From the Hymns of the Rigveda, based on Ralph Griffith's translation of 1889, re-edited by Tormod Kinnes.
51 - Soma PavamanaADHVARYU, on the filter pour the soma juice expressed with stones,
And make it pure for Indra's drink. 
Pour out for Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven,, the soma's juice,
Most excellent, most rich in sweets. 
These gods and all the Marut host, Indu enjoy this juice of yours,
This Pavamana's flowing meath. 
For, Soma, you have been effused, strengthening for the wild carouse,
Steer, the singer, for our help. 
Flow with your stream, Far-sighted One, effused, into the cleansing sieve:
Flow on to give us strength and fame.
52 - Soma PavamanaWEALTH-WINNER, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice,
Flow to the filter when effused. 
So, in your ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams
Run over the fleecy straining-cloth. 
Him who is like a caldron shake: Indu, shake your gift to us
Shake it, armed Warrior! with your arms. 
Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men,
Of him who threatens us with war. 
Indu, Wealth-giver, with your help pour out for us a hundred, yea,
A thousand of your pure bright streams.
53 - Soma PavamanaYOU with stones for arms, your powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves:
Chase you the foes who compass us. 
You conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked:
With fearless heart will I sing praise. 
No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws:
Crush him who fain would fight with you. 
For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping steed,
Indu the bringer of delight.
54 - Soma PavamanaAFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from
The Sage who wins a thousand gifts. 
In aspect he is like the Sun; he runns forward to the lakes,
Seven currents flowing through the sky. 
He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist-
Soma, a God as Surya is. 
You, Indu, in your brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra's friend,
Wealth from the kine to feast the gods.
55 - Soma PavamanaPOUR on us with your juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,
And, Soma, all felicities. 
As your, Indu, is the praise, and your what springs from the juice,
Seat you on the dear sacred grass. 
And, finding for us kine and steeds, Soma, with your juice flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly. 
As one who conquers, never subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,
Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.
56 - Soma PavamanaSWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law,
Slaying the fiends, loving the gods. 
When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred ever-active streams
TIndra's friendship win theirway. 
Ten Dames have sung to welcome you, even as a maiden greets her love:
Soma, you are decked to win. 
Flow hereward, Indu, sweet tIndra and to Visnu: guard
The men, the singers, from distress.
57 - Soma PavamanaYOUR streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,
To bring a thousand stores of strength. 
He flows beholding on his way all wellbeloved sacred lore,
Green-tinted, brandishing his, arms. 
He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants.
Sits as a falcon in the, wood. 
So bring you hereward to us, Indu, while you are purified,
All treasures both of heaven and earth.
58 - Soma PavamanaSWIFT runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowing juice:
Swift runs this giver of delight. 
The Morning knows all precious things, the goddess knows her grace to man:
Swift runs this giver of delight. 
We have accepted thousands from Dhvasra's and Purusanti's hands:
Swift runs this giver of delight. 
From whom we have accepted thus thousands and three times ten beside:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
59 - Soma PavamanaFLOW onward, Soma, winning kine, and steeds, and all that gives delight:
Bring here wealth with progeny. 
Flow onward from the waters, flow, inviolable, from the plants:
Flow onward from the pressing-boards. 
Soma, as Pavamana, pass over all trouble and distress:
Sit on the sacred grass, a Sage. 
You, Pavamana, found light; you at your birth becamest great:
Indu, you are over all.
60 - Soma PavamanaSING forth and laud with sacred song most active Pavamana, laud
Indu who sees with thousand eyes. 
You who have thousand eyes to see, bearer of thousand burthens, they
Have filtered through the fleecy cloth. 
He, Pavamana, has streamed through the fleece then: he runs into the jars,
Finding his way tIndra's heart. 
That Indra may be bounteous, flow, most active Soma, for our weal:
Bring genial seed with progeny.
61 - Soma PavamanaFLOW onward, Indu, with this food for him who in your wild delight
Battered the nine-and-ninety down, 
Smote swiftly forts, and gambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga,
For pious Divodasa's sake. 
Finder of horses, pour on us horses and
wealth in kine and gold,
And, Indu, food in boundless store. 
We seek to win your friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing over
The limit of the cleansing sieve. 
With those same waves which in their stream oyerflow the purifying sieve,
Soma; be gracious to us. 
Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides,-for you canst,
Riches and food with hero sons. 
Him here, the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify
With the Adityas is he seen. 
With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with,the beams
Of Surya to the cleansing sieve. 
Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pusan flow
For Mitra and for Varuna. 
