I Soma Pavamana

I Soma Pavamana

1The Maruts with their troop adorn and brighten, even at his birth, the Sage, the lovely infant.

By songs a poet, and a Sage by wisdom, Soma goes singing through the cleansing filter.

2Light-winner, Rishi-minded, Rishi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, leader of sages,

Eager to gain his third form, mighty, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a singer.

3Hawk seated in the press, bird wide-extended, the banner seeking kine and wielding weapons,

Uniting with the sea, the wave of waters, the mighty tells his fourth form and declares it.

II Soma Pavamana

II Soma Pavamana

1Obeying Indra’s dear desire these Soma juices have flowed forth

Increasing his heroic might.

2Laid in the press and flowing pure to Vayu and the Asvins, may

These give us great heroic strength.

3Soma, as thou art purified, incite to bounty Indra’s heart,

To seat him in the shrine of Gods!

4The ten swift fingers deck thee forth seven ministers impel thee on,

The sages have rejoiced in thee.

5When through the filter thou art poured we clothe thee with a robe of milk,

To be a rapturous feast for Gods.

6When purified within the jars, Soma bright-red and golden-hued,

Hath veiled him in a milky dress.

7Flow onward to our wealthy lords. Drive all our enemies away:

O lndu, pass into thy friend!

8May we obtain thee, Indra’s drink, who viewest men and findest light,

Gain thee and progeny and food!

9Send down the rain from heaven and make splendour upon the earth! Give us,

O Soma, victory in war!

III Soma Pavamana

III Soma Pavamana

1Poured through the fleece in thousand streams purified Soma floweth to,

Indra’s and Vayu’s meeting-place.

2Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,

Effused to entertain the Gods!

3The Soma drops with thousand powers are purified to win us strength,

Hymned to become the feast of Gods.

4Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win us strength:

Indu, bring splendid manly might

5Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, to win us strength,

Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.

6May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power, —

These godlike Soma drops effused!

7The roaring Soma drops flow on, like milch-kine lowing to, their calves:

They have run forth from both the hands.

8Beloved by Indra, bringing joy, roaring as thou art purified,

Drive all our enemies away.

9As Pavamanas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,

Sit in the place of sacrifice.

IV Soma Pavamana

IV Soma Pavamana

1The Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, to Indra have been poured,

Shed with the stream of sacrifice.

2Sages have called to Indra, like cows, milch-kine, lowing to their calves,

Called him to drink the Soma juice.

3In the