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1. MADE pure
by this man's urgent zeal and impulse the God hath to the Gods his juice
imparted.
He goes, effused and singing,
to the filter, like priest to measured seats supplied with cattle.
2 Robed in
fair raiment meet to wear in battle, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations.
Roll onward to the beakers as
they cleanse thee, far-seeing at the feast of Gods, and watchful.
3 Dear, he is
brightened on the fleecy summit, a Prince among us, nobler than the noble.
Roar out as thou art purified, run
forward. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.
4 Let us sing
praises to the Gods: sing loudly, send ye the Soma forth for mighty riches.
Let him flow,
sweetly-flavoured, through the filter, and let our pious one rest in the pitcher.
5 Winning the
friendship of the Deities, Indu flows in a thousand streams to make them
joyful.
Praised by the men after the
ancient statute, he hath come nigh, for our great bliss, to Indra.
6 Flow,
Gold-hued, cleansing thee, to enrich the singer: let thy juice go to Indra to
support him.
Come nigh, together with the
Gods, for bounty. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.
7 The God
declares the Deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming lofty wisdom.
With brilliant kin, far-ruling,
sanctifying, the Boar advances, singing, to the places.
8 The Swans,
the Vrsaganas from anear us have brought their restless spirit to our dwelling.
Friends come to Pavamana meet
for praises, and sound in concert their resistless music.
9 He follows
the Wide-strider's rapid movement: cows low, as 'twere, to him who sports at
pleasure.
He with the sharpened horns
brings forth abundance: the Silvery shines by night, by day the Golden.
10 Strong
Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, to make him
joyful.
He quells malignities and slays
the demons, the King of mighty power who brings us comfort.
11 Then in a stream
he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the
fleecy filter -
Indu rejoicing in the love of
Indra, the God who gladdens, for the God's enjoyment.
12 As he is
purified he pours out treasures, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices.
Indu hath, wearing qualities by
seasons, on the raised fleece engaged, the ten swift fingers.
13 The Red
Bull bellowing to the kine advances, causing the heavens and earth to roar and
tbunder.
Well is he beard like Indra's
shout in battle: letting this voice be known he hastens hither.
14 Swelling
with milk, abounding in sweet flavours, urging the meath-rich plant thou goest
onward.
Raising a shout thou flowest as
they cleanse thee, when thou, O Soma, art effused for Indra.
15 So flow
thou on inspiriting, for rapture, aiming deatb-shafts at him who stays the
waters,
Flow to us wearing thy
resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine, O Soma.
16 Pleased with
us, Indu, send us as thou flowest good easy paths in ample space and comforts.
Dispelling, as 'twere with a
club, misfortunes, run o'er the height, run o'er the fleecy summit.
17 Pour on us
rain celestial, quickly streaming, refreshing, fraught with health and ready
bounty.
Flow, Indu, send these Winds
thy lower kinsmen, setting them free like locks of hair unbraided.
18 Part, like
a knotted tangle, while they cleanse thee, O Soma, righteous and unrighteous
conduct.
Neigh like a tawny courser who
is loosened, come like a youth, O God, a house-possessor.
19 For the
God's service, for delight, O Indu, run o'er the height, run o'ver the fleecy
summit.
With thousand streams,
inviolate, sweet-scented, flow on for gain of strength that conquers heroes.
20 Without a
car, without a rein to guide them, unyoked, like coursers started in the
contest,
These brilliant drops of Soma
juice run forward. Do ye, O Deities, come nigh to drink them.
21 So for our
banquet of the Gods, O Indu, pour down the rain of heaven into the vessels.
May Soma grant us riches sought
with longing, mighty, exceeding strong, with store of heroes.
22 What time
the loving spirit's word had formed him Chief of all food, by statute of the
Highest,
Then loudly lowing came the
cows to Indu, the chosen, well-loved Master in the beaker.
23 The Sage,
Celestial, liberal, raining bounties, pours as he flows the Genuine for the
Truthful.
The King shall be effectual
strength's upholder: he by the ten bright reins is mostly guided.
24 He who
beholds mankind, made pure with filters, the King supreme of Deities and
mortals,
From days of old is
Treasure-Lord of riches: he, Indu, cherishes fair well-kept Order.
25 Haste, like
a steed, to vittory for glory, to Indra's and to Vayu's entertainment.
Give us food ample,
thousandfold: be, Soma, the finder-out of riches when they cleanse thee.
26 Effused by
us let God-delighting Somas bring as they flow a home with noble heroes.
Rich in all boons like priests
acquiring favour, the worshippers of heaven, the best of Cheerers.
27 So, God,
for service of the Gods flow onward, flow, drink of Gods, for ample food, O
Soma.
For we go forth to war against
the mighty make heaven and earth well stablished by thy cleansing.
28 Thou, yoked
by strong men, neighest like a courser, swifter than thought is, like an awful
lion.
By paths directed hitherward,
the straightest, send thou us happiness, Indu, while they cleanse thee.
29 Sprung from
the Gods, a hundred streams, a thousand, have been effused: sages prepare and
purge them.
Bring us from heaven the means
of winnning, Indu; thou art-forerunnner of abundant riches.
