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forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host
rejoices.
Soma endues his robes of
lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on Indra.
2 Men decked
with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage.
The Friend of Indra mounts his
car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the prayer we offer.
3 O God, for
service of the Gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's drink, O Soma.
Making the floods, bedewing
earth and heaven, come from the vast, comfort us while we cleanse thee
4 Flow for
prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection.
This is the wish of these
friends assembled: this is my wish, O Soma Pavamana.
5 Father of
holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven:
Father of Agni, Surya's
generator, the Father who begat Indra and Visnu.
6 Brahman of
Gods, the Leader of the poets, Rsi of sages, Bull of savage creatures,
Falcon amid the vultures, Axe
of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma singing.
7 He, Soma
Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises.
Beholding these inferior powers
in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer well-knowing.
8 As Gladdener,
Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and
vigour.
As thoughtful Pavamana, urge O
Indu, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on to Indra.
9 Dear,
grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to delight
him.
With hundred powers, with
thousand currents, Indu, like a strong car-horse, goes to the assembly.
10 Born in old
time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in
waters,
Warding off curses, King of all
existence, he shall find way for prayer the while they cleanse him.
11 For our
sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties.
Fighting unvanquished, open the
enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds and heroes.
12 As thou
didst flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in oblations,
Even thus flow onward now
conferring riches: combine with Indra, and bring forth thy weapons.
13 Flow
onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit.
Settle in vessels that are full
of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra.
14 Pour,
hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the Gods' banquet, Pour the
rain of heaven,
While thou with rivers roarest
in the beaker, and blent with milk prolongest our existence.
15 Purified
with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger,
Like fresh milk poured by
Aditi, like passage in ample room, or like a docile car-horse.
16 Cleansed by
the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name thou
bearest.
Pour booty, like a horse, for
love of glory God, Soma, send us kine, and send us Vayu.
17 They deck
him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop adorn the
Car-horse.
By songs a Poet and a Sage by
wisdom, Soma joes singing through the cleansing filter.
18 Light-winner,
Rsi-mindcd, Rsi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages,
A Steer who strives to gain his
third form, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a Singer.
19 Hawk seated
in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons,
Following close the sea, the
wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth form and declares it.
20 Like a fair
youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches,
A steer to herds, so, flowing
to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed into the beakers.
21 Flow on
with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter.
Enter the beakers sporting, as they
cleanse thee, and let thy gladdening juice make Indra joyful.
22 His streams
have been effused in all their fulness, and he hath entered, balmed with milk,
the goblets.
Singing his psalm, well-skilled
in song, a Chanter, be comes as 'twere to his friend's sister roaring.
23 Chasing our
foes thou comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his darling.
As a bird flies and settles in
the forest, thus Soma settles, purified, in goblets.
24 With full
stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse
thee.
He, gold-hued, rich in boons,
brought to the waters, hath roared within the goblet of the pious.
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