From the Hymns of the Rigveda, based on Ralph Griffith's translation of 1889, re-edited by Tormod Kinnes.
76 - Soma PavamanaON flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.
The Gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, impetuously winneth splendour in the streams. 
He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for the kine.
Indu, while stimulating India's might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task. 
Soma, as you are purified with flowing wave, exhibiting your strength enter you Indra's throat.
Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us, as it were through song. 
Onward he flows, the King of all that sees the light: the Rsis' Lord has raised the song of sacrifice;
Even he who is adorned with Surya's arrowy beam, Father of hymns, whose wisdom is beyond our reach. 
Like as a bull to herds, you flow to the pail, bellowing as a steer on the water's lap.
So, best of Cheerers, you for Indra flow on that we, with your protection, may overcome in fight.
77 - Soma PavamanaMORE beauteous than the beautiful, as Indra's bolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, has clamoured in the vat.
Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow to him like milch-kine, lowing, with their milk. 
On flows that Ancient One whom, hereward, from heaven, sped through the region of the air, the falcon snatched.
He, quivering with alarm and terrified in heart before bow-armed Krsanu, holds fast the sweet. 
May those first freshest drops of soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us mighty strength in kine.
Beauteous as serpents, worthy to be looked on, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased. 
May that much-lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well-knowing, fight against our enemies.
He who has brought the germ beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely-opened stall of kine. 
The active potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuna whom the forward man can never deceive.
Mitra, the Holy, has been pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd,
78 - Soma PavamanaRAISING his voice the King has flowed on his way: invested with the waters he would win the kine.
The fleece retains his solid parts as though impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks the special place of gods. 
You, Soma, art effused for Indra by the men, balmed in the wood as wave, Sage, Viewer of mankind.
Full many are the paths whereon you mayest go: a thousand bay steeds have you resting in the bowls. 
Apsarases who dwell in waters of the sea, sitting within, have flowed to Soma wise of heart.
They urge the Master of the house on his way, and to the Eternal Pavamana pray for bliss. 
Soma flows on for u's as winner of the kine, winner of thousands, cars, water, and light, and gold;
He whom the gods have made a gladdening draught to drink, the drop most sweet to taste, weal-bringing, red of hue. 
Soma, as Pavamana you, our faithful friend, making for us these real treasures, flow on.
Slay you the enemy both near and,far away: grant us security and ample pasturage.
79 - Soma PavamanaSPONTANEOUS let our drops of soma juice flow on, pressed, golden-hued, among the gods of lofty heaven.
Perish among us they who give no gifts of food! perish the godless! May our prayers obtain success. 
Forward to us the drops, distilling meath, shall flow, like riches for whose sake we urge the horses on.
Beyond the crafty hindering of all mortal men may we continually bear precious wealth away. 
Yea, yerily, foe of hate shown to himself is he, yea, verity, destroyer too of other hate.
As thirst subdus in the desert, conquer you, Soma Pavarnana, men of evil thoughts. 
Near kin to you is he, raised loftiest in the heavens: on the earth's high ridge your scions have grown forth.
The press-stones chew and crunch you on the ox's hide: sages have milked you with their hands into the streams. 
So do they hurry on your strong and beauteous juice, Indu, as the first ingredient of the draught.
Bring low, you Pavamana, every single foe, and be your might shown forth as sweet and gladdening drink.
80 - Soma PavamanaON flows the stream of soma who beholds mankind: by everlasting Law he calls the gods from heaven.
He lightens with the roaring of Br aspati: h the lakes have not contained the pourings of juice. 
You, powerful Soma, you to whom the cows have -lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, your iron-fashioned home.
You, lengthening our princes' life and high renown, flow for Indra as his might to gladdening drink. 
Best giver of delight, he flows tIndra's throat, robing himself in might, Auspicious One, for fame.
He spreads himself abroad to meet all things that be: the vigorous Tawny steed flows sporting on his way. 
The men, the ten swift fingers, milk you out for gods, even you most rich in meath, with thousand flowing streams.
Soma who winnest thousands, driven by the men, expressed with stones, bring, as you flow, all the gods. 
Deft-handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain you into waters, you, the Steer enriched with sweets.
You, Soma, gladdening Indra, and the Heavenly Host, flow as Pavamana like a river's wave.
81 - Soma PavamanaONWARD tIndra's throat move, beauteously adorned, the waves of soma as he purifies himself,
When they, brought forward with the lovely curd of kine, effused, have cheered the hero to bestow his gifts. 
Here has Soma flowed to the beakers, like a chariot-horse, a stallion swift on his way.
Thus, knowing both the generations, he obtains the rights and dues of gods from yonder and from hence. 
While you are cleansed, Soma, scatter wealth on us; Indu, bestow great bounty as a liberal Prince.
Giver of life, with wisdom help to opulence; strew not our home possessions far away from us. 
Here let Pusan Pavamana come to us, Varuna, Mitra, bountiful, of one accord,
The Maruts, Asvins, Vayu, and Brihaspati, Savitar, Tvastar, tractable Sarasvati. 
Both Heaven and Earth, the all-invigorating Pair, Vidhatar, Aditi, and Aryaman the god,
Bhaga who blesses men, the spacious Firmament,-let all the gods in Pavamana take delight.
82 - Soma PavamanaEVEN as a King has Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the Wondrous One has bellowed to the kine.
While purified he passes through the filtering fleece to seat him hawk-like on the place that drops with oil. 
To glory goest you, Sage with disposing skill, like a groomed steed you rusbest forward to the prize.
Soma, be you gracious, driving off distress: you goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state. 
Parjanya is the Father of the Mighty Bird: on mountains, in earth's centre has he made his home.
The waters too have flowed, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite. 
You give pleasure as a wife delights her lord. Listen, Child of Pajri, for to you I speak.
Amid the holy songs go on that we may live: in time of trouble, Soma, watch you free from blame. 
As to the men of old you camest, Indu unharmed, to strengthen, winning hundreds, thousands,
So now for new felicity flow onward: the waters follow as your law ordaineth.
83 - Soma PavamanaSPREAD is your cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as Prince, you enterest its limbs from every side.
The raw, whose mass has not been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it. 
High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering with light.
The Swift Ones favour him who purifis this: with consciousness they stand on the height of heaven. 
The foremost spotted Steer has made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be.
By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ, 
Gandharva verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the gods.
Lord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath. 
Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, you corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of gods.
King, on your chariot-sieve you goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.
84 - Soma PavamanaFLOW, cheering gods, most active, winner of the flood, for Indra, and for Vayu, and for Varuna.
Bestow on us to-day wide room with happiness, and in tbine ample dwelling laud the Host of Heaven. 
He who has come anear to creatures that have life, immortal Soma flows onward to all of them.
Effecting, for our aid, both union and release, Indu, like Surya, follows closely after Dawn. 
He who is poured with milk, he who within the plants hastes bringing treasure for the happiness of gods,
He, poured forth in a stream flows with the lightning's flash, Soma who gladdens Indra and the Host of Heaven. 
Winner of thousands, he, this Soma, flows along, raising a vigorous voice that wakens with the dawn.
