[09-021] HYMN XXI. Soma Pavamana.

1. To Indra flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood. Exhilarating, finding light;

2 Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly

Bringing their praiser vitalforce.

3 Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir, And fall into the river’s wave.

4 These Pavamanas have obtained all blessings much to be desired, Like coursers harnessed to a car.

5 With view to us, O Soma-drops, bestow his manifold desire

On him who yet hath given us naught.

6 Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his new-wrought wheel: Flow pure and shining with the stream.

7 These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course, And roused the good man’s hymn to life.

[09-022] HYMN XXII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THESE rapid Soma-streams have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds, Like cars, like armies hurried forth.

2 Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rain-storms of Parjanya, like

The flickering flames of burning fire.

3 These Soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns, Have gained by song their hearts’desire.

4 Immortal, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain

To reach the regions and their paths.

5 Advancing they have travelled o’er the ridges of the earth and heaven, And this the highest realm of all.

6 Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out, And this which must be deemed most high.

7 Thou, Soma, boldest wealth in kine which thou hast seized from niggard churls: Thou calledst forth the outspun thread.

[09-023] HYMN XXIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink, For sacred lore of every kind.

2 Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come. They made the Sun that he might shine.

3 O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman’s wealth, And give us food with progeny.

4 The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink, Turned to the vat which drips with meath.

5 Soma gows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength, Brave Hero who repels the curse.

6 For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods:

1ndu, thou fain wilt win us strength

7 When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes: Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.

[09-024] HYMN XXIV.Soma Pavamana.

1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed, the drops while they are purified:

When bIent, in waters they are rinsed.

2 The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice: They come to Indra, being cleansed

3 O Soma Pavamana, thou art flowing to be Indra’s drink: The men have seized and lead thee forth.

4 Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men, To him who ruleth o’er mankind.

5 Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art, Ready for Indra’s high decree.

6 Flow on, best Vrtra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds. Pure, purifying, wonderful.

7 Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.

[09-025] HYMN XXV. Soma Pavamana.

1. GREEN-HUED! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a draught

For Vayu and the Marut host.

2 O Pavamana, sent by song, roaring about thy dwelling-place, Pass into Vayu as Law bids.

3 The Steer shines with the Deities, dear Sage in his appointed home, Foe-Slayer, most beloved by Gods.

4 Taking each beauteous form, he goes, desirable, while purified, Thither where- the Immortals sit.

5 To Indra Soma flows, the Red, engendering song, exceeding wise, The visitor of living men.

6 Flow, best exhilarator, Sage, flow to the filter in a stream

To seat thee in the place of song.

[09-026] HYMN XXVI. Soma Pavamana.

1. THE sages with the fingers’ art have dressed and decked that vigorous Steed

Upon the lap of Aditi,

2 The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams, To Indu who supporteth heaven.

3 Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they

Have sent, by wisdom, to the sky.

4 Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth, The Lord of Speech infallible.

5 Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones

Send down to ridges of the sieve.

6 O Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry thee on to Indra, thee

Who aidest song and cheerest him.

[09-027] HYMN XXVII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth, Scattering foes as he is cleansed.

2 As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vayu he

Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.

3 The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven, Effused into the vats of wood.

4 Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana lowed, Still Conqueror, never overcome.

5 This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then

Mounts up with Surya to the sky.

6 To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed, This Indu, being purified.

[09-028] HYMN XXVIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. URGED by the men, this vigorous Steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient, Runs to the woollen straining-cloth.

2 Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused, Entering all their essences.

3 He shines in beauty there, this God Immortal in his dwelling-place, Foe-slayer, dearest to the Gods.

4 Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer

Runs onward to the wooden vats.

5 This Pavamana, swiftand strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to

The Sun and all his forms of light.

6 This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.

[09-029] HYMN XXIX. Soma Pavamana.

1. FORWARD with mighty force have flowed the currents of this Steer effused, Of him who sets him by the Gods.

2 The singers praise him with their song, and learned priests adorn the Steed, Brought forth as light that merits laud.

3 These things thou winnest lightly while purified, Soma, Lord of wealth: Fill full the sea that claims our praise.

4 Winning all precious things at once, flow on, O Soma, with thy stream

Drive to one place our enemies.

