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1. BORN like a
youngling he hath clamoured in the wood, when he, the Red, the Strong, would
win the light of heaven.
He comes with heavenly seed
that makes the water swell: him for wide-spreading shelter we implore with
prayer.
2 A
far-extended pillar that supports the sky the Soma-stalk, filled full, moves
itself every way.
He shall bring both these great
worlds while the rite proceeds: the Sage holds these who move! together and all
food.
3 Wide space
hath he who follows Aditi's right path, and mighty, well-made food, meath blent
with Soma juice;
He who from hence commands the
rain, Steer of the kine, Leader of floods, who helps us hence, who claims our
laud.
4 Butter and
milk are drawn from animated cloud; thence Amrta is produced, centre of
sacrifice.
Hini the Most Bounteous Ones,
ever united, love; him as ouir Friend the Men who make all swell rain down.
5 The
Soma-stalk hath roared, following with the wave: he swells with sap for man the
skin which Gods enjoy.
Upon the lap of Aditi he lays
the germ, by means whereof we gain children and progeny.
6 In the third
region which distils a thousand streams, may the Exhaustless Ones descend with
procreant power.
The kindred Four have been sent
downward from the heavens: dropping with oil they bring Amrta and sacred gifts.
7 Soma assumes
white colour when he strives to gain: the bounteous Asura knows full many a
precious boon.
Down the steep slope, through
song, he comes to sacrifice, and he will burst the water-holding cask of
heaven,
8 Yea, to the shining
milk-anointed beaker, as to his goal, hath stepped the conquering Courser.
Pious-souled men have sent
their giffi of cattle unto Kaksivan of the hundred winters.
9 Soma, thy
juice when thou art blended with the streams, flows, Pavamana, through the long
wool of the sheep.
So, cleansed by sages. O best
giver of delight, grow sweet for Indra, Pavamana! for his drink.
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