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Rigveda 9:26-50

From the Hymns of the Rigveda, based on Ralph Griffith's translation of 1889, re-edited by Tormod Kinnes.


26 - Soma Pavamana

THE sages with the fingers' art have dressed and decked that vigorous steed
Upon the lap of Aditi, [1]
      The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams,
TIndu who supports heaven. [2]
      Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they
Have sent, by wisdom, to the sky. [3]
      Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth,
The Lord of Speech infallible. [4]
      Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones
Send down to ridges of the sieve. [5]
      Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry you on to Indra, you
Who aid song and cheer him.

27 - Soma Pavamana

THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth,
Scattering foes as he is cleansed. [1]
      As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vayu he
Is poured upon the filtering-cloth. [2]
      The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,
Effused into the vats of wood. [3]
      Longing for kine, longing for gold has Indu Pavamana lowed,
Still Conqueror, never overcome. [4]
      This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then
Mounts up with Surya to the sky. [5]
      TIndra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer has flowed,
This Indu, being purified.

28 - Soma Pavamana

URGED by the men, this vigorous steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient,
Runs to the woollen straining-cloth. [1]
      Within the filter has he flowed, this Soma for the gods effused,
Entering all their essences. [2]
      He shines in beauty there, this God immortal in his dwelling-place,
Foe-slayer, dearest to the gods. [3]
      Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer
Runs onward to the wooden vats. [4]
      This Pavamana, swiftand strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to
The Sun and all his forms of light. [5]
      This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible,
Slayer of sinners, dear togods.

29 - Soma Pavamana

FORWARD with mighty force have flowed the currents of this Steer effused,
Of him who sets him by the gods. [1]
      The singers praise him with their song, and learned priests adorn the steed,
Brought forth as light that merits laud. [2]
      These things you winnest lightly while purified, Soma, Lord of wealth:
Fill full the sea that claims our praise. [3]
      Winning all precious things at once, flow on, Soma, with your stream
Drive to one place our enemies. [4]
      Preserve us from the godless, from ill-omened voice of one and all,
That so we may be freed from blame. [5]
      Indu, as you flowest on bring us the wealth of earth and heaven,
And splendid vigour, in your stream.

30 - Soma Pavamana

STREAMS of this Potent One have flowed easily to the straining-cloth:
While he is cleansed he lifts his voice. [1]
      Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified.
Sends forth a very mighty sound. [2]
      Pour on us, Soma, with your stream manconquering might which many crave,
Accompanied with hero sons. [3]
      Here has Pavamana flowed, Soma flowed here in a stream,
To settle in the vats of wood. [4]
      To waters with the stones they drive you tawny-hued, most rich in sweets,
Indu, to be Indra's drink. [5]
      For Indra, for the Thunderer press the soma very rich in sweets,
Lovely, inspiriting, for strength.

31 - Soma Pavamana

THE, Soma-drops, benevolent, come forth as they are purified,
Bestowing wealth which all may see. [1]
      Indu, high over heaven and earth be you, increaser of our might:
The Master of all strength be you. [2]
      The winds are gracious in their love to you, the rivers flow to you
Soma, they multiply your power. [3]
      Soma, wax great. From every side may vigorous powers unite in you:
Be in the gathering-Place of strength. [4]
      For you, brown-hued! the kine have poured imperishable oil and milk.
Aloft on the sublimest height. [5]
      Friendship, Indu, we desire with you who bearest noble arms,
With you, Lord of all that is.

32 - Soma Pavamana

THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have
Flowed forth to glorify our prince. [1]
      Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for his drink. [2]
      Now like a swan he maks all the company sing each his hymn:
He, like a steed, is bathed in milk. [3]
      Soma, viewing heaven and earth, you runncst like a darting deer
Set in the place of sacrifice. [4]
      The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
He came as to a settled race. [5]
      Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,
Glory, intelligence, and wealth.

33 - Soma Pavamana

LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the soma speed
Onward, as buffaloes to woods. [1]
      With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store
Of kine into the wooden vats. [2]
      TIndra, Vayu, Varuna, to Visnu, and the Maruts, flow
The drops of soma juice effused. [3]
      Three several words are uttered: kine are ]owing, cows who give their milk:
The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on. [4]
      The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise:
They decorate the Child of Heaven. [5]
      From every side, Soma, for our profit, pour you forth four seas
Filled full of riches thousandfold.

