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 Vrtra-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 bither 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 Surya'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 Vrtras: 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
   the 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 us a 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,
   Sarasvati and Bharati and Ila, Mighty One, attend.

9. I summon Tvastar hither, our protector, champion, earliest-born,
   Indu is Indra, tawny Steer; Pavamana is Prajapati.

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,-
   Vayu, Surya, Brhaspati, 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, Vayu, to the Asvins, as his custom is,
   With gladdening juice which gives them joy.

8. The streams of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra-Varuna,-
   Well-knowing through his mighty powers.

9. 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 Vayu and the Asvins, 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, bright red 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.

8. 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 the Youthful 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 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 offspring hath appeared.

9. The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests
   Have placed within the sacred cell.

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, Sovereign 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.

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 wild-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.

1. PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on
   To Indra's, Vayu'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 Pavamanas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,
   Sit in the place of sacrifice.

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.

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 Sovereign 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.

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 him who knoweth song mid living men,
   Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.

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 seem'st to speed the Sun.

6. To him, the head of sacrifice, 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 steed,
   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.

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 offspring of thy sap:
   All-bounteous 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-halves:
   All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

7. The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud:
   All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

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, impregnated the kine who 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 power,
   Whether he be afar or near.

1. FORTH through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods,
   Subduing all our enemies.

2. For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape
   Of cattle to the singing-men.

3. Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts
   As such, O Soma, find us fame.

4. Pour lofty glory on us, send sure riches to our liberal lords,
   Bring food to those who sing thy praise.

5. As thou art cleansed, O Wondrous Steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like
   A pious King, into the songs.

6. He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made clean
   With hands, is resting in the jars.

7. Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve,
   Lending the laud a Hero's strength.

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 vital force.

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.

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 traveled 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.

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 goes 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:
   Indu, 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.

1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed, the drops while they are purified:
   When blent, 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 effused,
   Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.

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.

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.

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.

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, swift and strong, Omniscient, gave splendour to
   The Sun and all his forms of light.

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

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.

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 man-conquering 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.

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.

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 runnest 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.

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.

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 united stream these songs flow on straight forward. He,
   Loud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.

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 rich as he is purified.
   The people all have set their hearts.

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!

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 Pavamana 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.

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.

4. He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.
   Speeding like lover to his love.

5. This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,
   This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.

6. Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out,
   Unto the well-beloved place.

1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
   Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.

2. Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
   Make thou the rain descend from heaven.

3. With might, bestowing power, the juice enters the purifying sieve,
   Far-seeing, sending forth its light.

4. This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down
   From heaven upon the straining cloth.

5. Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
   For Indra is poured forth as meath.

6. In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
   Sit in the place of sacrifice.

1. THE Very Active hath assailed, while purified, all enemies:
   They deck the Sage with holy songs.

2. The Red hath mounted to his place; to Indra, goes the mighty juice:
   He settles in his firm abode.

3. O Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side,
   Pour on us treasures thousandfold.

4. O Soma Pavamana, bring, Indu, all splendours hitherward:
   Find for us food in boundless store.

5. As thou art cleansed, bring hero strength and riches to thy worshipper,
   And prosper thou the singer's hymns.

6. O Indu, Soma, being cleansed, bring hither riches doubly piled,
   Wealth, mighty Indu, meet for lauds.

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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 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.

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. Pour down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky,
   And plenteous store of wholesome food.

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.

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.

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.

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 cauldron 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 their way.

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.

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 well beloved 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.

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.

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.

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 burdens, 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.

1. FLOW onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delight
   Battered the nine-and-ninety down,

2. Smote swiftly forts, and gambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga,
   For pious Divodasa's sake.

3. Finder of horses, pour on us horses and
   wealth in kine and gold,
   And, Indu, food in boundless store.

4. We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er
   The limit of the cleansing sieve.

5. With those same waves which in their stream overflow the purifying sieve,
   Soma; be gracious unto us.

6. O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides,-for thou canst,-
   Riches and food with hero sons.

7. Him here, the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify
   With the Adityas is he seen.

8. With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward withthe beams
   Of Surya to the cleansing sieve.

9. Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pusan flow
   For Mitra and for Varuna.