Indu with winds drives on the ocean of the air, he sinks within the jars, he rests in Indra's heart. 
The kine with milk dress him who makes the milk increase, Soma, amid the songs, who finds the light of heaven.
Winner of wealth, the effectual juice is flowing on, Singer and Sage by wisdom, dear as heaven itself.
85 - Soma PavamanaFLOW on tIndra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together with the fiends.
Let not the double-tongued delight them with your juice. here be your flowing drops laden with opulence. 
Pavamana, urge us forward in the fight you are the vigour of the gods, the well-loved drink.
Smite you our enemies who raise the shout of joy: Indra, drink soma juice, and drive away our foes. 
Unharmed, best Cheerer, you, Indu, flow on: you, even you yourself, art Indra's noblest food.
Full many a wise man lifts to you the song of praise, and hails you with a kiss as Sovran of this world. 
Wondrous, with hundred streams, hymned in a thousand songs, Indu pours out for Indra his delightrul meath.
Winning us land and waters, flow you hereward: Rainer of bounties, Soma, make broad way for us. 
Roaring within the beaker you are balmed with milk: you passest through the fleecy filter all at once.
Carefully cleansed and decked like a prizewinning steed, Soma, you have flowed down within Indra's throat. 
Flow onward sweet of flavour for the Heavenly Race, for Indra sweet, whose name is easily invoked:
Flow sweet for Mitra, Varuna, and Vayu, rich in meath, inviolable for Brihaspati. 
Ten rapid fingers deck the courser in the jar: with hymns the holy singers send their voices forth.
The filtering juices hasten to their eulogy, the drops that gladden find their way tIndra's heart. 
While you are purified pour on us hero strength, great, far-extended shelter, spacious pasturage.
Let no oppression master this our holy work: may we, Indu, gain all opulence through you. 
The Steer who sees afar has risen above the sky: the Sage has caused the lights of heaven to give their shine.
The. King is passing through the filter with a roar: they drain the milk of heaven from him who looks on men. 
High in the vault of heaven, unceasing, honey-tongued, the Loving Ones drain out the mountain-haunting Steer,
The drop that has grown great in waters, in the lake meath-rich, in the stream's wave and in the cleansing sieve. 
The Loving Ones besought with many voices the Eagle who had flown away to heaven.
Hymns kiss the Youngling worthy of laudation, resting on earth, the Bird of golden colour. 
High to heaven's vault has the Gandharva risen, beholding all his varied forms and figures.
His ray has shone abroad with gleaming splendour: pure, he has lighted both the worlds, the Parents.
86 - Soma PavamanaYOUR gladdening draughts, Pavamana, urged by song flow swiftly of themselves like sons of fleet-foot mares.
The drops of soma juice, those eagles of the heavens, most cheering, rich in meath, rest in the reservoir. 
As rapid chariot-steeds, so turned in several ways have your exhilarating juices darted forth,
Soma-drops rich in meath, waves, to the Thunder-armed, tIndra, like milch-kine who seek their calf with milk. 
Like a steed urged to battle, finder of the light; speed onward to the cloud-born reservoir of heaven,
A Steer that over the woolly surface seeks the sieve, Soma while purified for Indra's nourishment. 
Fleet as swift steeds, your drops, divine, thought-swift, have been, Pavamana, poured with milk into the vat.
The Rsis have poured in continuous soma drops, ordainers who adorn you, friend whom Rsis love. 
you who seest all things, Sovran as you are and passing strong, your rays encompass all abodes.
Pervading with your natural powers you flow on, and as the whole world's Lord, Soma, you are King. 
The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven, his ensigns who is ever steadfast, travel round.
When on the sieve the Golden-hued is cleansed, he rests within the vats as one who seats him in his place. 
Served with fair rites he flows, ensign of sacrifice: Soma advances to the special place of gods.
He speeds with thousand currents to the reservoir, and passes through the filter bellowing as a bull. 
The Sovran dips him in the seain and the streams, and set in rivers with the waters' wave moves on.
High heaven's Sustainer at the central point of earth, raised on the fleecy surface Pavamana stands. 
He on whose high decree the heavens and earth depend nath roared and thundered like the summit of the sky.
Soma flows on obtaining Indra's friendly love, and, as they purify him, settles in the jars. 
He, light of sacrifice distils delicious meath, most wealthy, Father and begetter of the gods.
He, gladdening, best of Cheerers, juice!hat Indra loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and heaven. 
The vigorous and far-seeing one, the Lord of heaven, flows, shouting 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. 
In forefront of the rivers Pavamana speeds, in forefront of the hymn, foremost among the kine.
He shares the mighty booty in the van of war: the well-armed Steer is purified by worshippers. 
This heedful Pavamana, like a bird sent forth, has with his wave flowed onward to the fleecy sieve.
Indra, through your wisdom, b your thought, Sage, Soma flows bright and pure between the earth and heaven. 
He, clad in mail that reaches heaven, the Holy One, filling the firmament stationed amid the worlds,
Knowing. the realm of light, has come to us in rain: he summons to himself his own primeval Sire. 
He who was first of all to penetrate his form bestowed on his race wide shelter and defence.
From that high station which he has in loftiest heaven he comes victorious to all encounters here. 
Indu has started for Indra's special place and slights not as a friend the promise of his friend.
Soma speeds onward like a youth to youtlitial maids, and gains the beaker by a course of bundred paths. 
Your songs, exhilarating, tuneful, uttering praise, are come into the placns where the people meet.
Worshippers have exalted Soma with their hymns, and milch kine have come near to meet him with their milk. 
Soma, Indu, while they cleanse you, pour on us accumulateds Plentiful, nutritious food,
Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched with store of nourishment, and strength, and Meath. 
Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the Furtherer of day, of morning, and of heaven.
Mixt with the streams he caused the beakers to resound, and with the singers' aid they entered Indra's heart. 
On, with the prudent singers, flows the ancient Sage and guided by the men has roared about the vats.
Producing Trita's name, may he pour forth the meath, that Vayu and that Indra may become his friends. 
He, being purified, has made the Mornings shine: this, even this is he who gave the rivers room.
He made the Three Times Seven pour out the milky flow: Soma, the Cheerer, yields whatever the heart finds sweet. 
Flow, onward, Soma, in your own celestial forms, flow, Indu, poured within the beaker and the sieve.
Sinking into the throat of Indra with a roar, led by the men you madest Surya mount to heaven. 
Pressed out with stones you flow onward to the sieve, Indu, entering the depths of Indra's throat.
Far-sighted Soma, now you lookest on mankind: you did unbar the cowstall for the Angirases. 
In you, Soma, while you purifitedst you, high-thoughted sages, seeking favour, have rejoiced.
Down from the heavens the falcon brought you hereward, even you, Indu, you whom all our hymns adorn. 
Seven Milch-kine glorify the Tawny-coloured One while with his wave in wool he purifies himself.
The living men, the mighty, have impelled the Sage into the waters' lap, the place of sacrifice. 
Indu, attaining purity, plunges through the foe, making Ilis ways all easy for the pious man.
Making the kine his mantle, he, the lovely Sage, runs like a sporting courser onward through the fleece. 