30 The streams
of days, were poured as 'twere from heaven: the wise King doth not treat his
friend unkindly.
Like a son following his
father's wishes, grant to this family success and safety.
31 Now are thy
streams poured forth with all their sweetness, when, purified. thou goest
through the filter.
The race of kine is thy gift,
Pavarridna: when born thou madest Surya rich with brightness.
32 Bright,
bellowing aiong the path of Order, thou shinest as the form of life eternal.
Thou flowest on as gladdening
drink for Indra, sending thy voice out with the hymns of sages.
33 Pouring out
streams at the Gods' feast with service, thou, Soma, lookest down, a heavenly
Eagle.
Enter the Soma-holding beaker,
Indu, and with a roar approach the ray of Sarya.
34 Three are
the voices that the Courser utters: he speaks the thought of prayer, the law of
Order.
To the Cow's Master come the
Cows inquiring: the hymns with eager longing come to Soma.
35 To Soma
come the Cows, the Milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with their hvmns
inquiring.
Soma, effused, is purified and
blended our hymns and Trstup songs unite in Soma.
36 Thus, Soma,
as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified flow for our welfare.
Pass into Indra with a mighty
roaring make the voice swell, and generate abundance.
37 Singer of
true songs, ever-watchful, Soma hath settled in the ladles when they cleanse
him.
Him the Adhvaryus, paired and
eager, follow, leaders of sacrifice and skilful-handed.
38 Cleansed
near the Sun as 'twere he as Creator hath filled full heaven and earth, and
hath disclosed them.
He by whose dear help men gain
all their wishes shall yield the precious meed as to a victor.
39 He, being
cleansed, the Strengthener and Increaser, Soma the Bounteous, helped us with
his lustre,
Wherewith our sires of old who
knew the footsteps found light and stole the cattle from the mountain.
40 In the
first vault of heaven loud roared the Ocean, King of all being, generating
creatures.
Steer, in the filter, on the
fleecy summit, Soma, the Drop effused, hath waxen mighty.
41 Soma the
Steer, in that as Child of Waters he chose the Gods, performed that great
achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted strength
to Indra; he, Indu, generated light in Surya.
42 Make Vayu
glad,, for furtherance and bounty: cheer Varuna and Mitra, as they cleanse
thee.
Gladden the Gods, gladden the
host of Maruts: make Heaven and Earth rejoice, O God, O Soma.
43 Flow onward
righteous slayer of the wicked, driving away our enemies and sickness,
Blending thy milk with milk
which cows afford us. We are thy friends, thou art the Friend of Indra.
44 Pour us a
fount of meath, a spring of treasure; send us a hero son and happy fortune.
Be sweet to India when they
cleanse thee, Indu, and pour down riches on us from the ocean.
45 Strong
Soma, pressed, like an impetuous courser, hath flowed in stream as a flood
speeding downward.
Cleansed, he hath settled in
his wooden dwelling: Indu hath flowed with milk and with the waters.
46 Strong,
wise, for thee who longest for his coming this Soma here flows to the bowls, O
Indra.
He, chariot-borne, sun-bright,
and truly potent, was poured forth like the longing of the pious.
47 He,
purified with ancient vital vigour, pervading all his Daughter's forms and
figures,
Finding his threefold refuge in
the waters, goes singing, as a priest, to the assemblies.
48 Now,
chariot-borne, flow unto us, God Soma, as thou art purified flow to the
saucers,
Sweetest in waters, rich in
meath, and holy, as Savitar the God is, truthfulminded.
49 To feast
him, flow mid song and hymn, to Vayu, flow purified to Varuna and Mitra.
Flow to the song-inspiring car-borne
Hero, to mighty Indra, him who wields the thunder.
50 Pour on us
garments that shall clothe us meetly, send, purified, miIch-kine, abundant
yielders.
God Soma, send us
chariot-drawing horses that they may bring us treasures bright and golden.
51 Send to us
in a stream celestial riches, send us, when thou art cleansed, what earth
containeth,
So that thereby we may acquire
possessions and Rsihood in Jamadagni's manner.
52 Pour forth
this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake, O Indu.
Here, too, the Ruddy,
wind-swift, full of wisdom, Shall give a son to him who cometh quickly.
53 Flow on for
us with this purification to the famed ford of thee whose due is glory.
May the Foe-queller shake us
down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand treasures.
54 Eagerly do
we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and Prsana, wrought in battle.
He sent our enemies to sleep and
slew thern, and turned away the foolish and unfriendly.
55 Thou comest
unto three extended filters, and hasteriest through each one as they cleanse
thee.
Thou art the giver of the gift,
a Bhaga, a Maghavan for liberal lords, O Indu.
56 This Soma
here, the Wise, the All-obtainer, flows on his way as King of all existence.
Driving the drops at our
assemblies, Indu completely traverses the fleecy filter.
57 The Great
Inviolate are kissing Indu, and singing in his place like eager sages.
The wise men send him forth
with ten swift fingers, and balm his form with essence of the waters.
58 Soma, may
we, with thee as Pavamana, pile up together all our spoil in battle.
This boon vouchsafe us Varuna
and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.
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