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 Sūrya with his beams.
6 On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream, As Rasā flows around the world.
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.
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 Medhyātithi.
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.
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 Vāyu, 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.
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.
1 LIKE able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of Gods, joying in mountains, flowing on.
2 To Vāyu 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.
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.
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.
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, Ppur 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 Rākṣasas, Flashing out splendour as of old.
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.