High is your juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it has obtained
Strong sheltering power and great renown. 
Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man,
Yea, all the glories of mankind. 
Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
For Varuna and the Marut host. 
The gods have come tIndu well-descended, beautified with milk,
The active crusher of the foe. 
Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him,
Yea, him who winns Indra's heart. 
Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk
Increase the sea that merits laud. 
From heaven has Pavamana made, as it were, the marvellous thunder, and
The lofty light of all mankind. 
The gladdening and auspicious juice of you, of Pavamana, King!
Flows over the woollen straining-cloth. 
Your juice, Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill,
Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see. 
Flow onward with that juice of yours most excellent, that brings delight,
Slaying the wicked, dear to gods. 
Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day,
Gainer are you of steeds and kine. 
Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,
Falcon-like resting in your home. 
Flow onward you who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vritra who
Compassed and stayed the mighty floods. 
Soma who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons:
Strengthen, as you are cleansed, our hymns. 
Aided by you, and through your grace, may we be slayers when we war:
Watch, Soma, at our solemn rites. 
Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma flowcth on,
Going tIndra's special place. 
Pavamana, here bring great riches, and destroy our foes:
Indu, grant heroic fame. 
A hundred obstacles have never checked
you when fain to give your boons,
When, being cleansed, you combatest. 
Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:
Drive all our enemies away. 
Indu, in this your friendship most lofty and glorious may we
Subdue all those who war with us. 
Those awful weapons that you have, sharpened at point to strike men down-
Guard us therewith from every foe.
62 - Soma PavamanaTHESE rapid Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying sieve
To bring us all felicities. 
Dispelling manifold mishap, giving the courser's progeny,
Yea, and the warrior steed, success. 
Bringing prosperity to kine, they make perpetual Ila flow
To us for noble eulogy. 
Strong, mountain-born, the stalk has been
pressed in the streams for rapturous joy:
Hawk-like he settles in his home. 
Fair is the god-loved juice; the plant is washed in waters, pressed by men
The milch-kine sweeten it with milk. 
As drivers deck a courser, so have they adorned the meath's juice for
Ambrosia, for the festival. 
You, Indu, with your streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for
Have settled in the cleansing sieve. 
So flow you onward through the fleece, for Indra flow, to be his drink,
Finding your home in vats of wood. 
As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk,
Indu, for the Angirases. 
Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana, sent to us
For lofty friendship, meditates. 
Queller of curses, mighty, with strong sway, this Pavamana shall
Bring treasures to the worshipper. 
Pour you on us thousandfold possessions, both of kine and steeds,
Exceeding glorious, much-desired. 
Wandering far, with wise designs, the juice here present is effused,
Made beautiful by living men. 
For Indra flows the gladdening drink, the measurer of the region, Sage,
With countless wealth and endless help. 
Born on the inountain, lauded here, Indu for Indra is set down,
As in her sheltering nest a bird. 
Pressed by the men, as it were to war has Soma Pavamana sped,
To test with might within the vats. 
That he may move, they yoke him to the three-backed triple-seated car
By the Seven Rsis' holy songs. 
Drive you that Tawny courser, you pressers, on his way to war,
Swift steed who carries off the spoil. 
Pouring all glories here, he, effused and entering the jar,
Stands like a hero mid the kine. 
Indu, the living men milk out the juice to make the rapturous draught:
gods for the gods milk out the meath. 
Pour for the gods into the sieve our Soma very rich in sweets,
Him whom the gods most gladly hear. 
Into his stream who gladdens best these soma juices have been poured,
Lauded with songs for lofty fame. 
You flowest to enjoy the milk, and bringest valour, being cleansed:
Winning the spoil flow hereward. 
And, hymned by Jamadagnis, let all nourishment that kine supply,
And general praises, flow to us. 
Soma, as leader of the song flow onward with your wondrous aids,
For holy lore of every kind. 
Do you as leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea,
Flow onward, you who movest all. 
Soma, you Sage, these worlds stand ready to attest your might:
For your behoof the rivers flow. 
Like showers of rain that fall from heaven your streams perpetually flow
To the bright fleece spread under them. 
For potent Indra purify Indu effectual and strong,
Enjoyment-giver, Mighty Lord. 
Soma, true, Pavamana, Sage, is seated in the cleansing sieve,
Giving his praiser hero strength.
63 - Soma PavananaPOUR hereward, Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength,
And keep renown secure for us. 
You makest food and vigour swell for Indra, best of gladdeners!
Within the cups you seatest you. 
For Indra and for Visnu poured, Soma has flowed into the jar:
May Vayu find it rich in sweets. 