The ceaseless watery fountains with their hundred streams sing, as they hasten near, to him the Golden-hued
Him, clad in robes of milk, swift fingers beautify on the third height and in the luminous realm of heaven. 
These are your generations of celestial seed you are the Sovran Lord of all the world of life.
This universe, Pavamana, owns your sway; you, Indu, art the first establisher of Law. 
You are the sea, Sage who bringest alf to light: under your Law are these five regions of the world.
Tlou reachest out beyond the earth, beyond the heavens: your are the lights, Pavamana, your the Sun. 
You in the filter, Soma Pavamana, art purified to support the region for the gods.
The chief, the longing ones have sought to hold you fast, and all these living creatures have been turned to you. 
Onward the Singer travels over the fleecy sieve. the Tawny Steer has bellowed in the wooden vats.
Hymns have been sung aloud in resonant harmony, and holy songs kiss him, the Child who claims our praise.
He has assumed the rays of Surya for his robe, spinning, as he knows bow, the triply-twisted thread.
He, guiding to the newest rules of Holy Law, comes as the Women's Consort to the special place. 
On flows the King of rivers and the Lord of heaven: he follows with a shout the paths of Holy Law.
The Golden-hued is poured forth, with his hundred streams, Wealth-bringer, lifting up his voice while purified. 
Fain to be cleansed, you, Pavamana, pourest out, like wondrous Surya, through the fleece, an ample sea.
Purified with the hands, pressed by the men with stones, you speedest on to mighty booty-bringing war. 
You, Pavamana, sendest food and power in streams. you sittest in the beakers as a hawk on trees,
For Indra poured as cheering juice to make him glad, as nearest and farseeing bearer-up of heaven. 
The Sisters Seven, the Mothers, stand around the Babe, the noble, new-born Infant, skilled in holy song,
Gandharva of the floods, divine, beholding men, Soma, that he may reign as King of all the world. 
As Sovran Lord thereof you Passest through these worlds, Indu, harnessing your tawny well-winged Mares.
May they pour forth for you milk and oil rich in sweets: Soma, let the folk abide in your decree. 
Soma, you beholdest men from every side: Pavamana, Steer, you wanderest through these.
Pour out on us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength to live among the things that be. 
Winner of gold and goods and cattle flow you on, set as impregner, Indu, mid the worlds of life.
Rich in brave men are you, Soma, who winnest all: these holy singers wait on you with the song. 
The wave of flowing meath has wakened up desires: the Steer enrobed in milk plunges into the streams.
Borne on his chariot-sieve the King has risen to war, and with a thousand rays has won him high renown. 
Dear to all life, he sends triumphant praises forth, abundant, bringing offspring, each succeeding day.
From Indra crave for us, Indu, when you are quaffed, the blessing that gives children, wealth that harbours steeds. 
When days begin, the strong juice, lovely, golden-hued, is recognized by wisdom more and more each day,
He, stirring both the Races, goes between the two, the bearer of the word of men and word of gods. 
They balm him, balm him over balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength and balm it with the meath.
They seize the flying Steer at the stream's breathing-place: cleansing with gold they grasp the Animal herein. 
Sing forth to Pavamana skilled in holy song: the juice is flowing onward like a mighty stream.
He glids like a serpent from his ancient skin, and like a playful horse the Tawny Steer has run .
Dweller in floods, King, foremost, he displays his might, set among living things as measurer of days.
Distilling oil he flows, fair, billowy, golden-hued, borne on a car of light, sharing one hom-e with wealth. 
Loosed is the heavens! support, the uplifted cheering juice: the triply-mingled draught flows round into the worlds.
The holy hymns caress the stalk that claims our praise, when singers have approached his beauteous robe with song. 
Your streams that flow forth rapidly collected run over the fine fleece of the sheep as you are cleansed.
When, Indu, you are. balmed with milk within the bowl, you sinkest in the jars, Soma, when expressed. 
Winner of' power, flow, Soma, worthy of our laud: run onward to the fleece as well-beloved meath.
Destroy, Indu, all voracious Raksasas. With brave sons in the assembly let our speech be bold. 
87 - Soma PavamanaRUN onward to the reservoir and seat you: cleansed by the men speed forward to the battle.
Making you beauteous like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass with reins they lead you. 
Indu, the well-armed God, is flowing onward, who quells the curse and guards from treacherous onslaught,
Father, begetter of the gods, most skilful, the buttress of the heavens and earth's supporter. 
Rsi and Sage, the Champion of the people, cleft and sagacious, Usana in wisdom,
He has discovered even their hidden nature, the Cows' concealed and most mysterious title. 
This your own Soma rich in meath, Indra, Steer for the Steer, has flowed into the filter.
The strong Free-giver, winning hundreds, thousands, has reached the holy grass that never fails him. 
These Somas are for wealth of countless cattle, renown therefore, and mighty strength immortal.
These have been sent forth, urified by strainers, like steeds who rusg to battle fain for glory. 
He, while he cleanses him, invoked of many, has flowed to give the people all enjoyment.
You whom the falcon brought, bring, dainty viands, bestir yourself and send us wealth and booty. 
This Soma, pressed into the cleansing filter, has run as it were a host let loose, the courser;
Like a strong bull who whets his horns kpen-pointed, like a brave warrior in the fray for cattle. 
He issued forth from out the loftiest mountain, and found kine hidden somewhere in a stable.
Soma's stream clears itself for you, Indra, like lightning thundering through the clouds of heaven, 
Cleansing thyselr, and borne along with Indra, Soma, you goest round the herd of cattle.
May your praise help us, Mighty One, prompt Giver, to the full ample food which you bestowest.
88 - Soma PavamanaFOR you this Soma is effused, Indra: drink of this juice; for you the stream is flowing-
Soma, which you yourself have made and chosen, even Indu, for your special drink to cheer you. 
Like a capacious car has it been harnessed, the Mighty; to acquire abundant treasures.
Then in the sacrifice they celebrated all triumphs won by Nahus -n the battle. 
Like Vayu with his team, moving at pleasure, most gracious when invoked like both Nasatyas,
You are yourself like the Wealth-Giver, Soma! who grants all boons, like song-inspiring Pusan. 
Like Indra who has done great deeds, you, Soma, art slayer of the Vritras, Fort-destroyer.
Like Pedu's horse who killed the brood of serpents, thus you, Soma, slayest every Dasyu. 
Like Agni loosed amid the forest, fiercely he winns splendour in the running waters.
Like one who fights, the roaring of the mighty, thus Soma Pavamana sends his current. 
These Somas passing through the fleecy filter, like rain descending from the clouds of heaven,
Have been effused and poured into the beakers, swiftly like rivers running lowly seaward. 
Flow onward like the potent band of Maruts, like that Celestial Host whom none revileth.
Quickly be gracious to us like waters, like sacrifice victorious, thousand-fashioned. 
Your are King Varuna's eternal statutes, lofty and deep, Soma, is your glory.
All-pure are you like Mitra the beloved, adorable, like Aryaman, Soma.
89 - Soma PavamanaTHIS Chariot-horse has moved along the pathways, and Pavamana flowed like rain from heaven.