34 - Some Pavamana

THE drop of soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled.
Rending strong places with its might. [1]
      Poured forth tIndra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts,
To Visnu, flows the soma juice. [2]
      With stones they press the soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong:
They milk the liquor out with skill. [3]
      'Tis he whom Trita must refine, 'tis he who shall make Indra glad:
The Tawny One is decked with tints. [4]
      Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling-place of sacrifice,
Oblation lovely and most dear. [5]
      To him in one unitcd stream th-,se songs flow on straight forward. he,
Loud voiced, has made the milch-kine low.

35 - Soma Pavamana

Pour forth on us abundant wealth, Pavamana, with your stream.
Wherewith you mayest find us light [1]
      Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow you on,
Bearer of wealth to us with might. [2]
      With you for hero, Valiant one! may we subdue our enemies:
Let what is precious flow to us. [3]
      Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power,
Discovering holy works and means. [4]
      Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purified
Soma, the Guardian of the folk; [5]
      On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi as he is purified.
The people all have set their hearts.

36 - Soma Pavamana

FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve:
The steed steps forward to the goal. [1]
      Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the gods, flow past the sieve,
Turned to the vat that drops with meath. [2]
      Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us.
Speed us to mental power and skill. [3]
      He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned,
Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth. [4]
      May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament
Upon the liberal worshipper. [5]
      You mountest to the height of heaven, Soma, seeking steeds and kine,
And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!

37 - Soma Pavamana

SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve,
Slaying the fiends, loving the gods. [1]
      Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent,
Bellowing, to his place of rest. [2]
      This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,
Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve. [3]
      This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge has made the Sun,
Together with the Sisters, shine. [4]
      This Vritra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, never deceived,
Has gone, as it were, to win the spoil. [5]
      Urged onward by the sage, the god speeds forward to the casks of wood,
Indu tIndra willingly.

38 - Soma Pavamana

THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes
To war that wins a thousand spoils. [1]
      The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One
Indu tIndra for his drink. [2]
      Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright
And beauteous for the gladdening draught. [3]
      He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.
Speeding like lover to his love. [4]
      This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,
This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve. [5]
      Poured for the draught, this tawny juice
flows forth, intelligent, crying out,
To the well-beloved place.

39 - Soma Pavamana

FLOW On, you of lofty thought, flow swift in your beloved form,
Saying, I go where dwell the gods. [1]
      Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
Make you the rain descend from heaven. [2]
      With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve,
Far-seeing, sending forth its light. [3]
      This is it which in rapid course has with the river's wave flowed down
From heaven upon the straining cloth. [4]
      Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath. [5]
      In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
Sit in the place of sacrifice.

40 - Soma Pavamana

THE Very Active has assailed, while purified, all enemies:
They deck the Sage with holy songs. [1]
      The Red has mounted to his place; tIndia, goes the mighty juice:
He settles in his firm abode. [2]
      Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side, Pour on us treasures thousandfold. [3]
      Soma Pavamana, bring, Indu, all splcndours hereward:
Find for us food in boundless store. [4]
      As you are cleansed, bring hero strength and riches to your worshipper,
And prosper you the singer's hymns. [5]
      Indu, Soma, being cleansed, bring here riches doublypiled,
Wealth, mighty Indu, meet for lauds.

41 - Soma Pavamana

ACTIVE and bright have they come forth, impetuous in speed like bulls,
Driving the black skin far away. [1]
      Quelling the riteless Dasyu, may we think upon the bridge of bliss,
Leaving the bridge of woe behind. [2]
      The mighty Pavamana's roar is heard as it were the rush of rain
Lightnings are flashing to the sky. [3]
      Pour out on us abundant food, when you are pressed, Indu wealth
In kine and gold and steeds and spoil. [4]
      Flow on your way, Most Active, you. fill full the mighty heavens and earth,
As Dawn, as Surya with his beams. [5]
      On every side, Soma, flow round us with your protecting stream,
As Rasa flows around the world.

42 - Soma Pavamana

ENGENDERING the Sun in floods, engendering heaven's lights, green-hued,
Robed in the waters and the milk, [1]
      According to primeval plan this Soma, with his stream, effused
Flows purely on, a God for gods. [2]
      For him victorious, waxen great, the juices with a thousand powers
Are purified for winning spoil. [3]
      Shedding the ancient fluid he is poured into the cleansing sieve:
He, thundering, has produced the gods. [4]
      Soma, while purifying, sends here all things to be desired,
He sends the gods who strengthen Law. [5]
      Soma, effused, pour on us wealth in kine, in heroes, steeds, and spoil,
Send us abundant store of food.