These Somas swift and brown of hue, in stream of solemn sacrifice
Have flowed through twisted obstacles, 
Performing every noble work, active, augmenting Indra's strength,
Driving away the godless ones. 
Brown Soma-drops, effused that seek Indra, to their appropriate place
Flow through the region hereward. 
Flow onward with that stream of yours wherewith you gavest Surya light,
Urging on waters good to men. 
He, Pavamana, high over man yoked the Sun's courser Etasa
To travel through the realm of air. 
And those ten coursers, tawny-hued, he harnessed that the Sun might come
Indu, he said, is Indra's self. 
Hence, singers, pour the gladdeningjuice to Vayu and tIndra, pour
The drops on the fleecy cloth. 
Soma Pavamana, find wealth for us not to be assailed,
Wealth which the foeman may not win. 
Send riches here with your stream in thousands, both of steeds and kine,
Send spoil of war and high renown. 
Soma the god, expressed with stones, like Surya, flows on his way,
Pouring the juice within the jar. 
These brilliant drops have poured for us, in stream of solemn sacrifice,
Worshipful laws and strength in kine. 
Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the somas, blent with curdled milk,
Effused for Indra Thunder-armed. 
Soma, do you most rich in sweets, a gladdening drink most dear to gods,
Flow to the sieve to bring us wealth. 
For Indra, living men adorn the Tawny courser in the streams, Indu, the giver of delight. 
Pour for us, Soma, wealth in gold, in horses and heroic sons,
Bring here strength in herds of kine. 
For Indra pour you on the fleece him very sweet to taste, who longs.
For battle as it were in war. 
The singers, seeking help, adorn the Sage who must be decked with songs:
Loud bellowing the Steer comes on, 
The singers with their thoughts and hymns have, in the stream of sacrifice,
Caused Soma, active Steer, to roar. 
God, working with mankind, flow on; tIndra go your gladdening juice:
To Vayu mount as Law commands 
Soma, Pavamana, you pourest out wealth that brings renown:
Enter the lake, as one we love. 
Soma you flowest chasing foes and bringing wisdom and delight:
Drive off the folk who love not gods. 
The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of soma juice,
For holy lore of every kind. 
The Pavamanas have been shed, the beautiful swift Soma-drops,
Driving all enemies afar. 
From, heaven, from out the firmament, has Pavamana been effused
On the summit of the earth. 
Soma, Indu, very wise, drive, being purified, with your stream
All foes, all Raksasas away. 
Driving the Raksasas afar, Soma, bellowing, pour for us
Most excellent and splendid strength. 
Soma, do you secure for us the treasures of the earih and heaven,
Indu, all boons to be desired.
64 - Soma PavamanaSoma, you are a splendid Steer, a Steer, God, with steerlike sway:
You as a Steer ordainest laws. 
Steer-strong your might is as a steer's, steerstrong thywood, steer-like your drink
A Steer indeed, Steer, are you. 
You, Indu, as a vigorous horse, have neighed together steeds and kine:
Unbar for us the doors to wealth. 
Out of desire of cows and steeds and horses. potent Soma-drops,
Brilliant and swift, have been effused. 
They purified in both the hands, made beautiful by holy men,
Flow onward to the fleecy cloth. 
These soma juices shall pour forth all treasures for the worshipper
From heaven and earth and firmament. 
The streams of Pavamana, your, Finder of all, have been effused,
Even as Surya's rays of light. 
Making the light that shines from heaven you flowest on to every form
Soma, you swellest like a sea. 
Urged on you sendest out your voice, Pavamana; you have moved,
Like the god Surya, to the sieve. 
Indu, Enlightener, friend, has been purified by the sages' hymns:
So starts the charioteer his steed. 
Your God-delighting wave which has flowed to purifying seive,
Alighting in the home of Law. 
Flow to our sieve, a gladdening draught that has most intercourse with gods,
Indu, tIndra for his drink. 
Flow onward with a stream for food, made beautiful by sapient men:
Indu with sheen approach the milk. 
While you are cleansed, Song-Lover, bring comfort and vigour to the folk,
Poured, Tawny One! on milk and curds. 
Purified for the feast of gods, go you tIndra's special place,
Resplendent, guided by the strong. 
Accelerated by the hymn, the rapid drops of soma juice
Have flowed, urged onward, to the lake. 
Easily have the living drops, made beautiful, approached the lake,
Yea, to the place of sacrifice. 
Compass about, our faithful friend, all our possessions with your might:
Guard, hero like, our sheltering home. 
Loud neighs the courser Etasa, with singers, harnessed for the place,
Guided for travel to the lake. 
