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1. THY
gladdening draughts, O Pavamana, urged by song flow swiftly of themselves like
sons of fleet-foot mares.
The drops of Soma juice, those
eagles of the heavens, most cheering, rich in meath, rest in the reservoir.
2 As rapid
chariot-steeds, so turned in several ways have thine exhilarating juices darted
forth,
Soma-drops rich in meath,
waves, to the Thunder-armed, to Indra, like milch-kine who seek their calf with
milk.
3 Like a steed
urged to battle, finder of the light; speed onward to the cloud-born reservoir
of heaven,
A Steer that o'er the woolly
surface seeks the sieve, Soma while purified for Indra's nourishment.
4 Fleet as
swift steeds, thy drops, divine, thought-swift, have been, O Pavamana, poured
with milk into the vat.
The Rsis have poured in
continuous Soma drops, ordainers who adorn thee, Friend whom Rsis love.
5 O thou who
seest all things, Sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass all
abodes.
Pervading with thy natural
powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's Lord, O Soma, thou art King.
6 The beams of
Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven, his ensigns who is ever steadfast, travel
round.
When on the sieve the
Golden-hued is cleansed, he rests within the vats as one who seats him in his
place.
7 Served with fair
rites he flows, ensign of sacrifice: Soma advances to the special place of
Gods.
He speeds with thousand
currents to the reservoir, and passes through the filter bellowing as a bull.
8 The Sovran
dips him in the seain and the streams, and set in rivers with the waters' wave
moves on.
High heaven's Sustainer at the
central point of earth, raised on the fleecy surface Pavamana stands.
9 He on whose high
decree the heavens and earth depend nath roared and thundered like the summit
of the sky.
Soma flows on obtaining Indra's
friendly love, and, as they purify him, settles in the jars.
10 He, light
of sacrifice distils delicious meath, most wealthy, Father and begetter of the
Gods.
He, gladdening, best of
Cheerers, juice!hat Indra loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and
heaven.
11 The
vigorous and far-seeing one, the Lord of heaven, flows, shouting to the beaker,
with his thousand streams.
Coloured like gold he rests in
seats where Mitra dwells, the Steer made beautiful by rivers and by sheep.
12 In
forefront of the rivers Pavamana speeds, in forefront of the hymn, foremost
among the kine.
He shares the mighty booty in
the van of war: the well-armed Steer is purified by worshippers.
13 This
heedful Pavamana, like a bird sent forth, hath with his wave flowed onward to
the fleecy sieve.
O Indra, through thy wisdom, b
thy thought, O Sage, Soma flows bright and pure between the earth and heaven.
14 He, clad in
mail that reaches heaven, the Holy One, filling the firmament stationed amid
the worlds,
Knowing. the realm of light,
hath come to us in rain: he summons to himself his own primeval Sire.
15 He who was
first of all to penetrate his form bestowed upon his race wide shelter and
defence.
From that high station which he
hath in loftiest heaven he comes victorious to all encounters here.
16 Indu hath
started for Indra's special place and slights not as a Friend the promise of
his Friend.
Soma speeds onward like a youth
to youtlitial maids, and gains the beaker by a course of bundred paths.
17 Your songs,
exhilarating, tuneful, uttering praise, are come into the placns where the
people meet.
Worshippers have exalted Soma
with their hymns, and milch kine have come near to meet him with their milk.
18 O Soma,
Indu, while they cleanse thee, pour on us accumulateds Plentiful, nutritious
food,
Which, ceaseless, thrice a day
shall yield us hero power enriched with store of nourishment, and strength, and
Meath.
19 Far-seeing
Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the Furtherer of day, of morning, and
of heaven.
Mixt with the streams he caused
the beakers to resound, and with the singers' aid they entered Indra's heart.
20 On, with
the prudent singers, flows the ancient Sage and guided by the men hath roared
about the vats.
Producing Trita's name, may he
pour forth the meath, that Vayu and that Indra may become his Friends.
21 He, being
purified, hath made the Mornings shine: this, even this is he who gave the
rivers room.
He made the Three Times Seven
pour out the milky flow: Soma, the Cheerer, yields whate'er the heart finds
sweet.
22 Flow,
onward, Soma, in thine own celestial forms, flow, Indu, poured within the
beaker and the sieve.
Sinking into the throat of
Indra with a roar, led by the men thou madest Surya mount to heaven.
23 Pressed out
with stones thou flowest onward to the sieve, O Indu, entering the depths of
Indra's throat.
Far-sighted Soma, now thou lookest
on mankind: thou didst unbar the cowstall for the Angirases.
24 In thee, O
Soma, while thou purifitedst thee, high-thoughted sages, seeking favour, have
rejoiced.
Down from the heavens the
Falcon brought thee hitherward, even thee, O Indu, thee whom all our hymns
adorn.
