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1. FOR holy
lore of every sort, flow onward thou whom all men love.
A Friend to be besought by
friends.
2 O'er all
thou rulest with these Two which, Soma Pavamana, stand,
Turned, as thy stations,
hitherward.
3 Wise Soma
Pavamana, thou encompassest on every side
Thy stations as the seasons
come.
4 Flow onward,
generating food, for precious boons of every kind,
A Friend for friends, to be our
help.
5 Upon the
lofty ridge of heaven thy bright rays with their essences,
Soma, spread purifying power.
6 O Soma, these
Seven Rivers flow, as being thine, to give command:
The Streams of milk run forth
to thee.
7 Flow onward,
Soma in a stream, effused to gladden Indra's heart,
Bringing imperishable fame.
8 Driving thee
in Vivasvan's course, the Seven Sisters with their hymns
Made melody round thee the
Sage.
9 The virgins
deck thee o'er fresh streams to drive thee to the sieve when thou,
A singer, bathest in the wood.
10 The streams
of Pavamana, thine, Sage, Mighty One, have pouredthem forth.
Like coursers eager for renown.
11 They have
been poured upon the fleece towards the meath-distilling vat:
The holy songs have sounded
forth.
12 Like
milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached the lake,
Have reached the place of
sacrifice.
13 O Indu, to
our great delight the running waters flow to us,
When thou wilt robe thyself in
milk.
14 In this thy
friendship, and with thee to help us, fain to sacrifice,
Indu, we crave thy friendly
love.
15 Flow on, O
Soma, for the great Viewer of men, for gain of Idne
Enter thou into Indra's throat.
16 Best art
thou, Soma, of the great, Strongest of strong ones, Indu: thou
As Warrior ever hast prevailed.
17 Mightier
even than the strong, more valiant even than the brave,
More libpral than the
bountiful,
18 Soma, as
Sura, bring us food, win offspring of our bodies: we
Elect thee for our friendship,
we elect thee for companionship.
19 Agni, thou
pourest life; send down upon us food and vigorous strength;
Drive thou misfortune far away,
20 Agni is
Pavamana, Sage, Chief Priest of all the Races Five:
To him whose wealth is great we
pray.
21 Skilled in
thy task, O Agni, pour splendour with hero strength on us,
Granting me wealth that
nourishes.
22 Beyond his
enemies away to sweet praise Pavamana flows,
Like Surya visible to all.
23 Adorned by
living men, set forth for entertainment, rich in food,
Far-sighted Indu is a Steed.
24 He,
Pavamana, hath produced the lofty Law, the brilliant light,
Destroying darkness black of
hue.
25 From tawny
Pavamana, the Destroyer, radiant streams have sprung,
Quick streams from him whose
gleams are swift.
26 Best rider
of the chariot, praised with fairest praise mid beauteous ones,
Gold-gleaming with the Marut
host,
27 May
Pavamana, best to win the booty, penetrate with rays,
Giving the singer hero
strength.
28 Over the
fleecy sieve hath flowed the drop effused: to Indra comes
Indu while he is purified
29 This Soma,
through the pressing-stones, is sporting on the oxhide, and
Summoning Indra to the draught.
30 O Pavamana,
bless us, so that we may live, with that bright milk
Of thine which hath been
brought from heaven.
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