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1. THOU, Soma,
hast a running stream, joyous, most strong at sacrifice:
Flow bounteously bestowing
wealth.
2 Effused as
cheerer of the men, flowing best gladdener, thou art
A Prince to Indra with thy
juice.
3 Poured forth
by pressing-stones, do thou with loud roar send us in a stream
Most excellent illustrious
might.
4 Indu, urged
forward, floweth through the fleecy cloth: the Tawny One
With his loud roar hath brought
as strength.
5 Indu, thou
flowest through the fleece, bringing felicities and fame,
And, Soma, spoil and wealth in
kine.
6 Hither, O
Indu, bring us wealth in steeds and cattle hundredfold:
Bring wealth, O Soma,
thousandfold.
7 In
purifying, through the sieve the rapid drops of'Soma juice
Come nigh to Indra in their
course.
8 For Indra
floweth excellent Indu, the noblest Soma juice
The Living for the Living One.
9 The
glittering maids send Sura forth they with their song have sung aloud
To Pavamana dropping meath.
10 May Pusan,
drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths
Bestow on us our share of
maids.
11 This Soma
flows like gladdening oil for him who wears the braided locks:
He shall give us our share of
maids.
12 This Soma
juice, O glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for thee:
He shall give us our share of
maids.
13 Flow
onward, Soma, in thy stream, begetter of the sages' speech:
Wealth-giver among Gods art
thou.
14 The Falcon
dips within the jars: he wrap.him in his robe and goes
Loud roaring to the vats of
wood.
15 Soma, thy
juice hath been effused and poured into the pitcher: like
A rapid hawk it rushes on.
16 For Indra
flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight.
17 They were
sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots that display their strength.
18 Brilliant,
best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vayu forth.
19 Bruised by
the press-stones and extolled, Soma, thou goest to the sieve,
Giving the worshipper hero
strength.
20 This juice bruised
by the pressing-stones and lauded passes through the sieve,
Slayer of demons, through the
fleece.
21 O Pavamana,
drive away the danger, whether near at hand
Or far remote, that finds me
here.
22 This day
may Pavamana cleanse us with his purifying power,
Most active purifying Priest.
23 O Agni,
with the cleansing light diffused through all thy fiery glow,
Purify thou this prayer of
ours.
24 Cleanse us
with thine own cleansing power, O Agni, that is bright with flame,
And by libations poured to
thee.
25 Savitar,
God, by both of these, libation, purifying power,
Purify me on every side.
26 Cleanse us,
God Savitar, with Three, O Soma, with sublimest forms,
Agni, with forms of power and
might.
27 May the
Gods' company make me clean, and Vasus make rue pure by song.
Purify me, ye General Gods; O
Jatavedas, make me pure.
28 Fill
thyself full of juice, flow forth, O Soma, thou with all thy stalks,
The best oblation to the Gods.
29 We with our
homage have approached the Friend who seeks our wondering praise,
Young, strengthener of the
solemn rite.
30 Lost is
Alayya's axe. O Soma, God do thou send it back hither in thy flow
Even, Soma, God, if 'twere a
mole.
31 The man who
reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,
Tastes food completely
purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's touch.
32 Whoever
reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,
Sarasvati draws forth for him
water and butter, milk and meath.
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