With us has Soma with a thousand currents sunk in the wood, on his Mother's bosom.
2. King, he has clothed him in the robe of rivers, mounted the straightest-going ship of Order.
Sped by the Hawk the drop has waxed in waters: the father drains it, drains the Father's offspring. 
They come to him, red, tawny, Lord of Heaven, the watchful Guardian of the meath, the Lion.
First, hero in the fight, he seeks the cattle, and with his eye the Steer is our protector. 
They harness to the broad-wheeled car the mighty courser whose back bears meath, unwearied, awful.
The twins, the sisters brighten him, and strengthen-these children of one damethe vigorous Racer. 
Four pouring out the holy oil attend him, sitting together in the same container.
To him they flow, when purified, with homage, and still, from every side, are first about him. 
He is the buttress of the heavens, supporter of earth, and in his hand are all the people.
Be the team's Lord a well to you the singer: cleansed is the sweet plant's stalk for deed of glory. 
Fighting, uninjured come where gods are feasted; Soma, as Vitra-slayer flow for Indra.
Vouchsafe us ample riches very splendid may we be masters of heroic vigour.
90 - Soma Pavamana,URGED On, the Father of the Earth and Heaven has gone forth like a car to gather booty,
Going tIndra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hand containing every treasure. 
To him the tones of sacred song have sounded, Steer of the triple height, the Life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood as Varuna in rivers, lavishing treasure he distributes blessings 
Great Conqueror, warnor-girt, Lord of all heroes, flow on your way as he who winns riches;
With sharpened. arms, with swift bow, never vanquished in battle, vanquishing in fight the foemen. 
Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both earth and heaven with all their fulness.
Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call to us abundant vigour. 
Soma, gladden Varuna and Mitra; cheer, Indu Pavamana! Indra, Visnu.
Cheer you the gods, the Company of Maruts: Indu, cheer mighty Indra to rejoicing. 
Thus like a wise and potent King flow onward, destroying with your vigour all misfortunes.
For our well-spoken hymn give life, Indu. Do you preserve us evermore with blessings.
91 - Soma PavamanaAs for a chariot-race, the skilful Speaker, Chief, Sage, Inventor, has, with song, been started.
The sisters ten on the fleecy summit drive on the Car-horse to the resting places. 
The drop of soma, pressed by wise Nahusyas, becomes the banquet of the Heavenly People-
Indu, by hands of mortal men made beauteous, immortal, with the sheep and cows and waters. 
Steer roaring to Steer, this Pavamana, this juice runs to the white milk of the milch-cow.
Through thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer, like Sura by his fair and open pathways. 
Break down the, strong seats even of the demons: cleansing you, Indu, robd yourself in vigour.
Rend with your swift bolt, coming from above them, those who are near and those who yet are distant. 
Prepare the forward paths in ancient manner for the new bymn, you Giver of all bounties.
Those which are high and hard for foes to conquer may we gain from you, Active! Food-bestower! 
So purifying you vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and cows, offipring and many children.
Give us health, ample land, and lights, Soma, and grant us long to look on the sunshine.
92 - Soma PavamanaTHE gold-hued juice, poured out on the filter, is started like a car sent forth to conquer.
He has gained song and vigour while they cleansed him, and has rejoiced the gods with entertainments. 
He who beholds man has reached the filter: bearing his name, the Sage has sought his dwelling.
The Rsis came to him, seven holy singers, when in the bowls he settled as Invoker. 
Shared by all gods, mobt wise, propitious, Soma goes, while they cleanse him, to his constant station.
Let him rejoice in all his lofty wisdom to the Five Tribes the Sage attains with labour. 
In your mysterious place, Pavamana Soma, are all the gods, the Thrice-Eleven.
Ten on the fleecy height, themselves, self-prompted, and seven fresh rivers, brighten and adorn you. 
Now let this be the truth of Pavamana, there where all singers gather them together,
That he has given us room and made the daylight, has holpen Manu and repelled the Dasyu. 
As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King who goes to great assemblies,
Soma has sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and like a wild bull, in the wood has settled.
93 - Soma PavamanaTEN sisters, pouring out the rain together, swift-moving thinkers of the sage, adorn him.
Here has run the gold-hued Child of Surya and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser. 
Even as a youngling crying to his mothers, the bounteous Steer has flowed along to waters.
As youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens on to the. chose meeting-place, the beaker. 
Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow: there in streams goes very sapient Indu.
The kine make ready, as with new-washed treasures, the Head and Chief with milk within the vessels. 
With all the gods, Indu Pavamana, while you are roaring send us wealth in horses.
Here on her car come willing Plenty, inclined to us, to give us of her treasures. 
Now to us mete riches, while they cleansethee, all-glorious, swelling wealth, with store of heroes.
Long be his life who worships, you, Indu. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.
94 - Soma PavamanaWHEN beauties strive for him as for a charger, then strive the songs like soldiers for the sunlight.
Acting the Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and song as it were a stall that kine may prosper. 
The worlds expand to hirn who from aforetime found light to spread the law of life eternal.
The swelling songs, like kine within the stable, in deep devotion call aloud on Indu. 
When the sage bears his holy wisdom round him, like a car visiting all worlds, the hero,
Becoming fame, mid gods, to the mortal, wealth to the skilled, worth praise mid the Ever-present, 
For glory born be has come forth to glory: he givs life and glory to the singers.
They, clothed in glory, have become immortal. He, measured in his course, makes frays successful. 
Stream to us food and vigour, kine and horses: give us broad lights and fill thgods with rapture.
All ther are easy things for you to master you, Pavamana Soma, quellest foemen.
95 - Soma PavamanaLoud neighs the Tawny steed when started, settling deep in the wooden vessel while they cleanse him.
Led by the men he takes the milk for raiment: then shall he, through his powers, engender praise-songs. 
As one who rows drives on his boat, he, Gold-hued, sends forth his voice, loosed on the path of Order.
As God, the secret names of gods he utters, to be declared on sacred grass more widely. 
Hastening onward like the waves of waters, our holy hymns are pressing nigh to Soma.
To him they come with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who longs to meet them. 
They drain the stalk, the Steer who dwells on mountains, even as a Bull who decks him on the upland.
Hymns follow and attend him as he bellows: Trita bears Varuna aloft in ocean. 
Sending your voice out as Director, loosen the Invoker's thought, Indu, as they cleanse you.
While you and Indra rule for our advantage, may we be masters of heroic vigour.
96 - Soma PavamanaIN forefront of the cars forth goes the hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host rejoices.
Soma endues his robes of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on Indra. 
Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage.
The friend of Indra mounts his car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the prayer we offer. 
God, for service of the gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's drink, Soma.
Making the floods, bedewing earth and heaven, come from the vast, comfort us while we cleanse you 
Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection.
This is the wish of these friends assembled: this is my wish, Soma Pavamana. 
Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven:
Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the Father who begat Indra and Visnu. 
Brahman of gods, the Leader of the poets, Rsi of sages, Bull of savage creatures,
Falcon amid the vultures, Axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma singing. 
He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, has stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises.
