I Soma Pavamana

I Soma Pavamana

1Light of the sacrifice, be pours delicious meathp most wealthy, father and begetter of the Gods.

He, gladdening, best of cheerers, juice that Indra loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and heaven.

2The Lord of heaven, the vigorous and far-seeing one, flowsshouting to the beaker with his thousand streams.

Coloured like gold he rests in seats where Mitra dwells, the Steer made beautiful by rivers and by sheep.

3As Pavamana thou flowest before the streams: thou goest on, before the hymn, before the kine.

Thou sharest mighty booty in the van of war Soma, well-armed, thou art pressed out by men who press.

II Soma Pavamana

II Soma Pavamana

1Through our desire of heroes, kine, and horses, vigorous Somadrops,

Brilliant and swift, have been effused.

2They, beautified by holy men and purified in both the hands,

Are flowing through the fleecy cloth.

3These Soma juices shall pour forth all treasures for the worshipper,

From heaven and earth and firmament.

III Soma Pavamana

III Soma Pavamana

1Flow, Soma, Indu, dear to Gods, swift through the purifying sieve,

And enter fndra in thy strength

2As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid steer:

Sit in thy place as one with power

3The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice:

The Sage drew waters to himself.

4The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee mighty one,

When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.

5The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our friend, heaven’s prop and stay,

Falls on the purifying cloth.

6The tawny Bull hath bellowed. fair as mighty Mitra to behold

He gleams and flashes with the Sun.

7Songs, Indra, active in their might, are beautified for thee, wherewith

Thou deckest thee for rapturous joy.

8To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the wild delight,

That Thou mayst have exalted praise,

9Winner of kine Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and spoil:

Primeval soul of sacrifice.

10Pour on us, Indu! Indra-strength with a full stream of sweetness, like

Parianya, sender of the rain!

IV Soma Pavamana

IV Soma Pavamana

1O Soma Pavamana, be victorious, win us high renown; And make us better than we are!

2Win thou the light, win heavenly light, and, Soma, all felicities;

And make us better than we are!

3Win skilful strength and mental power! O Soma, drive away our foes;

And make us better than we are!

4Ye purifiers, purify Soma for Indra, for his drink;

Make thou us better than we are!

5Give us our portion in the Sun through thine own mental power and aids;

And make us better than we are!

6Through thine own mental power and aids long may we look upon the Sun:

Make thou us better than we are!

7Well-weaponed Soma, pour to us a stream of