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1. ENKINDLED,
Pavamana, Lord, sends forth his light on, every side
In friendly show, the bellowing
Bull.
2 He, Pavamana,
Self-produced, speeds onward sharpening his horns:
He glitters through the
firmament.
3 Brilliant
like wealth, adorable, with splendour Pavamana shines,
Mightily with the streams of
meath.
4 The tawny
Pavamana, who strews from of old the grass with might,
Is worshipped, God amid the
Gods.
5 The golden,
the Celestial Doors are lifted with their frames on high,
By Pavamana glorified.
6 With passion
Pavamana longs for the great lofty pair, well-formed
Like beauteous maidens, Night
and Dawn
7 Both Gods
who look on men I call, Celestial Heralds: Indra's Self
Is Pavamana, yea, the Bull.
8 This,
Pavamana's sacrifice, shall the three beauteous Goddesses,
Sarasvati and Bharati and Ila,
Mighty One, attend.
9 1 summon
Tvastar hither, our protector, champion, earliest-born,
Indu is Indra, tawny Steer;
Pavamana is Prajapati.
10 O Pavamana,
with the meath in streams anoint Vanaspati,
The ever-green. the
golden-hued, refulgent, with a thousand boughs.
11 Come to the
consecrating rite of Pavamana, all ye Gods, -
Vayu, Surya, Brhaspati, Indra,
and Agni, in accord.
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