1 In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way, Pressed out for Indra, for his drink.
2 Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath with the wood attained unto His place, his iron-fashioned home.
3 Be thou best Vṛtra-slayer, best granter of bliss, most liberal: Promote our wealthy princes' gifts.
4 Flow onward with thy juice unto the banquet of the Mighty Gods: Flow hither for our strength and fame.
5 O Indu, we draw nigh to thee, with this one object day by day: To thee alone our prayers are said
6 By means of this eternal fleece may Sūrya's Daughter purify Thy Soma that is foaming forth.
7 Ten sister maids of slender form seize him within the press and hold Him firmly on the final day.
8 The virgins send him forth: they blow the the skin musician-like and fuse The triple foe-repelling meath.
9 Inviolable milch-kine round about him blend for Indra's drink, The fresh young Soma with their milk.
10 In the wild raptures of this draught, Indra slays all the Vṛtras: he, The Hero, pours his wealth on us.
1 Soma, flow on, inviting Gods, speed to the purifying cloth: Pass into Indra, as a Bull.
2 As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid Steer: Sit in thy place as one with strength.
3 The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice ne Sage drew waters to himself.
4 The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee Mighty One, When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.
5 The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our Friend, heaven's prop and stay, Falls on the purifying cloth.
6 The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: He shines together with the Sun.
7 Songs, Indu, active in their might are beautified for thee, wherewith Thou deckest thee for our delight.
8 To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the joyous draught: Great are the praise& due to thee.
9 Indu as, Indra's Friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like Parjanya sender of the rain.
10 Winner of kine, Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and strength Primeval Soul of sacrifice.
1 HERE present this Immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings, To settle in the vats of wood.
2 This God, made ready with the hymn, runs swiftly through the winding ways, Inviolable as he flows.
3 This God while flowing is adorned, like a bay steed for war, by men Devout and skilled in holy songs.
4 He, like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along Is fain to win all precious boons.
5 This God, as he is flowing on, speeds like a car and gives his gifts: He lets his voice be heard of all
6 Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and bestows Rich gifts upon the worshipper.
7 Away he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven, And roars as he is flowing on.
8 While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven across The regions, irresistible.
9 After the 'way of ancient time, this God, pressed out for Deities, Flows tawny to the straining-cloth.
10 This Lord of many Holy Laws, even at his birth engendering strength, Effused, flows onward in a stream.
1 O Soma flowing on thy way, win thou and conquer high renown; And make us better than we are.
2 Win thou the light, win heavenly light, and, Soma, all felicities; And make us better than we are.
3 Win skilful strength and mental power. O Soma, drive away our foes; And make us better than we are.
4 Ye purifiers, purify Soma for Indra, for his drink: Make thou us better than we are.
5 Give us our portion in the Sun through thine own mental power and aids; And make us better than we are.
6 Through thine own mental power and aid long may we look upon the Sun; Make thou us better than we are.
7 Well-weaponed Soma, pour to usa stream of riches doubly great; And make us better than we are.
8 As one victorious unsubdued in battle pour forth wealth to us; And make us better than we are.
9 By worship, Pavamana! men have strengthened thee to prop the Law: Make thou us better than we are.
10 O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds, manifold. quickening all life; And mate us better than we are.
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, Sarasvatī and Bhāratī and Iḷā, Mighty One, attend.
9 1 summon Tvaṣṭar hither, our protector, champion, earliest-born, Indu is Indra, tawny Steer; Pavamana is Prajāpati.
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,— Vāyu, Sūrya, Bṛhaspati, Indra, and Agni, in accord.
1 SOMA, flow on with pleasant stream, a Bull devoted to the Gods, Our Friend, unto the woollen sieve.
2 Pour hitherward, as Indra's Self, Indu, that gladdening stream of thine, And send us coursers full of strength.
3 Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice, Streaming forth power and high renown.
4 Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent They have reached Indra purified.
5 Whom, having passed the filter, ten dames cleanse, as ’twere a vigorous steed, While he disports him in the wood,—
6 The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth, for feast and service of the Gods, To him who bears away the draught.
7 Effused, the God flows onward with his stream to Indra, to the God, So that his milk may strengthen him.
8 Soul of the sacrifice, the juice effused flows quickly on: he keeps His ancient wisdom of a Sage.
9 So pouring forth, as Indra's Friend, strong drink, best Gladdener! for the feast, Thou, even in secret, storest hymns.
1 FORTH on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of Law, Knowing this sacrifice's course.
2 Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of meath, most excellent, Oblation best of all in worth.
3 About the holy place, the Steer true, guileless, noblest, hath sent forth Continuous voices in the wood.
4 When, clothed in manly strength, the Sage flows in celestial wisdom round, The Strong would win the light of heaven.
5 When purified, he sits as King above the hosts, among his folk, What time the sages bring him nigh.
6 Dear, golden-coloured, in the fleece he sinks and settles in the wood: The Singer shows his zeal in hymns.
7 He goes to Indra, Vāyu, to the Aśvins, as his custom is, With gladdening juice which gives them joy.
8 Tle streams of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra-Varuṇa,— Well-knowing through his mighty powers. Heaven and Earth, riches of meath to win us wealth: Gain for us treasures and renown.
1 OBEYING Indra's dear desire these Soma juices have flowed forth, Increasing his heroic might.
2 Laid in the bowl, pure-flowing on to Vāyu and the Aśvins, may These give us great heroic strength.
3 Soma, as thou art purified, incite to bounty Indra's heart, To sit in place of sacrifice.
4 The ten swift fingers deck thee forth, seven ministers impel thee on: The sages have rejoiced in thee.
5 When through the filter thou art poured, we clothe thee with a robe of milk To be a gladdening draught for Gods.
6 When purified within the jars, Soma, brightred and golden-hued, Hath clothed him with a robe of milk.
7 Flow on to us and make us rich. Drive all our enemies away. O Indu, flow into thy Friend. Send down the rain from heaven, a stream of opulence from earth. Give us, O Soma, victory in war.
9 May we obtain thee, Indra's drink, who viewest men and findest light, Gain thee, and progeny and food.
1 THE Sage of Heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both hands and pressed, Sends us delightful powers of life.
2 On, onward to a glorious home; dear to the people void of guile, With excellent enjoyment, flow.
3 He, the bright Son, when born illumed his Parents who had sprung to life, Great Son great Strengtheners of Law.
4 Urged by the seven devotions he hath stirred the guileless rivers which Have magnified the Single Eye.
5 These helped to might theYouthful One, high over all, invincible, Even Indu, Indra! in thy law.
6 The immortal Courser, good to draw, looks down upon the Seven: the fount Hath satisfied the Goddesses
7 Aid us in holy rites, O Man: O Pavamana, drive away Dark shades that must be met in fight.
8 Make the paths ready for a hymn newer and newer evermore: Make the lights shine as erst they shone.
9 Give, Pavamana, high renown, give kine and steeds and hero sons: Win for us wisdom, win the light.
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 Vivasvān'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.