10. High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained
   Strong sheltering power and great renown.

11. Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man,
   Yea, all the glories of mankind.

12. Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
   For Varuna and the Marut host.

13. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
   The active crusher of the foe.

14. Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him,
   Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart.

15. Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk
   Increase the sea that merits laud.

16. From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvelous thunder, and
   The lofty light of all mankind.

17. The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, of Pavamana, King!
   Flows o'er the woollen straining-cloth.

18. Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill,
   Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.

19. Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight,
   Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods.

20. Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day,
   Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.

21. Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,
   Falcon-like resting in thine home.

22. Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vrtra who
   Compassed and stayed the mighty floods.

23. Soma who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons:
   Strengthen, as thou art cleansed, our hymns.

24. Aided by thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war:
   Watch, Soma, at our solemn rites.

25. Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on,
   Going to Indra's special place.

26. O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes:
   O Indu, grant heroic fame.

27. A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked thee when fain to give thy boons,
   When, being cleansed, thou combatest.

28. Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:
   Drive all our enemies away.

29. Indu, in this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we
   Subdue all those who war with us.

30. Those awful weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down-
   Guard us therewith from every foe.

1. THESE rapid Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying sieve
   To bring us all felicities.

2. Dispelling manifold mishap, giving the courser's progeny,
   Yea, and the warrior steed, success.

3. Bringing prosperity to kine, they make perpetual Ila flow
   To us for noble eulogy.

4. Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams for rapturous joy:
   Hawk-like he settles in his home.

5. Fair is the God-loved juice; the plant is washed in waters, pressed by men
   The milch-kine sweeten it with milk.

6. As drivers deck a courser, so have they adorned the meath's juice for
   Ambrosia, for the festival.

7. Thou, Indu, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for help,
   Hast settled in the cleansing sieve.

8. So flow thou onward through the fleece, for Indra flow, to be his drink,
   Finding thine home in vats of wood.

9. As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk,
   O Indu, for the Angirases.

10. Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana, sent to us
   For lofty friendship, meditates.

11. Queller of curses, mighty, with strong sway, this Pavamana shall
   Bring treasures to the worshipper.

12. Pour thou upon us thousandfold possessions, both of kine and steeds,
   Exceeding glorious, much-desired.

13. Wandering far, with wise designs, the juice here present is effused,
   Made beautiful by living men.

14. For Indra flows the gladdening drink, the measurer of the region, Sage,
   With countless wealth and endless help.

15. Born on the mountain, lauded here, Indu for Indra is set down,
   As in her sheltering nest a bird.

16. Pressed by the men, as 'twere to war hath Soma Pavamana sped,
   To test with might within the vats.

17. That he may move, they yoke him to the three-backed triple-seated car
   By the Seven Rsis' holy songs.

18. Drive ye that Tawny Courser, O ye pressers, on his way to war,
   Swift Steed who carries off the spoil.

19. Pouring all glories hither, he, effused and entering the jar,
   Stands like a hero mid the kine.

20. Indu, the living men milk out the juice to make the rapturous draught:
   Gods for the Gods milk out the meath.

21. Pour for the Gods into the sieve our Soma very rich in sweets,
   Him whom the Gods most gladly hear.

22. Into his stream who gladdens best these Soma juices have been poured,
   Lauded with songs for lofty fame.

23. Thou flowest to enjoy the milk, and bringest valour, being cleansed:
   Winning the spoil flow hitherward.

24. And, hymned by Jamadagnis, let all nourishment that kine supply,
   And general praises, flow to us.

25. Soma, as leader of the song flow onward with thy wondrous aids,
   For holy lore of every kind.

26. Do thou as leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea,
   Flow onward, thou who movest all.

27. O Soma, O thou Sage, these worlds stand ready to attest thy might:
   For thy behoof the rivers flow.

28. Like showers of rain that fall from heaven thy streams perpetually flow
   To the bright fleece spread under them.

29. For potent Indra purify Indu effectual and strong,
   Enjoyment-giver, Mighty Lord.

30. Soma, true, Pavamana, Sage, is seated in the cleansing sieve,
   Giving his praiser hero strength.

1. POUR hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength,
   And keep renown secure for us.

2. Thou makest food and vigour swell for Indra, best of gladdeners!
   Within the cups thou seatest thee.