What time the Swift One rests in the golden place of sacrifice,
He leaves the foolish far away. 
The friends have sung in unison, the prudent wish to sacrifice:
Down sink the unintelligent. 
For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, you Indu, very rich in sweets,
To sit in place of sacrifice. 
Controlling priests and sages skilled in holy song adorn you well:
The living make you beautiful. 
Aryaman, Mitra, Varuna drink Pavamana's juice, yea, your:
Sage, the Maruts drink thereof. 
Soma, Indu, you while you are purified urgest onward speech.
Thousandfold, with the lore of hymns. 
Yea, Soma, Indu, while you are purified do you bring to us
Speech thousandfold that longs for war. 
Indu, Much-invoked, while you are purifying, as the friend.
Of these men enter you the lake. 
Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes brilliantly. And form that utters loud acclaim. 
Led by his drivers, and sent forth, the Strong steed has come nigh for spoil,
Like warriors when they stand arrayed. 
Specially, Soma, coming as a Sage from heaven to prosper us,
Flow like the Sun for us to see.
65 - Soma PavamanaTHE, glittering maids send Sura forth, the glorious sisters, close-allied,
Send Indu forth, their mighty Lord. 
Pervade, Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light,
God, coming here from the gods. 
Pour on us, Pavamana, rain, as service and rain praise for gods:
Pour all to be our nourishment. 
You are a Steer by lustre: we, Pavamana, faithfully
Call on you the Splendid One. 
Do you, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour on us heroic strength:
Indu, come bitherward. 
When you are cleansed with both the hands and dipped in waters, with the wood.
You comest to the gathering-place. 
Sing forth your songs, as Vyasva sang, to Soma Pavamana, to,
The Mighty One with thousand eyes; 
Whose coloured sap they drive with stones, the yellow meath-distilling juice,
Indu for Indra, for his drink. 
We seek to gain the friendly love of you that Strong and Mighty One,
Of you the winner of all wealth. 
Flow onward with your stream, a Steer, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord,
Winning all riches by your might. 
I send you forth to battle from the press, Pavamana, Strong,
Sustainer, looker on the light. 
Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawny-coloured, with your stream
Incite to battle your ally. 
Indu, visible to all pour out for us abundant food:
Soma, be you our prosperer. 
The pitchers, Indu, with your streams have sung aloud in vigorous might
Enter them, and let Indra drink. 
you whose potent gladdening juice they milk out with the stones, flow on,
Destroyer of our enemies. 
King Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf,
To travel through the firmament. 
Bring us, Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds,
The gift of fortune for our help. 
Pressed for the banquet of the gods, Soma, bring us might, and speed,
Like beauty for a brilliant show. 
Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the wooden vats,
Falcon-like resting in your home. 
Soma, the Water-winner flows tIndra, Vayu, Varuna,
To Visnu and the Marut host. 
Soma , bestowing food on our progeny, from every sides,
Pour on us riches thousandfold 
The soma juices which have been expressed afar or near at hand,
Or there on Saryanavan's bank, 
Those pressed among Arjikas, pressed among the active, in men's homes,
Or pressed among the Races Five. 
May these celestial drops, expressed, pour forth on us, as they flow,
Rain from the heavens apd hero strength. 
Urged forward over the ox-hide flows the Lovely One of tawny hue,
Lauded by Jamadagni's song. 
Like horses urged to speed, the drops, bright, stirring vital power, when blent
With milk, are beautified in streams. 
So they who toil with juices send you forward for the gods' repast:
So with this splendour flow you on. 
We choose to-day that chariot-steed of yours, the Strong, that brings us bliss,
The Guardian, the desire of all, 
The Excellent, the Gladdener, the Sage with heart that understands,
The Guardian, the desire of all; 
Who for ourselves, you Most Wise, is wealth and fair intelligence,
The Guardian, the desire of all.
66 - Soma PavamanaFOR holy lore of every sort, flow onward you whom all men love.
A friend to be besought by friends. 
Over all you rulest with these Two which, Soma Pavamana, stand,
Turned, as your stations, hereward. 
Wise Soma Pavamana, you encompassest on every side
Your stations as the seasons come. 
Flow onward, generating food, for precious boons of every kind,
A friend for friends, to be our help. 
On the lofty ridge of heaven your bright rays with their essences,
Soma, spread purifying power. 
Soma, these Seven Rivers flow, as being your, to give command:
The Streams of milk run forth to you. 
Flow onward, Soma in a stream, effused to gladden Indra's heart,
Bringing imperishable fame. 
Driving you in Vivasvan's course, the Seven Sisters with their hymns
Made melody round you the Sage. 
