[09-041] HYMN XLI. Soma Pavamana.

1. ACTIVE and bright have they come forth, impetuous in speed like bulls, Driving the black skin far away.

2 Quelling the riteless Dasyu, may we think upon the bridge of bliss, Leaving the bridge of woe behind.

3 The mighty Pavamana’s roar is heard as ’twere the rush of rain

Lightnings are flashing to the sky.

4 Pour out on us abundant food, when thou art pressed, O Indu wealth

In kine and gold and steeds and spoil.

5 Flow on thy way, Most Active, thou. fill full the mighty heavens and earth, As Dawn, as Surya with his beams.

6 On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream, As Rasa flows around the world.

[09-042] HYMN XLII. Soma Pavamana.

1. ENGENDERING the Sun in floods, engendering heaven’s lights, green-hued, Robed in the waters and the milk,

2 According to primeval plan this Soma, with his stream, effused

Flows purely on, a God for Gods.

3 For him victorious, waxen great, the juices with a thousand powers

Are purified for winning spoil.

4 Shedding the ancient fluid he is poured into the cleansing sieve: He, thundering, hath produced the Gods.

5 Soma, while purifying, sends hither all things to be desired, He sends the Gods who strengthen Law.

6 Soma, effused, pour on us wealth in kine, in heroes, steeds, and spoil, Send us abundant store of food.

[09-043] HYMN XLIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. WE will enrobe with sacred song the Lovely One who, as a Steed, Is decked with milk for rapturous joy.

2 All songs of ours desiring grace adorn him in the ancient way, Indu for Indra, for his drink.

3 Soma flows on when purified, beloved and adorned with songs, Songs of the sage Medhyatithi.

4 O Soma Pavamana, find exceeding glorious wealth for us, Wealth, Indu, fraught with boundless might.

5 Like courser racing to the prize Indu, the lover of the Gods, Roars, as he passes, in the sieve.

6 Flow on thy way to win us strength, to speed the sage who praises thee: Soma, bestow heroic power.

[09-044] HYMN XLIV. Soma Pavamana.

1. INDU, to us for this great rite, bearing as ’twere thy wave to Gods, Unwearied, thou art flowing forQh.

2 Pleased with the hymn, impelled by prayer, Soma is hurried far away, The Wise One in the Singer’s stream.,

3 Watchful among the. gods, this juice advances to the cleansing sieve

Soma, most active, travels on.

4 Flow onward, seeking strength for us, embellishing the sacrifice: The priest with trimmed grass calleth thee.

5 May Soma, ever bringing power to Bhaga and to Vayu, Sage

And Hero, lead us to the Gods.

6 So, to increase our wealth to-day, Inspirer, best of Furtherers, Win for us strength and high renown.

[09-045] HYMN XLV. Soma Pavamana.

1. FLOW, thou who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the Gods, Indu, to Indra for his drink.

2 Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to

The Gods, O better than our friends.

3 We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy: Unbar for us the doors of wealth.

4 He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run

Indu belongs unto the Gods.

5 All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece: Singers have chanted Indu’s praise.

6 Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man

Who worships thee heroic strength.

[09-046] HYMN XLVI. Soma Pavamana.

1. LIKE able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of Gods, joying in mountains, flowing on.

2 To Vayu flow the Soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful

Like a bride dowered by her sire.

3 Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of juice, the Somas rich in food,

Give strength to Indra with their work.

4 Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the brilliant juices blent with meal, And cook with milk the gladdening draught.

5 Thus, Soma, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us, Giver oF ample opulence.

6 This Pavamana, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn, The draught that shall make Indra glad.

[09-047] HYMN XLVII. Soma Pavamana.

1. GREAT as he was, Soma hath gained strength by this high solemnity:

joyous he riseth like a bull.

2 His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest: He sternly reckoneth their debts.

3 Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra’s juice, becomes

A thousand-winning thunderbolt.

4 Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage

When he embellisheth his songs.

5 Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war

Thou art upon the conquerors’ side.

[09-048] HYMN XLVIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. WITH sacrifice we seek to thee kind Cherisher of manly might

In mansions of the lofty heavens;

2 Gladdening crusher of the bold, ruling with very mighty sway, Destroyer of a hundred forts.

3 Hence, Sapient One! the Falcon, strong of wing, unwearied, brought thee down, Lord over riches, from the sky.

4 That each may see the light, the Bird brought us the guard of Law, the Friend

Of all, the speeder through the air.

