HYMN X. Soma Pavamana.
1. LIKE cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for renown,
Have Soma-drops flowed forth for wealth.
2. Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed,
Like joyful songs of singing-men.
3. The Somas deck themselves with milk, as Kings are graced with eulogies,
And, with seven priests, the sacrifice.
4. Pressed for the gladdening draught, the drops flow forth abundantly with song,
The Soma juices in a stream.
5. Winning Vivasvan’s glory and producing Morning’s light, the Suns
Pass through the openings of the cloth.
6. The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs,-
Men, for the mighty to accept.
7. Combined in close society sit the seven priests, the brother-hood,
Filling the station of the One.
8. He gives us kinship with the Gods, and with the Sun unites our eye:
The Sage’s ofrspring hath appeared.
9. The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests
Have placed within the sacred cell.
HYMN XL Soma Pavamana.
1. SING forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who is purified,
Fain to pay worship to the Gods.
2. Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled milk,
Divine, devoted to the God.
3. Bring, by thy flowing, weal to kine, weal to the people, weal to steeds.
Weal, O thou King, to growing plants
4. Sing a praise-song to Soma brown of hue, of independent might.
The Red, who reaches up to heaven.
5. Purify Soma when effused with stones which bands move rapidly,
And pour the sweet milk in the meath.
6. With humble homage draw ye nigh; blend the libation with the curds:
To Indra offer Indu up.
7. Soma, foe-que chief o’er men, doing the will of pour forth
Prosperity upon our kine.
8. Heart-knower, Sovran of the heart, thou art effused, O Soma, that Indra may drink thee and rejoice.
9. O Soma Pavamana, give us riches and heroic strength,-
Indu! with. Indra for ally.
HYMN XII. Soma Pavamana.
1. To Indra have the Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, been poured,
Shed in the seat of sacrifice.
2. As mother kine low to their calves, to Indra have the sages called,
Called him to drink the Soma juice.
3. In the stream’s wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat,
Resting upon a wiId-cow’s hide.
4. Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point
Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool.
5. In close embraces Indu holds Soma when
poured within the jars.
And on the. purifying sieve.
6. Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air,
Shaking the vase that drops with meath.
7. The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns,
Urging men’s generations on.
8. The Wise One, with the Sage’s stream, the Soma urged to speed, flows on
To the dear places of the sky.
9. O Pavamana, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea.
O Indu, give us ready help.
HYMN XIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on
To Indra’s, Viyu’s special place.
2. Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,
Effused to entertain the Gods.
3. The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory,
Hymned to become the feast of Gods.
4. Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil
Indu, bring splendid manly might.
5. May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,-
These Godlike Soma-drops effused.
6. Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory,
Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.
7. Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves:
They have run forth from both the hands.
8. As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar
Drive all our enemies away.
9. O Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,
Sit in the place of sacrifice.
HYMN XIV. Soma Pavamana.
1. REPOSING on the river’s wave the Sage hath widely flowed around,
Bearing the hymn which many love.
2. When the Five kindred Companies, active in duty, with the song
Establish him, the Powerful,
3. Then in his juice whose strength is great, have all the Gods rejoiced themselves,
When he hath clothed him in the milk.
4. Freeing himself he flows away, leaving his body’s severed limbs,
And meets his own Companion here.
5. He by the daughters of the priest, like a fair youth, hath been adorned,
Making the milk, as ’twere, his robe.
6. O’er the fine fingers, through desire of milk, in winding course he goes,
And utters voice which he hath found.
7. The nimble fingers have approached, adorning him the Lord of Strength:
They grasp the vigorous Courser’s back.
8. Comprising all the treasures that are in the heavens and on the earth,
Come, Soma, as our faithful Friend.
HYMN XV. Soma Pavamana.
1. THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears,
Going to Indra’s special place.
2. In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods.
Where the Immortals have their seat.
3. Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light
The mettled steeds exert their strength.
4. He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd,
Doing with might heroic deeds.
5. He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,
Becoming Sovran of the streams.
6. He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed.
Descends into the reservoirs.
7. Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,
Him who brings forth abundant food.
8 Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful,
Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.
HYMN XVI. Soma Pavamana.
1. THE pressers from the Soma-press send forth thy juice for rapturous joy
The speckled sap runs like a flood.
2. With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine,
Enrobed in water with his juice.
3. Pour on the sieve the Soma, ne’er subdued in waters, waterless,
And make it pure for Indra’s drink.
4. Moved by the purifier’s thought, the Soma flows into the sieve:
By wisdom it hath gained its home.
5. With humble homage, Indra, have the Soma-drops flowed forth to thee,
Contending for the glorious prize.
6. Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, he
Stands, hero-like, amid the kine.
7. Swelling, as ’twere, to heights of heaven, the stream of the creative juice
Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve.
8. Thus, Soma, purifying himwho knoweth song mid living men,
Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.
HYMN XVII. Soma Pavamana.
1. LIKE rivers down a steep descent, slaying the Vrtras, full of zeal,
The rapid Soma-streams have flowed.
2. The drops of Soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth:
To Indra flow the Soma-streams.
3. With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the Soma, flows into.the sieve,
Loving the Gods and slaying fiends.
4. It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong
At sacrifices through the lauds.
5. Soma, thou shinest mounting heaven as ’twere above light’s triple realm,
And moving secm’st to speed the Sun.
6. To him, the head of sacnfice, singers and bards have sung their songs,
Offering what he loves to see.
7. The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck thee strong &teed,
Deck thee for service of the Gods.
8. Flow onward to the stream of meath rest efficacious in thy home,
Fair, to be drunk at sacrifice.
HYMN XVIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,:
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
2. Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offipring of thy sap:
All-bountcous art thou in carouse.
3. All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee:
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
4. He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired:
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
5. Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
6. Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world-halvcs:
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
7. The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud:
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
HYMN XIX. Soma Pavamana.
1. O SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet
For lauds, that is in earth and heaven.
2. For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine:
Great Rulers, prosper ye our songs.
3. The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass,
Hath sunk and settled in his home.
4. Over the Steer’s productive flow the sacred songs were resonant,
The mothers of the darling Son.
5. Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine whb long to meet their Lord,
The kine who yield the shining milk?
6. Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies:
O Pavamana, find us wealth.
7. Soma, bring down the foeman’s might, his vigorous strength and vital powe’r,
Whether he be afar or near.