The virgins deck you over fresh streams to drive you to the sieve when you,
A singer, bathest in the wood. 
The streams of Pavamana, your, Sage, Mighty One, have pouredthem forth.
Like coursers eager for renown. 
They have been poured on the fleece towards the meath-distilling vat:
The holy songs have sounded forth. 
Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of soma juice have reached the lake,
Have reached the place of sacrifice. 
Indu, to our great delight the running waters flow to us,
When you will robe yourself in milk. 
In this your friendship, and with you to help us, fain to sacrifice,
Indu, we crave your friendly love. 
Flow on, Soma, for the great Viewer of men, for gain of Idne
Enter you intIndra's throat. 
Best are you, Soma, of the great, Strongest of strong ones, Indu: you
As Warrior ever have prevailed. 
Mightier even than the strong, more valiant even than the brave,
More libpral than the bountiful, 
Soma, as Sura, bring us food, win offspring of our bodies: we
Elect you for our friendship, we elect you for companionship. 
Agni, you pourest life; send down on us food and vigorous strength;
Drive you misfortune far away, 
Agni is Pavamana, Sage, Chief priest of all the Races Five:
To him whose wealth is great we pray. 
Skilled in your task, Agni, pour splendour with hero strength on us,
Granting me wealth that nourishes. 
Beyond his enemies away to sweet praise Pavamana flows,
Like Surya visible to all. 
Adorned by living men, set forth for entertainment, rich in food,
Far-sighted Indu is a steed. 
He, Pavamana, has produced the lofty Law, the brilliant light,
Destroying darkness black of hue. 
From tawny Pavamana, the Destroyer, radiant streams have sprung,
Quick streams from him whose gleams are swift. 
Best rider of the chariot, praised with fairest praise mid beauteous ones,
Gold-gleaming with the Marut host, 
May Pavamana, best to win the booty, penetrate with rays,
Giving the singer hero strength. 
Over the fleecy sieve has flowed the drop effused: tIndra comes
Indu while he is purified 
This Soma, through the pressing-stones, is sporting on the oxhide, and
Summoning Indra to the draught. 
Pavamana, bless us, so that we may live, with that bright milk
Of yours which has been brought from heaven.
67 - Soma and OthersYOU, Soma, have a running stream, joyous, most strong at sacrifice:
Flow bounteously bestowing wealth. 
Effused as cheerer of the men, flowing best gladdener, you are
A Prince tIndra with your juice. 
Poured forth by pressing-stones, do you with loud roar send us in a stream
Most excellent illustrious might. 
Indu, urged forward, flows through the fleecy cloth: the Tawny One
With his loud roar has brought as strength. 
Indu, you flowest through the fleece, bringing felicities and fame,
And, Soma, spoil and wealth in kine. 
Here, Indu, bring us wealth in steeds and cattle hundredfold:
Bring wealth, Soma, thousandfold. 
In purifying, through the sieve the rapid drops of'soma juice
Come nigh tIndra in their course. 
For Indra flows excellent Indu, the noblest soma juice
The Living for the Living One. 
The glittering maids send Sura forth they with their song have sung aloud
To Pavamana dropping meath. 
May Pusan, drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths
Bestow on us our share of maids. 
This Soma flows like gladdening oil for him who wears the braided locks:
He shall give us our share of maids. 
This soma juice, glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for you:
He shall give us our share of maids. 
Flow onward, Soma, in your stream, begetter of the sages' speech:
Wealth-giver among gods are you. 
The falcon dips within the jars: he wrap.him in his robe and goes
Loud roaring to the vats of wood. 
Soma, your juice has been effused and poured into the pitcher: like
A rapid hawk it rushes on. 
For Indra flow most rich in sweets, Soma, bringing him delight. 
They were sent forth to feast the gods, like chariots that display their strength. 
Brilliant, best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vayu forth. 
Bruised by the press-stones and extolled, Soma, you goest to the sieve,
Giving the worshipper hero strength. 
This juice bruised by the pressing-stones and lauded passes through the sieve,
Slayer of demons, through the fleece. 
Pavamana, drive away the danger, whether near at hand
Or far remote, that finds me here. 
This day may Pavamana cleanse us with his purifying power,
Most active purifying priest. 
Agni, with the cleansing light diffused through all your fiery glow,
Purify you this prayer of ours. 
Cleanse us with your own cleansing power, Agni, that is bright with flame,
And by libations poured to you. 
Savitar, God, by both of these, libation, purifying power,
Purify me on every side. 