25 Seven
Milch-kine glorify the Tawny-coloured One while with his wave in wool he
purifies himself.
The living men, the mighty,
have impelled the Sage into the waters' lap, the place of sacrifice.
26 Indu,
attaining purity, plunges through the foe, making Ilis ways all easy for the
pious man.
Making the kine his mantle, he,
the lovely Sage, runs like a sporting courser onward through the fleece.
27 The
ceaseless watery fountains with their hundred streams sing, as they hasten
near, to him the Golden-hued
Him, clad in robes of milk,
swift fingers beautify on the third height and in the luminous realm of heaven.
28 These are
thy generations of celestial seed thou art the Sovran Lord of all the world of
life.
This universe, O Pavamana, owns
thy sway; thou, Indu, art the first establisher of Law.
29 Thou art
the sea, O Sage who bringest alf to light: under thy Law are these five regions
of the world.
Tlou reachest out beyond the
earth, beyond the heavens: thine are the lights, O Pavamana, thine the Sun.
30 Thou in the
filter, Soma Pavamana, art purified to support the region for the Gods.
The chief, the longing ones
have sought to hold thee fast, and all these living creatures have been turned
to thee.
31 Onward the
Singer travels o'er the fleecy sieve. the Tawny Steer hath bellowed in the
wooden vats.
Hymns have been sung aloud in
resonant harmony, and holy songs kiss him, the Child who claims our praise.
32 He hath
assumed the rays of Surya for his robe, spinning, as he knows bow, the
triply-twisted thread.
He, guiding to the newest rules
of Holy Law, comes as the Women's Consort to the special place.
33 On flows
the King of rivers and the Lord of heaven: he follows with a shout the paths of
Holy Law.
The Golden-hued is poured
forth, with his hundred streams, Wealth-bringer, lifting up his voice while
purified.
34 Fain to be
cleansed, thou, Pavamana, pourest out, like wondrous Surya, through the fleece,
an ample sea.
Purified with the hands,
pressed by the men with stones, thou speedest on to mighty booty-bringing war.
35 Thou,
Pavamana, sendest food and power in streams. thou sittest in the beakers as a
hawk on trees,
For Indra poured as cheering
juice to make him glad, as nearest and farseeing bearer-up of heaven.
36 The Sisters
Seven, the Mothers, stand around the Babe, the noble, new-born Infant, skilled
in holy song,
Gandharva of the floods,
divine, beholding men, Soma, that he may reign as King of all the world.
37 As Sovran
Lord thereof thou Passest through these worlds, O Indu, harnessing thy tawny
well-winged Mares.
May they pour forth for thee
milk and oil rich in sweets: O Soma, let the folk abide in thy decree.
38 O Soma,
thou beholdest men from every side: O Pavamana, Steer, thou wanderest through
these.
Pour out upon us wealth in treasure
and in gold: may we have strength to live among the things that be.
39 Winner of
gold and goods and cattle flow thou on, set as impregner, Indu, mid the worlds
of life.
Rich in brave men art thou,
Soma, who winnest all: these holy singers wait upon thee with the song.
40 The wave of
flowing meath hath wakened up desires: the Steer enrobed in milk plunges into
the streams.
Borne on his chariot-sieve the
King hath risen to war, and with a thousand rays hath won him high renown.
41 Dear to all
life, he sends triumphant praises forth, abundant, bringing offspring, each
succeeding day.
From Indra crave for us, Indu,
when thou art quaffed, the blessing that gives children, wealth that harbours
steeds.
42 When days
begin, the strong juice, lovely, golden-hued, is recognized by wisdom more and
more each day,
He, stirring both the Races,
goes between the two, the bearer of the word of men and word of Gods.
43 They balm
him, balm him over balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength and balm it
with the meath.
They seize the flying Steer at
the stream's breathing-place: cleansing with gold they grasp the Animal herein.
44 Sing forth
to Pavamana skilled in holy song: the juice is flowing onward like a mighty
stream.
He.glideth like a serpent from
his ancient skin, and like a playful horse the Tawny Steer hath run.
45 Dweller in
floods, King, foremost, he displays his might, set among living things as
measurer of days.
Distilling oil he flows, fair,
billowy, golden-hued, borne on a car of light, sharing one hom-e with wealth.
46 Loosed is
the heavens! support, the uplifted cheering juice: the triply-mingled draught
flows round into the worlds.
The holy hymns caress the stalk
that claims our praise, when singers have approached his beauteous robe with
song.
47 Thy
strearns that flow forth rapidly collected run over the fine fleece of the
sheep as thou art cleansed.
When, Indu, thou art. balmed
with milk within the bowl, thou sinkest in the jars, O Soma, when expressed.
48 Winner of'
power, flow, Soma, worthy of our laud: run onward to the fleece as well-beloved
meath.
Destroy, O Indu, all voracious
Raksasas. With brave sons in the assembly let our speech be bold.
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