Beholding these inferior powers in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer well-knowing. 
As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and vigour.
As thoughtful Pavamana, urge Indu, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on tIndra. 
Dear, grateful to the gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet tIndra, to delight him.
With hundred powers, with thousand currents, Indu, like a strong car-horse, goes to the assembly. 
Born in old time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in waters,
Warding off curses, King of all existence, he shall find way for prayer the while they cleanse him. 
For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by you, their sacred duties.
Fighting unvanquished, open the enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds and heroes. 
As you did flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in oblations,
Even thus flow onward now conferring riches: combine with Indra, and bring forth your weapons. 
Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit.
Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra. 
Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the gods' banquet, Pour the rain of heaven,
While you with rivers roarest in the beaker, and blent with milk prolongest our existence. 
Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma overtakes malignities like some strong charger,
Like fresh milk poured by Aditi, like passage in ample room, or like a docile car-horse. 
Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name you bearest.
Pour booty, like a horse, for love of glory God, Soma, send us kine, and send us Vayu. 
They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop adorn the Car-horse.
By songs a Poet and a Sage by wisdom, Soma joes singing through the cleansing filter. 
Light-winner, Rsi-mindcd, Rsi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages,
A Steer who strives to gain his third form, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a Singer. 
Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons,
Following close the sea, the wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth form and declares it. 
Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches,
A steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar has passed into the beakers. 
Flow on with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter.
Enter the beakers sporting, as they cleanse you, and let your gladdening juice make Indra joyful. 
His streams have been effused in all their fulness, and he has entered, balmed with milk, the goblets.
Singing his psalm, well-skilled in song, a Chanter, be comes as it were to his friend's sister roaring. 
Chasing our foes you comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his darling.
As a bird flies and settles in the forest, thus Soma settles, purified, in goblets. 
With full stream and abundant milk, Soma, your beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse you.
He, gold-hued, rich in boons, brought to the waters, has roared within the goblet of the pious.
97 - Soma PavamanaMADE pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse the god has to the gods his juice imparted.
He goes, effused and singing, to the filter, like priest to measured seats supplied with cattle. 
Robed in fair raiment meet to wear in battle, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations.
Roll onward to the beakers as they cleanse you, far-seeing at the feast of gods, and watchful. 
Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a Prince among us, nobler than the noble.
Roar out as you are purified, run forward. Do you preserve us evermore with blessings. 
Let us sing praises to the gods: sing loudly, send you the soma forth for mighty riches.
Let him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through the filter, and let our pious one rest in the pitcher. 
Winning the friendship of the deities, Indu flows in a thousand streams to make them joyful.
Praised by the men after the ancient statute, he has come nigh, for our great bliss, tIndra. 
Flow, Gold-hued, cleansing you, to enrich the singer: let your juice go tIndra to support him.
Come nigh, together with the gods, for bounty. Do you preserve us evermore with blessings. 
The god declares the deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming lofty wisdom.
With brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, the Boar advances, singing, to the places. 
The Swans, the Vrsaganas from anear us have brought their restless spirit to our dwelling.
Friends come to Pavamana meet for praises, and sound in concert their resistless music. 
He follows the Wide-strider's rapid movement: cows low, as it were, to him who sports at pleasure.
He with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the Silvery shines by night, by day the Golden. 
Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, to make him joyful.
He quells malignities and slays the demons, the King of mighty power who brings us comfort. 
Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter-
Indu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the god who gladdens, for the god's enjoyment. 
As he is purified he pours out treasures, a God bedewing gods with his own juices.
Indu has, wearing qualities by seasons, on the raised fleece engaged, the ten swift fingers. 
The Red Bull bellowing to the kine advances, causing the heavens and earth to roar and tbunder.
Well is he beard like Indra's shout in battle: letting this voice be known he hastens here. 
Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet flavours, urging the meath-rich plant you goest onward.
Raising a shout you flow as they cleanse you, when you, Soma, art effused for Indra. 
So flow you on inspiriting, for rapture, aiming deatb-shafts at him who stays the waters,
Flow to us wearing your resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine, Soma. 
Pleased with us, Indu, send us as you flow good easy paths in ample space and comforts.
Dispelling, as it were with a club, misfortunes, run over the height, run over the fleecy summit. 
Pour on us rain celestial, quickly streaming, refreshing, fraught with health and ready bounty.
Flow, Indu, send these Winds your lower kinsmen, setting them free like locks of hair unbraided. 
Part, like a knotted tangle, while they cleanse you, Soma, righteous and unrighteous conduct.
Neigh like a tawny courser who is loosened, come like a youth, God, a house-possessor. 
For the god's service, for delight, Indu, run over the height, run o'ver the fleecy summit.
With thousand streams, inviolate, sweet-scented, flow on for gain of strength that conquers heroes. 
Without a car, without a rein to guide them, unyoked, like coursers started in the contest,
These brilliant drops of soma juice run forward. Do you, deities, come nigh to drink them. 
So for our banquet of the gods, Indu, pour down the rain of heaven into the vessels.
May Soma grant us riches sought with longing, mighty, exceeding strong, with store of heroes. 
What time the loving spirit's word had formed him Chief of all food, by statute of the Highest,
Then loudly lowing came the cows tIndu, the chosen, well-loved Master in the beaker. 
The Sage, Celestial, liberal, raining bounties, pours as he flows the Genuine for the Truthful.
The King shall be effectual strength's upholder: he by the ten bright reins is mostly guided. 
He who beholds mankind, made pure with filters, the King supreme of deities and mortals,
From days of old is Treasure-Lord of riches: he, Indu, cherishes fair well-kept Order. 
Haste, like a steed, to vittory for glory, tIndra's and to Vayu's entertainment.
Give us food ample, thousandfold: be, Soma, the finder-out of riches when they cleanse you. 
Effused by us let God-delighting Somas bring as they flow a home with noble heroes.
Rich in all boons like priests acquiring favour, the worshippers of heaven, the best of Cheerers. 
So, God, for service of the gods flow onward, flow, drink of gods, for ample food, Soma.
For we go forth to war against the mighty make heaven and earth well stablished by your cleansing. 
You, yoked by strong men, neighest like a courser, swifter than thought is, like an awful lion.
By paths directed hereward, the straightest, send you us happiness, Indu, while they cleanse you. 
Sprung from the gods, a hundred streams, a thousand, have been effused: sages prepare and purge them.
Bring us from heaven the means of winnning, Indu; you are-forerunnner of abundant riches. 
The streams of days, were poured as it were from heaven: the wise King doth not treat his friend unkindly.
Like a son following his father's wishes, grant to this family success and safety. 
Now are your streams poured forth with all their sweetness, when, purified. you goest through the filter.
The race of kine is your gift, Pavarridna: when born you madest Surya rich with brightness. 
Bright, bellowing aiong the path of Order, you shinest as the form of life eternal.
You flow on as gladdening drink for Indra, sending your voice out with the hymns of sages. 
Pouring out streams at the gods' feast with service, you, Soma, lookest down, a heavenly Eagle.
Enter the soma-holding beaker, Indu, and with a roar approach the ray of Sarya. 
