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1. THE,
glittering maids send Sura forth, the glorious sisters, close-allied,
Send Indu forth, their mighty
Lord.
2 Pervade, O
Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light,
God, coming hither from the
Gods.
3 Pour on us,
Pavamana, rain, as service and rain praise for Gods:
Pour all to be our nourishment.
4 Thou art a
Steer by lustre: we, O Pavamana, faithfully
Call upon thee the Splendid
One.
5 Do thou,
rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength:
O Indu, come thou bitherward.
6 When thou
art cleansed with both the hands and dipped in waters, with the wood.
Thou comest to the
gathering-place.
7 Sing forth
your songs, as Vyasva sang, to Soma Pavamana, to,
The Mighty One with thousand
eyes;
8 Whose
coloured sap they drive with stones, the yellow meath-distilling juice,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.
9 We seek to gain
the friendly love of thee that Strong and Mighty One,
Of thee the winner of all
wealth.
10 Flow onward
with thy stream, a Steer, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord,
Winning all riches by thy
might.
11 I send thee
forth to battle from the press, O Pavamana, Strong,
Sustainer, looker on the light.
12
Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawny-coloured, with thy stream
Incite to battle thine ally.
13 O Indu,
visible to all pour out for us abundant food:
Soma, be thou our prosperer.
14 The
pitchers, Indu, with thy streams have sung aloud in vigorous might
Enter them, and let Indra
drink.
15 O thou
whose potent gladdening juice they milk out with the stones, flow on,
Destroyer of our enemies.
16 King
Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf,
To travel through the
firmament.
17 Bring us, O
Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds,
The gift of fortune for our
help.
18 Pressed for
the banquet of the Gods, O Soma, bring us might, and speed,
Like beauty for a brilliant
show.
19 Soma, flow
on exceeding bright with loud roar to the wooden vats,
Falcon-like resting in thine
home.
20 Soma, the
Water-winner flows to Indra, Vayu, Varuna,
To Visnu and the Marut host.
21 Soma ,
bestowing food upon our progeny, from every sides,
Pour on us riches thousandfold
22 The Soma
juices which have been expressed afar or near at hand,
Or there on Saryanavan's bank,
23 Those
pressed among Arjikas, pressed among the active, in men's homes,
Or pressed among the Races Five
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24 May these
celestial drops, expressed, pour forth upon us, as they flow,
Rain from the heavens apd hero
strength.
25 Urged
forward o'er the ox-hide flows the Lovely One of tawny hue,
Lauded by Jamadagni's song.
26 Like horses
urged to speed, the drops, bright, stirring vital power, when blent
With milk, are beautified in
streams.
27 So they who
toil with juices send thee forward for the Gods' repast:
So with this splendour flow
thou on.
28 We choose
to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the Strong, that brings us bliss,
The Guardian, the desire of
all,
29 The
Excellent, the Gladdener, the Sage with heart that understands,
The Guardian, the desire of
all;
30 Who for
ourselves, O thou Most Wise, is wealth and fair intelligence,
The Guardian, the desire of
all.
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