fame.
23 Thou
flowest to enjoy the milk, and bringest valour, being cleansed:
Winning the spoil flow
hitherward.
24 And, hymned
by Jamadagnis, let all nourishment that kine supply,
And general praises, flow to
us.
25 Soma, as
leader of the song flow onward with thy wondrous aids,
For holy lore of every kind.
26 Do thou as
leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea,
Flow onward, thou who movest
all.
27 O Soma, O
thou Sage, these worlds stand ready to attest thy might:
For thy behoof the rivers flow.
28 Like
showers of rain that fall from heaven thy streams perpetually flow
To the bright fleece spread
under them.
29 For potent
Indra purify Indu effectual and strong,
Enjoyment-giver, Mighty Lord.
30 Soma, true,
Pavamana, Sage, is seated in the cleansing sieve,
Giving his praiser hero
strength.
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