Three are the voices that the courser utters: he speaks the thought of prayer, the law of Order.
To the Cow's Master come the Cows inquiring: the hymns with eager longing come to Soma. 
To Soma come the Cows, the Milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with their hvmns inquiring.
Soma, effused, is purified and blended our hymns and Trstup songs unite in Soma. 
Thus, Soma, as we pour you into vessels, while you are purified flow for our welfare.
Pass intIndra with a mighty roaring make the voice swell, and generate abundance. 
Singer of true songs, ever-watchful, Soma has settled in the ladles when they cleanse him.
Him the Adhvaryus, paired and eager, follow, leaders of sacrifice and skilful-handed. 
Cleansed near the Sun as it were he as Creator has filled full heaven and earth, and has disclosed them.
He by whose dear help men gain all their wishes shall yield the precious meed as to a victor. 
He, being cleansed, the Strengthener and Increaser, Soma the Bounteous, helped us with his lustre,
Wherewith our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and stole the cattle from the mountain. 
In the first vault of heaven loud roared the Ocean, King of all being, generating creatures.
Steer, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, Soma, the Drop effused, has waxen mighty. 
Soma the Steer, in that as Child of Waters he chose the gods, performed that great achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra; he, Indu, generated light in Surya. 
Make Vayu glad,, for furtherance and bounty: cheer Varuna and Mitra, as they cleanse you.
Gladden the gods, gladden the host of Maruts: make Heaven and Earth rejoice, God, Soma. 
Flow onward righteous slayer of the wicked, driving away our enemies and sickness,
Blending your milk with milk which cows afford us. We are your friends, you are the friend of Indra. 
Pour us a fount of meath, a spring of treasure; send us a hero son and happy fortune.
Be sweet, Indu. when they cleanse you, Indu, and pour down riches on us from the ocean. 
Strong Soma, pressed, like an impetuous courser, has flowed in stream as a flood speeding downward.
Cleansed, he has settled in his wooden dwelling: Indu has flowed with milk and with the waters. 
Strong, wise, for you who longest for his coming this Soma here flows to the bowls, Indra.
He, chariot-borne, sun-bright, and truly potent, was poured forth like the longing of the pious. 
He, purified with ancient vital vigour, pervading all his Daughter's forms and figures,
Finding his threefold refuge in the waters, goes singing, as a priest, to the assemblies. 
Now, chariot-borne, flow to us, God Soma, as you are purified flow to the saucers,
Sweetest in waters, rich in meath, and holy, as Savitar the god is, truthfulminded. 
To feast him, flow mid song and hymn, to Vayu, flow purified to Varuna and Mitra.
Flow to the song-inspiring car-borne hero, to mighty Indra, him who wields the thunder. 
Pour on us garments that shall clothe us meetly, send, purified, milch-kine, abundant yielders.
God Soma, send us chariot-drawing horses that they may bring us treasures bright and golden. 
Send to us in a stream celestial riches, send us, when you are cleansed, what earth containeth,
So that thereby we may acquire possessions and Rsihood in Jamadagni's manner. 
Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake, Indu.
Here, too, the Ruddy, wind-swift, full of wisdom, Shall give a son to him who coms quickly. 
Flow on for us with this purification to the famed ford of you whose due is glory.
May the Foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand treasures. 
Eagerly do we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and Prsana, wrought in battle.
He sent our enemies to sleep and slew thern, and turned away the foolish and unfriendly. 
You come to three extended filters, and hasteriest through each one as they cleanse you.
You are the giver of the gift, a Bhaga, a Maghavan for liberal lords, Indu. 
This Soma here, the Wise, the All-obtainer, flows on his way as King of all existence.
Driving the drops at our assemblies, Indu completely traverses the fleecy filter. 
The Great Inviolate are kissing Indu, and singing in his place like eager sages.
The wise men send him forth with ten swift fingers, and balm his form with essence of the waters. 
Soma, may we, with you as Pavamana, pile up together all our spoil in battle.
This boon vouchsafe us Varuna and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven. 
98 - Soma PavamanaSTREAM on us riches that are sought by many, best at winning strength
Riches, Indu, thousandfold, glorious, conquering the great. 
Effused, he has, as on a car, invested him in fleecy mail:
Onward has Indu flowed in streams, impelled, surrounded by the wood. 
Effused, this Indu has flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece:
He goes erect, as seeking kine in stream, with light, to sacrifice. 
For you yourself, Indu, God, to every mortal worshipper
Attractest riches thousandfold, made manifest in hundred forms. 
Good Vritra-slayer, may we be still nearest to this wealth of yours
Which many crave, nearest to food and happiness, Resistless One! 
Whom, bright with native splendour, crushed between the pair of pressingstones-
The wavy friend whom Indra loves-the twice-five sisters dip and bathe, 
Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities. 
Through longing for this sap of yours you drink what brings ability,
Even him who, dear as heaven's own light, gives to our princes high renown. 
Indu at holy rites produced you, Heaven and Earth, the friends of men,
Hill-haunting God the goddesses. They bruised him where the roar was loud. 
For Vritra-slaying Indra, you, Soma, art poured that he may drink,
Poured for the guerdon-giving man, poured for the god who sitteth there. 
These ancient Somas, at the break of day, have flowed into the sieve,
Snorting away at early morn these foolish evil-hearted ones. 
Friends, may the princes, you and we, obtain this Most Resplendent One.
Gain him who has the smell of strength, win him whose home is very strength.
99 - Soma PavamanaTHEY for the Bold and Lovely One ply manly vigour like a bow:
joyous, in front of songs they weave bright raiment for the Lord Divine. 
And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food',
What time the sacrificer's thoughts speed on his way the Golden-hued. 
We cleanse this gladdening drink of his the juice which Indra chiefly drinks---
That which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now. 
To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise:
And sacred songs which bear the names of gods have supplicated him. 
They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve.
Him they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer. 
Soma, best Cheerer, takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls.
He as it were impregns the cow, and babbles on, the Lord of Song. 
He is effused and beautified, a God for gods, by skilful men.
He penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein. 
Pressed, Indu, guided by the men, you are led to the cleaning sieve.
You, yielding Indra highest joy, takest your seat within the bowls.
100 - Soma PavamanaTHE Guileless Ones are singing praise tIndra's well beloved friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf. 
Indu, while they cleanse you bring, Soma, doubly-waxing wealth
You in the worshipper's abode causest all treasures to increase. 
Set free the. song which mind has yoked, even as thunder frees the rain:
All treasures of the earth and heaven, Soma, you do multiply. 
Your stream when you are pressed runs on like some victorious warrior's steed
Hastening onward through the fleece like a fierce horse who wins the prize. 
Flow on, Sage Soma, with your stream to give us mental power and strength,
Effused for Indra, for his drink, for Mitra and for Varuna. 
Flow to the filter with your stream, effused, best winner, you, of spoil,
Soma, as most rich in sweets for Indra, Visnu, and the gods. 
The mothers, void of guiles, caress you Golden-coloured, in the sieve,
As cows, Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands. 
You, Pavamana, movest on with wondrous rays to great renown.