43 - Soma Pavamana

WE will enrobe with sacred song the Lovely One who, as a steed,
Is decked with milk for rapturous joy. [1]
      All songs of ours desiring grace adorn him in the ancient way,
Indu for Indra, for his drink. [2]
      Soma flows on when purified, beloved and adorned with songs,
Songs of the sage Medhyatithi. [3]
      Soma Pavamana, find exceeding glorious wealth for us,
Wealth, Indu, fraught with boundless might. [4]
      Like courser racing to the prize Indu, the lover of the gods,
Roars, as he passes, in the sieve. [5]
      Flow on your way to win us strength, to speed the sage who praises you:
Soma, bestow heroic power.

44 - Soma Pavamana

INDU, to us for this great rite, bearing as it were your wave to gods,
Unwearied, you are flowing forQh. [1]
      Pleased with the hymn, impelled by prayer, Soma is hurried far away,
The Wise One in the Singer's stream., [2]
      Watchful among the. gods, this juice advances to the cleansing sieve
Soma, most active, travels on. [3]
      Flow onward, seeking strength for us, embellishing the sacrifice:
The priest with trimmed grass calls you. [4]
      May Soma, ever bringing power to Bhaga and to Vayu, Sage
And hero, lead us to the gods. [5]
      So, to increase our wealth to-day, Inspirer, best of Furtherers,
Win for us strength and high renown.

45 - Soma Pavamana

FLOW, you who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the gods,
Indu, tIndra for his drink. [1]
      Stream to your embassy for us: you hastenest, for Indra, to
The gods, better than our friends. [2]
      We balm you, red of hue, with milk to fit you for the rapturous joy:
Unbar for us the doors of wealth. [3]
      He through the sieve has passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run
Indu belongs to the gods. [4]
      All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece:
Singers have chanted Indu's praise. [5]
      Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped you announcest to the man
Who worships you heroic strength.

46 - Soma Pavamana

LIKE able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of gods,
joying in mountains, flowing on. [1]
      To Vayu flow the soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful
Like a bride dowered by her sire. [2]
      Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of
juice, the somas rich in food,
Give strength tIndra with their work. [3]
      Deft-handed men, run here, seize the brilliant juices blent with meal,
And cook with milk the gladdening draught. [4]
      Thus, Soma, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us,
Giver oF ample opulence. [5]
      This Pavamana, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn,
The draught that shall make Indra glad.

47 - Soma Pavamana

GREAT as he was, Soma has gained strength by this high solemnity:
joyous he riss like a bull. [1]
      His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest:
He sternly reckons their debts. [2]
      Soon as his song of praise is born, the soma, Indra's juice, becomes
A thousand-winning thunderbolt. [3]
      Seer and Sustainer, he himself desirs riches for the sage
When he embellishs his songs. [4]
      Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war
You are upon the conquerors' side.

48 - Soma Pavamana

WITH sacrifice we seek to you kind Cherisher of manly might
In mansions of the lofty heavens; [1]
      Gladdening crusher of the bold, ruling with very mighty sway,
Destroyer of a hundred forts. [2]
      Hence, Sapient One! the falcon, strong of wing, unwearied, brought you down,
Lord over riches, from the sky. [3]
      That each may see the light, the Bird brought us the guard of Law, the friend
Of all, the speeder through the air. [4]
      And now, sent forth, it has attained to mighty power and majesty,
Most active, ready to assist.

49 - Soma Pavamana

Poust down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky,
And plenteous store of wholesome fbod. [1]
      Flow onward with that stream of yours, by which the cows have come to us,
The kine of strangers to our home. [2]
      Chief friend of gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with your stream,
Ppur down on us a flood of rain. [3]
      To give us vigour, with your stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth
For verily the gods will bear. [4]
      Onward has Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas,
Flashing out splendour as of old.

50 - Soma Pavamana

LOUD as a river's roaring wave your powers have lifted up themselves:
Urge on your arrow's sharpened point. [1]
      At your effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when you
Flowest upon the fleecy ridge. [2]
      On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One,
Even Pavamana, dropping meath. [3]
      Flow with your current to the sieve, Sage most powerful to cheer,
To seat you in the place of song. [4]
      Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,
Indu, for Indra, for his drink.

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