Cleanse us, God Savitar, with Three, Soma, with sublimest forms,
Agni, with forms of power and might. 
May the gods' company make me clean, and Vasus make rue pure by song.
Purify me, you General gods; Jatavedas, make me pure. 
Fill yourself full of juice, flow forth, Soma, you with all your stalks,
The best oblation to the gods. 
We with our homage have approached the friend who seeks our wondering praise,
Young, strengthener of the solemn rite. 
Lost is Alayya's axe. Soma, God do you send it back here in your flow
Even, Soma, God, if it were a mole. 
The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,
Tastes food completely purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's touch.
32 Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,
Sarasvati draws forth for him water and butter, milk and meath.
68 - Soma PavamanaTHE drops of soma juice like cows who yield their milk have flowed forth, rich in meath, to the Shining One,
And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the udders stream. 
He bellows with a roar arourd the highest twigs: the Tawny One is sweetened as he breaks them up.
Then passing through the sieve into the ample room, the god throws off the dregs according to his wish. 
The gladdening drink that measured out the meeting Twins fills full with milk the Eternal Ever-waxing Pair.
Bringing to light the Two great Regions limitless, moving above them he gained sheen that never fades. 
Wandering through, the Parents, strengthening the floods, the Sage makes his place swell with his own native might.
The stalk is mixed with grain: he comes led by the men together with the sisters, and preserves the Head. 
With energetic intellect the Sage is born, deposited as germ of Law, far from the Twins.
They being young at first showed visibly distinct the Creature that is half-concealed and half-exposed. 
The sages knew the form of him the Gladdener, what time the falcon brought the plant from far away.
Him who assures success they beautified in streams, the stalk who yearned therefore, mighty and meet for praise. 
Together with the Rsis, with their prayers and hymns ten women deck you, Soma, friendly when effused.
Led by the men, with invocations of the gods, through the fleece, you have given us strength to win the spoil. 
Songs resonant with praise have celebrated him. Soma, friend, springing forth with his fair company.
Even him who rich in meath, with undulating stream, Winnner of Wealth, immortal, sends his voice from heaven, 
He sends it into all the region forth from heaven. Soma, while he is filtcred, settles in the jars.
With milk and waters is he decked when pressed with stones: Indu, when purified, shall find sweet rest and room. 
Even thus poured forth How on your way, Soma, vouchsafing us most manifold lively vigour.
We will invoke benevolent Earth and Heaven. Give us, you gods, riches with noble heroes.
69 - Soma PavamanaLAID like an arrow on the bow the hymn has been loosed like a young calf to the udder of its dam.
As one who coms first with full stream she is milked the soma is impelled to this man's holy rites. 
The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth;
And Pavamana, like the shout of combatants, the drop rising in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece. 
He flows about the sheep-skin, longing for a bride: he looses Aditi's Daughters for the worshipper.
The sacred drink has come, gold-tinted, well-restrained: like a strong Bull he shines, whetting his manly might. 
The Bull is bellowing; the Cows are coming nigh: the goddesses approach the god's own resting-place.
Onward has Soma passed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and has, as it were, endued a garment newly washed. 
The golden-hued, immortal, newly bathed, puts on a brightly shining vesture that is never harmed.
He made the ridge of heaven to be his radiant robe, by sprinkling of the bowls from moisture of the sky. 
Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, that cheer and send to sleep, together rush they forth,
These swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure. 
As down the steep slope of a river to the vale, drawn from the Steer the swift strong draughts have found a way.
Well be it with the men and cattle in our home. May powers, Soma, may the people stay with us. 
Pour out on us wealth in goods, in gold, in steeds, in cattle and in corn, and great heroic strength.
You, Soma, are my Fathers, lifted up on high as heads of heaven and makers of the strength of life. 
These Pavamanas here, these drops of soma, tIndra have sped forth like cars to booty.
Effused, they pass the cleansing fleece, while, gold-hued, they cast their covering off to pour the rain down. 
Indu, flow you on for lofty Indra, flow blameless, very gracious, foe-destroyer.
Bring splendid treasures to the man who lauds you. Heaven and Earth, with all the gods protect. us.
70 - Soma PavamanaTHE three times seven Milch-kine in the eastern heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine milky draught.
Four other beauteous Creatures has he made for his adornment, when he waxed in strength through holy rites. 
Longing for lovely Amrta, by his wisdom he divided, each apart from other, earth and heaven.
He gladly wrapped himself in the most lucid floods, when through their glory they found the god's resting-place. 
May those his brilliant rays he ever free from death, inviolate, for both classes of created things,-
Rays wherewith powers of men and gods are purified. Yea, even for this have sageswelcomed him as King. 