Striving within the votary's house you drivest all the glooms away. 
Lord of great sway, you liftest you above the heavens, above the earth.
You, Pavamana have assumed your coat of mail in majesty.
101 - Soma PavamanaFOR first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink,
Drive you away the dog, my friends, drive you the long-tongued dog away. 
He who with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hereward,
Indu, is like an able steed. 
The men with all-pervading song send unassailable Soma forth,
By pressing-stones, to sacrifice. 
The somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined, flow,
Effused, the source of Indra's joy: may your strong juices reach the gods. 
Indu flows on for Indra's sake: thus have the deities declared.
The Lord of Speech exerts himself, Ruler of all, because of might. 
Inciter of the voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean flows,
Even Soma, Lord of opulence, the friend of Indra, day by day. 
As Pusan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.
He, Lord of the multitude, has looked on the earth and heaven. 
The dear cows lowed in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink.
The drops as they were purified, the soma juices, made then paths. 
Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed,
Which the Five Tribes have over them, by which we may win opulence. 
For us the soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of our weal,
Effused as friends without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light. 
Effused by means of pressing-stones, on the ox-hide visible,
They, treasure-finders, have announced food to us from every side. 
Tlese soma juices, skilled in song, purified, blent with milk and curd,
When moving and when firmly laid in oil, resemble lovely Suns. 
Let not the power of men restrain the voice of the outpouring juice:
As Bhrgu's sons chased Makha, so drive you the greedy hound away. 
The friend has wrapped him in his robe, as in his parents arms, a son.
He went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like. 
That hero who produces strength, he who has propped both worlds apart,
Gold-hued, has wrapped him in the sieve, to settle, priest-like, in his place. 
Soma on the ox's skin through the sheep's wool flows purified.
Bellowing out, the Tawny Steer goes on tIndra's special place.
102 Soma PavamanaTHE Child, when blended with the streams, speeding the plan of sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old. 
The place, near the two pressing-stones of Trita, has he occupied,
Secret and dear through seven lights of sacrifice. 
Urge to three courses, on the heights of Trita, riches in a stream.
He who is passing wise measures his courses out. 
Even at his birth the Mothers Seven taught him, for glory, like a sage,
So that he, firm and sure, has set his mind on wealth. 
Under his sway, of one accord, are all the guileless deities:
Warriors to be envied, they, when they are pleased. 
The Babe whom they who strengthen Law have generated fair to see,
Much longed for at the sacrifice, most liberal Sage,- 
To him, united, of themselves, come the young Parents of the rite,
When they adorn him, duly weaving sacrifice. 
With wisdom and with radiant eyes unbar to us the stall of heaven,
Speeding at solemn rite the plan of Holy Law.
103 - Soma PavamanaTo Soma who is purified as ordering priest the song is raised:
Bring meed, as it were, to one who makes you glad with hymns. 
Blended with milk and curds he flows on through the long wool of the sheep.
The Gold-hued, purified, makes him three seats for rest. 
On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows:
The Rsis' sevenfold quire has sung aloud to him. 
Shared by all gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns,
Golden-hued Soma, being cleansed, has reached the bowls. 
After your godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go,
As a priest purified by priests, immortal One. 
Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a God effused for deities.
The penetrating Pavamana flows along.
104 - Soma PavamanaSIT down, friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites. 
Unite him bringing household wealth, even as a calf, with mother kine,
Him who has double strength, the god, delighting juice. 
Purify him who gives us power, that he, most Blessed One, may be
A banquet for the Troop, Mitra, and Varuna. 
Voices have sung aloud to you as finderout of wealth for us:
We clothe the hue you wearest with a robe of milk. 
You, Indu, art the food of gods, Sovran of all gladdening drinks:
As friend for friend, be you best finder of success. 
Drive utterly away from us each demon, each voracious fiend,
The godless and the false: keep sorrow far away.
105 - Soma PavamanaSING; you aloud, friends, to him who makes him pure for gladdening drink:
They shall make sweet the Child with sacrifice and laud. 
Like as a calf with mother cows, sIndu is urged forth and sent,
Glorified by our hymns, the god-delighting juice. 
Effectual means of power is he, he is a banquet for the Troop,
He who has been effused, most rich in meath, for gods. 
Flow to us, Indu, passing, strong, effused, with wealth of kine and steeds:
I will spread forth above the milk your radiant hue. 
Lord of the tawny, Indu you who are the god's most special food,
As friend to friend, for splendour be you good to men. 
Drive utterly, far away from us each godless, each voracious foe.
Indu, overcome and drive the false afar.
106 - Soma PavamanaTIndra, to the Mighty Steer, may these gold-coloured juices go,
Drops rapidly produced, that find the light of heaven. 
Effused, this juice victorious flows for Indra, for his maintenance.
Soma bethinks him of the Conqueror, as he knows. 
May Indra in his raptures gain from him the grasp that gathers spoil,
And, winning waters, wield the steerstrong thunderbolt. 
Flow vigilant for Indra, you Soma, yea, Indu, run you on:
Bring here splendid strength that finds the light of heaven. 
Do you, all-beautiful, purify for Indra's sake the mighty juice,
Path-maker you, far seeing, with a thousand ways. 
Best finder of prosperity for us, most rich in sweets for gods,
Proceed you loudly roaring on a thousand paths. 
Indu, with your streams, in might, flow for the banquet of the gods:
Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take your place. 
Your drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight:
The gods have drunk you up for immortality. 
Stream opulence to us, you drops of soma, pressed and purified,
Pouring down rain from heaven in hoods, and finding light. 
Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,
Shouting while purified before the voice of song. 
With songs they send the Mighty forth, sporting in wood, above the fleece:
Our psalms have glorified him of the triple height. 
Into the jars has he been loosed, like an impetuous steed for war,
And lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on. 
Gold-hued and lovely in his course, througb tangles of the wool he flows,
And pours heroic fame on the worshippers. 
Flow thus, a faithful votary: the streams of meath have been effused.
You comest to the filter, singing, from each side.
107 - Soma PavamanaI., HENCE sprinkle forth the juice effused,. Soma, the best of sacred gifts,
Who, friend of man, has run amid the water-streams. He has pressed Soma out with stones. 
Now, being purified, flow here through the fleece inviolate and most odorous.
We ladden you in waters when you are effused, blending you still with juice and milk. 
Pressed out for all to see, delighting gods, Indu, Far-sighted One, is mental power. 
Cleansing you, Soma, in your stream, you flow in a watery robe:
Giver of wealth, you sittest in the place of Law, God, a fountain made of gold. 
Milking the heavenly udder for dear meath, he has sat in the ancient gatheringplace.
Washed by the men, the Strong Farseeing One streams forth nutriti us food that all desire. 
Soma, while they cleanse you, dear and watchful in the sheep's long wool,
You have become a Singer most like Angiras: you madest Surya mount to heaven. 
Bountiful, best of furtherers, Soma flows on, Rsi and Singer, keen of sight.
You have become a Sage most welcome to the gods: you madest Surya mount to heaven. 
Pressed out by pressers, Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,
Goes, even as with a mare, in tawnycoloured stream, goes in exhilarating stream. 