5 Preserve us from the godless, from ill-omened voice of one and all, That so we may be freed from blame.

6 O Indu, as thou flowest on bring us the wealth of earth and heaven, And splendid vigour, in thy stream.

[09-030] HYMN XXX. Soma Pavamana.

1. STREAMS of this Potent One have flowed easily to the straining-cloth: While he is cleansed he lifts his voice.

2 Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified. Sends forth a very mighty sound.

3 Pour on us, Soma, with thy stream manconquering might which many crave, Accompanied with hero sons.

4 Hither hath Pavamana flowed, Soma flowed hither in a stream, To settle in the vats of wood.

5 To waters with the stones they drive thee tawny-hued, most rich in sweets, O Indu, to be Indra’s drink.

6 For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma very rich in sweets, Lovely, inspiriting, for strength.

[09-031] HYMN XXXI. Soma Pavamana.

1. THE, Soma-drops, benevolent, come forth as they are purified, Bestowing wealth which all may see.

2 O Indu, high o’er heaven and earth be thou, increaser of our might:

The Master of all strength be thou.

3 The winds are gracious in their love to thee, the rivers flow to thee

Soma, they multiply thy power.

4 Soma, wax great. From every side may vigorous powers unite in thee: Be in the gathering-Place of strength.

5 For thee, brown-hued! the kine have poured imperishable oil and milk. Aloft on the sublimest height.

6 Friendship, O Indu, we desire with thee who bearest noble arms, With thee, O Lord of all that is.

[09-032] HYMN XXXII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have

Flowed forth to glorify our prince.

2 Then Trita’s Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones, Indu for Indra, for his drink.

3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn: He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.

4 O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer

Set in the place of sacrifice.

5 The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love

He came as to a settled race.

6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me, Glory, intelligence, and wealth.

[09-033] HYMN XXXIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed

Onward, as buffaloes to woods.

2 With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store

Of kine into the wooden vats.

3 To Indra, Vayu, Varuna, to Visnu, and the Maruts, flow

The drops of Soma juice effused.

4 Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing, cows who give their milk: The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.

5 The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise: They decorate the Child of Heaven.

6 From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas

Filled full of riches thousandfold.

[09-034] HYMN XXXIV. Some Pavamana.

1. THE drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled. Rending strong places with its might.

2 Poured forth to Indra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts, To Visnu, flows the Soma juice.

3 With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong: They milk the liquor out with skill.

4 ‘Tis he whom Trita must refine, ’tis he who shall make Indra glad: The Tawny One is decked with tints.

5 Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling-place of sacrifice, Oblation lovely and most dear.

6 To him in one unitcd stream th-,se songs flow on straight forward. he,

Loud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.

[09-035] HYMN XXXV. Soma Pavamana.

1. Pour forth on us abundant wealth, O Pavamana, with thy stream. Wherewith thou mayest find us light

2 O Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow thou on, Bearer of wealth to us with might.

3 With thee for Hero, Valiant One! may we subdue our enemies: Let what is precious flow to us.

4 Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power, Discovering holy works and means.

5 Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purified

Soma, the Guardian of the folk;

6 On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi as he is purified. The people all have set their hearts.

[09-036] HYMN XXXVI. Soma Pavamana.

1. FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve: The Steed steps forward to the goal.

2 Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve, Turned to the vat that drops with meath.

3 Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us. Speed us to mental power and skill.

4 He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned, Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth.

5 May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament

Upon the liberal worshipper.

6 Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine, And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!

[09-037] HYMN XXXVII. Soma Pavamana.

1. SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve, Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.

2 Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent, Bellowing, to his place of rest.

3 This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven, Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.

4 This Payamana up above Trita’s high ridge hath made the Sun, Together with the Sisters, shine.

5 This Vrtra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne’er deceived, Hath gone, as ’twere, to win the spoil.

6 Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood, Indu to Indra willingly.

[09-038] HYMN XXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes

To war that wins a thousand spoils.

2 The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One

Indu to Indra for his drink.

3 Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright

And beauteous for the gladdening draught.