I Soma Pavamana

I Soma Pavamana

1Fleet as swift steeds thy cows celestial have been poured, O Pavamana, with the milk into the vat.

Sages who make thee bright, O friend whom Rishis love, have shed continuous streams from out the realm of air.

2The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven his ensigns who is ever stedfast, travel round.

When on the sieve the golden-hued is cleansed he rests within the jars as one who seats him in his place.

3O thou who seest all things, sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass every form.

Pervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world’s Lord, O Soma, thou art King.

II Soma Pavamana

II Soma Pavamana

1From heaven hath Pavamana, made, as ‘twere, the marvellous thunder, and

The lofty light of all mankind.

2The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, O Pavamana, King!

Flows o’cr the woollen straining-cloth.

3Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad fixe splendid skill,

Like lustre, all heaven’s light, to see.

III Soma Pavamana

III Soma Pavamana

1Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed, like bulls,

Driving the black skin far away.

2May we attain the bridge of bliss, leaving the bridge of woe behind:

The riteless Dasa may we quell!

3The mighty Pavamana’s roar is heard as ‘twere the rush of rain

The lightning-Rashes move in heaven.

4Indu, pour out abundant food with store of cattle and of gold,

Of heroes, Soma! and of steeds!

5Flow onward, dear to all mankind fi full the mighty heaven and earth,

As Dawn, as Surya with his beams

6On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream,

As Rasa flows around the world!

IV Soma Pavamana

IV Soma Pavamana

1Flow on, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,

Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.

2Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,

Make thou the rain descend from heaven

3Even here is he who, swift of course, hath with the river’s wave Rowed down.

From heaven upon the straining cloth.

4With might. producing glare, the juice enters the purifying sieve,

Far-seeing, sending forth its light.

5Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice

For Indra is poured forth as meath.

6In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the golden-hued,

Indu for Indra, for his drink.

V Soma Pavamana

V Soma Pavamana

1The glittering maids send Sdra forth, the glorious sisters, closeallied,

Send Indu forth, their mighty Lord.

2Pervade, O Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light,

Pressed out, O God thyself, for Gods!

3Pour on us, Pavamana! rain, as service and fair praise for Gods:

Pour forth unceasingly for food!

VI Agni

VI Agni

1The watchful guardian of the people hath