He, while he is adorned by the ten skilful ones, that he too in the Midmost Mothers may create,
While he is watching over the lovely Amrta's ways, looks on both races as Beholder of mankind. 
He, while he is adorned to stream forth mighty strength, rejoices in his place between the earth and heaven.
The Steer dispels the evil-hearted with his might, aiming at offerings as an archer at the game. 
Beholding, as it were, Two Mother Cows, the Steer goes roaring on his way even as the Maruts roar.
Knowing Eternal Law, the earliest light of heaven, he, passing wise, was chosen out to tell it forth. 
The fearful Bull is bellowing with violent might, far-sighted, sharpening his yellowcoloured horns.
Soma assumes his seat in the well-fashioned place: the cowhide and the sheepskin are his ornament. 
Bright, making pure his body free from spot and stain, on the sheep's back the Golden-coloured has flowed down.
Acceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, he is prepared as threefold meal by skilful men. 
Flow on for the god's banquet, Soma, as a Steer, and enter Indra's heart, the soma's reservoir.
Bear us beyond misfortune ere we be oppres. sed. the man who knows the land directs the man who asks. 
Urged like a car-steed flow to strength, Soma: Indu, flow onward to the throat of Indra.
Skilled, bear us past, as in a boat over water: as battling hero save us from the foeman.
71 - Soma Pavamana,THE guerdon is bestowed: the Mighty takes his Seat, and, ever-Watchful, guards from fiend and evil sprite.
Gold-hued, he makes the cloud his diadem, the milk his carpet in both worlds, and prayer his robe of state. 
Strong, bellowing, he goes, like one who slays the folk; he lets this hue of Asuras flow off from him,
Throws off his covering, seeks his father's meeting-place, and thus makes for himself the bright robe he assumes. 
Onward he flows, from both the hands, pressed out with stones: excited by the prayer, the water makes him wild.
He frolics and draws near, completes his work with song, and bathes in streams to satisfy the worshipper. 
They pour out meath around the Master of the house, Celestial Strengthener of the mountain that gives might;
In whom, through his great powers, oblation-eating cows in their uplifted udder mix their choicest milk. 
They, the ten sisters, on the lap of Aditi, have sent him forward like a car from both the arms.
He wanders and comes near the Cow's mysterious place, even the place which his inventions have produced. 
Like as a falcon to his home, so speeds the god to his own golden wisely-tashioned place to rest.
With song they urge the darling to the sacred grass: the Holy One goes like a courser to the gods. 
From far away, from heaven, the redhued noted Sage, Steer of the triple height, has sung to the kine.
With thousand guidings he, leading this way and that, shines, as a singer, splendidly through many a morn. 
His covering assumes a radiant hue; wherever he comes into the fight he drives the foe afar.
The Winner of the Floods, with food he seeks the host of heaven, he comes to praises glorified with milk. 
Like a bull roaming round the herds he bellows: he has assumed the brilliancy of Surya.
Down to the earth has looked the heavenly Falcon: Soma with wisdom views all living creatures.
72 - Soma PavamanaTHEY cleanse the Gold-hued: like a red steed is he yoked, and Soma in the jar is mingled with the milk.
He sends out his voice, and many loving friends of him the highly lauded hasten with their songs. 
The many sages utter words in unison, while intIndra's throat they pour the soma juice,
When, with the ten that dwell together closely joined, the men whose hands are skilful cleanse the lovely meath. 
He goes on his way, unresting, to the cows, over the roaring sound which Sarya's Daughter loves.
The falcon brought it to him for his own delight: now with the twofold kindred sisters is his home. 
Washed by the men, stone-pressed, dear on the holy grass, faithful to seasons, Lord of cattle from of old,
Most liberal, completing sacrifice for men, Indra, pure bright Soma, Indu, flows for you. 
Indra, urged by arms of men and poured in streams, Soma flows on for you after.his godlike kind.
Plans you fulfillest, gatherest thoughts for sacrifice: in the bowls sits the Gold-hued like a roosting bird. 
Sages well-skilled in work, intelligent, drain out the stalk that roars, the Sage, the Everlasting One.
The milk, the hymns unite them with him in the place of sacrifice, his seat who is produced anew. 
Earth's central point, sustainer of the mighty heavens, distilled into the streams, into the waters' wave,
As Indra's thunderbolt, Steer with farspreading wealth, Soma is flowing on to make the heart rejoice. 
Over the earthly region flow you on your way, helping the praiser and the pourer, you Most Wise.
Let us not lack rich treasure reaching to our home, and may we clothe ourselves in manifold bright wealth. 