5 And now, sent forth, it hath attained to mighty power and majesty, Most active, ready to assist.

[09-049] HYMN XLIX. Soma Pavamana.

1. Poust down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky, And plenteous store of wholesome fbod.

2 Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us, The kine of strangers to our home.

3 Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream,

Pour down on us a flood of rain.

4 To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth

For verily the Gods will bear.

5 Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas, Flashing out splendour as of old.

[09-050] HYMN L. Soma Pavamana.

1. LOUD as a river’s roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves: Urge on thine arrow’s sharpened point.

2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou

Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.

3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One, Even Pavamana, dropping meath.

4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer, To seat thee in the place of song.

5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm, Indu, for Indra, for his drink.

[09-051] HYMN LI. Soma Pavamana.

1. ADHVARYU, on the filter pour the Soma juice expressed with stones, And make it pure for Indra’s drink.

2 Pour out for Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven,, the Soma’s juice, Most excellent, most rich in sweets.

3 These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu enjoy this juice of thine, This Pavamana’s flowing meath.

4 For, Soma, thou hast been effused, strengthening for the wild carouse, O Steer, the singer, for our help.

5 Flow with thy stream, Far-sighted One, effused, into the cleansing sieve: Flow on to give us strength and fame.

[09-052] HYMN LII. Soma Pavamana.

1. WEALTH-WINNER, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice, Flow to the filter when effused.

2 So, in thine ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams

Run o’er the fleecy straining-cloth.

3 Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us

Shake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.

4 Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men, Of him who threatens us with war.

5 Indu, Wealth-giver, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea, A thousand of thy pure bright streams.

[09-053] HYMN LIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves: Chase thou the foes who compass us.

2 Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked: With fearless heart will I sing praise.

3 No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana’s holy laws: Crush him who fain would fight with thee.

4 For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed,

Indu the bringer of delight.

[09-054] HYMN LIV. Soma Pavamana.

1. AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from

The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.

2 In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes, Seven currents flowing through the sky.

3 He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist- Soma, a God as Surya is.

4 Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra’s Friend, Wealth from the kine to feast the Gods.

[09-055] HYMN LV. Soma Pavamana.

1. POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment, And, Soma, all felicities.

2 As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice, Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.

3 And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on

Through days that fly most rapidly.

4 As one who conquers, ne’er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy, Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.

[09-056] HYMN LVI. Soma Pavamana.

1. SWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law, Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.

2 When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred ever-active streams

To Indra’s friendship win theirway.

3 Ten Dames have sung to welcome thee, even as a maiden greets her love: O Soma, thou art decked to win.

4 Flow hitherward, O Indu, sweet to Indra and to Visnu: guard

The men, the singers, from distress.

[09-057] HYMN LVII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THY streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven, To bring a thousand stores of strength.

2 He flows beholding on his way all wellbeloved sacred lore, Green-tinted, brandishing his, arms.

3 He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants. Sits as a falcon in the, wood.

4 So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified, All treasures both of heaven and earth.

[09-058] HYMN LVIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. SWIFT runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowing juice: Swift runs this giver of delight.

2 The Morning knows all precious things, the Goddess knows her grace to man: Swift runs this giver of delight.

3 We have accepted thousands from Dhvasra’s and Purusanti’s hands: Swift runs this giver of delight.

4 From whom we have accepted thus thousands and three times ten beside:

Swift runs this giver of delight.

[09-059] HYMN LIX. Soma Pavamana.

1. FLOW onward, Soma, winning kine, and steeds, and all that gives delight: Bring hither wealth with progeny.

2 Flow onward from the waters, flow, inviolable, from the plants: Flow onward from the pressing-boards.

3 Soma, as Pavamana, pass over all trouble and distress: Sit on the sacred grass, a Sage.

4 Thou, Pavamana, foundest light; thou at thy birth becamest great: O Indu, thou art over all.

[09-060] HYMN LX. Soma Pavamana.

1. SING forth and laud with sacred song most active Pavamana, laud

Indu who sees with thousand eyes.

2 Thee who hast thousand eyes to see, bearer of thousand burthens, they

Have filtered through the fleecy cloth.

3 He, Pavamana, hath streamed through the fleece then: he runs into the jars, Finding his way to Indra’s heart.

4 That Indra may be bounteous, flow, most active Soma, for our weal: Bring genial seed with progeny.