Here, Indu, to us a hundred gifts of steeds, a thousand gifts of cattle and of gold,
Measure you forth, yea, splendid ample strengthening food do you, Pavamana, heed this laud of ours.
73 - Soma PavamanaTHEY from the spouting drop have sounded at the rim: naves speed together to the place of sacrifice.
That Asura has formed, to seize, three lofty heights. The ships of truth have borne the pious man across. 
The strong Steers, gathering, have duly stirred themselves,and over the stream's wave the friends sent forth the song.
Engendering the hymn, with flowing streams of meath, Indra's dear body have they caused to wax in strength. 
With sanctifying gear they sit around the song: their ancient Father guards their holy work from harm.
Varuna has overspread the mighty sea of air. Sages had power to hold him in sustaining floods. 
Sweet-tongued, exhaustless, they have sent their voices down togetlier, in heaven's vault that pours a thousand streams.
His wildly-restless warders never close an eye: in every place are found the bonds that bind man last. 
Over Sire and Mother they have roared in unison bright with the verse of praise, burning up riteless men,
Blowing away with supernatural might from earth and from the heavens the swarthy skin which Indra hates. 
Those which, as guides of song and counsellors of speed, were manifested from their ancient dwelling place,
From these the eyeless and the deaf have turned aside: the wicked travel not the pathway of the Law. 
What time the filter with a thousand streams is stretched, the thoughtful sages purify their song therein.
Bright-coloured are their spies, vigorous, void of guile, excellent, fair to see, beholders of mankind. 
Guardian of Law, most wise, he may not be deceived: three Purifiers has he set within his heart.
With wisdom he beholds all creatures that exist: he drives into the pit the hated riteliess ones. 
The thread of sacrifice spun in the cleansing sieve, on Varuna's tongue-tip, by supernatural might,
This, by their striving, have the prudent ones attained: he who has not this power shall sink into the pit.
74 - Soma PavamanaBORN like a youngling he has clamoured in the wood, when he, the Red, the Strong, would win the light of heaven.
He comes with heavenly seed that makes the water swell: him for wide-spreading shelter we implore with prayer. 
A far-extended pillar that supports the sky the soma-stalk, filled full, moves itself every way.
He shall bring both these great worlds while the rite proceeds: the Sage holds these who move! together and all food. 
Wide space has he who follows Aditi's right path, and mighty, well-made food, meath blent with soma juice;
He who from hence commands the rain, Steer of the kine, Leader of floods, who helps us hence, who claims our laud. 
Butter and milk are drawn from animated cloud; thence Amrta is produced, centre of sacrifice.
Hini the Most Bounteous Ones, ever united, love; him as ouir friend the Men who make all swell rain down. 
The soma-stalk has roared, following with the wave: he swells with sap for man the skin which gods enjoy.
On the lap of Aditi he lays the germ, by means whereof we gain children and progeny. 
In the third region which distils a thousand streams, may the Exhaustless Ones descend with procreant power.
The kindred Four have been sent downward from the heavens: dropping with oil they bring Amrta and sacred gifts. 
Soma assumes white colour when he strives to gain: the bounteous Asura knows full many a precious boon.
Down the steep slope, through song, he comes to sacrifice, and he will burst the water-holding cask of heaven, 
Yea, to the shining milk-anointed beaker, as to his goal, has stepped the conquering courser.
Pious-souled men have sent their giffi of cattle to Kaksivan of the hundred winters. 
Soma, your juice when you are blended with the streams, flows, Pavamana, through the long wool of the sheep.
So, cleansed by sages. best giver of delight, grow sweet for Indra, Pavamana! for his drink.
75 - Soma PavamanaGRACIOUSLY-MINDED he is flowing on his way to win dear names over which the Youthful One grows great.
The Mighty and Far-seeing One has mounted now the mighty Surya's car which moves to every side. 
The Speaker, unassailable Master of this hymn, the Tongue of sacrifice pours forth the pleasant meath.
Within the lustrous region of the heavens the Son makes the third secret name of Mother and of Sire. 
Sending forth flashes he has bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir.
The milky streams of sacrifice have sung to him: he of the triple height shines brightly through the morns. 
Pressed by the stones, with hymns, and graciously inclined, illuminating both the Parents, Heaven and Earth,
He flows in ordered season onward through the flee, a current of sweet juice still swelling day by day. 
Flow onward, Soma, flow to bring prosperity: cleansed by the men, invest you with the milky draught.
What gladdening drinks you have, foaming, exceeding strong, even with these incite Indra to give us wealth.
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