Down to the water-Soma, rich in kine has flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked.
They have approached the mixing-vessel as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse. 
Effused by stones, Soma, and urged through the long wool of the sheep,
You, entering the saucers as a man the fort, gold-hued have settled in the wood. 
He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine wool, like an impetuous steed in war,
Even Soma Pavamana who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards. 
Soma,-for the feast of gods, river-like he has swelled with surge,
With the stalk's juice, exhilarating, resting not, into the vat that drops with meath. 
Like a dear son who must be decked, the Lovely One has clad him in a shining robe.
Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their bands. 
The living drops of soma juice pour, as they flow, the gladdening drink,
Intelligent drops above the basin of the sea, exhilarating, finding light. 
May Pavamana, King and God, speed with his wave over the sea the lofty rite:
May he by Mitra's and by Varuna's decree flow furthering the lofty rite. 
Far-seeing, lovely, guided by the men, the god whose home is in the sea- 
Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his Marut host:
He hastens over the fleece with all his thousand streams: men make him bright and beautiful. 
Purified in the bowl and gendering the hymn, wise Soma joys among the gods.
Robed in the flood, the Mighty One has clad himself with milk and settled in the vats. 
Soma, Indu, every day your friendship has been my delight.
Many fiends follow me; help me, you Tawny-hued; pass on beyond these barriers. 
Close to your bosom am I, Soma, day and night. Tawny-hued, for friendship sake.
Surya himself refulgent with his glow have we overtaken in his course like birds. 
Deft-handcd! you when purified liftest your voice amid the sea.
You, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much-desifed. 
Making you pure and bright in the sheep's long wool, tbou have bellowed, steerlike, in the wood.
You flow, Soma Pavamana, balmed with milk to the special place of gods. 
Flow on to win us strength, flow on to lofty lore of every kind.
You, Soma, as Exhilarator were the first to spread the sea abroad for gods. 
Flow to the realm of earth, flow to the realm of heaven, Soma, in your righteous ways.
Fair are you whom the sages, Far-seeing One, urge onward with their songs and hymns. 
Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream,
Girt by the Maruts, gladdening, steeds with Indra's stiength, for wisdom and for dainty food. 
Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, Indu is speeding to the vat.
He gendering light, has made the glad Cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.
108 - Soma PavamanaFOR Indra, flow you Soma on, as gladdening juice most sweet, intelligent,
Great, cheering, dwelling most in heaven. 
You, of whom having drunk the Steer acts like a steer. drinking of this that finds the light,
He, Excellently Wise, is come to strengthening food, to spoil and wealth like Etasa. 
For, verily, Pavamana, you bast, splendidest, called all the generations of
The gods to immortality. 
By whom Dadhyac Navagva opens fastened doors, by whom the sages gained their wish,
By whom they won the fame of lovely Amrta in the felicity of gods. 
Effused, he flows in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the long wool of the sheep,
Sporting, as it were the waters' wave. 
He who from out the rocky cavern took with might the redmrefulgent watery Cows,
You masterest the stable full of kine and steeds: burst it, brave Lord, like one in mail. 
Press you and pour him, like a steed, laudworthy, speeding through the region and the flood,
Who swims in water, roan in wood; 
Increaser of the water, Steer with thousand streams, dear to the race of deities;
Who born in Law has waxen mighty by the Law, King, God, and lofty Ordinance. 
Make splendid glory shine on us, you Lord of strengthening food, God, as the friend of gods:
Unclose the fount of middle air. 
Roll onward to the bowls, Mighty One, effused, as Prince supporter of the tribes.
Pour on us rain from heaven, send us the waters' flow: incite our thoughts to win the spoil. 
They have drained him the Steer of heaven, him with a thousand streams, distilling rapturous joy,
Him who brings all things excellent. 
The Mighty One was born immortal, giving life, lightening darkness with his shine.
Wcll-praised by. sages he has. by his wondrous power assumed the Threefold as his robe. 
Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us bounteous gifts and sweet refreshing food,
Soma who brings us quiet homes: 
He whom our Indra and the Marut host shall drink, Bhaga shall drink with Aryarnan,
By whom we bring to us Mitra and Varuna and Indra for our great defence. 
Soma, for Indra's drink do you, led by the men, well-wcaponcd and most gladdening,
Flow on with greatest store of sweets. 
Enter the soma-holder, even Indra's heart, as rivers pass into the sea,
Acceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, the noblest Pillar of the heavens.
109 - Soma PavamanaPLEASANT tIndra's Mitra's, Pusan's Bhaga's taste, sped onward, Soma, with your flowing stream. 
Let Indra drink, Soma, of your juice for wisdom, and all deities for strength. 
So flow you on as bright celestial juice, flow to the vast, immortal dwelling-place. 
Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the gods to every form. 
Flow on, Soma, radiant for the gods and Heaven and Earth and bless our progeny. 
You, bright Juice, art Sustainer of the sky: flow, mighty, in accordance with true Law. 
Soma, flow splendid with your copious stream through the great fleece as in the olden time. 
Bom, led by men, joyous, and purified, let the Light-finder make all blessings flow: 
Indu, while cleansed, keeping the people safe, shall give us all possessions for our own. 
Flow on for wisdom, Soma, and for power, as a strong courser bathed, to win the prize. 
The pressers purify this juice of yours, the soma, for delight, and lofty fame 
They deck the Gold-hued Infant, newlyborn, even Soma, Indu, in the sieve for gods. 
Fair Indu has flowed on for rapturous joy, Sage for good fortune in the waters' lap. 
He bears the beauteous name of Indra, that wherewith he overcame all demon foes. 
All deities are wont to drink of him, pressed by the men and blent with milk and curds. 
He has flowed forth with thousand streams effused, flowed ihsough the filter and the sheep's long wool. 
With endless genial flow the Strong has run, purified by the waters, blent with milk. 
Pressed out with stones, directed by the men, go fortli, Soma, intIndra's throat. 
The mighty Soma with a thousand streams is poured tIndra through the cleansing sieve. 
Indu they balm with pleasant milky juice for Indra, for the Steer, for his delight. 
Lightly, for sheen, they cleanse you for the gods, gold-coloured, wearing water as your robe. 
Indu tIndra streams, yea, downward streams, Strong, flowing to the floods, and mingling - there.
110 - Soma PavamanaOverPOWERING Vritras, forward run to win great strength:
You speedest to subdue like one exacting debts. 
In you, effused, Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight.
You, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds, 
Pavamana, you did generate the Sun, and spread the moisture out with power,
Hasting to us with plenty vivified with milk. 
You did produce him, Deathless God mid mortal men for maintenance of Law and lovely Amrta:
You evermore have moved making strength flow to us. 
All round about have you with glory pierced for us as it were a never-failing well for men to drink,
Borne on your way in fragments from the presser's arms. 
Then, beautifully radiant, certain Heavenly Ones, have sung to him their kinship as they looked thereon,
And Savitar the god opens as it were a stall. 
Soma, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to you for mighty strength and for renown:
So, hero, urge us onward to heroic power. 
They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud:
They lifted up their voice tIndra athis birth. 
As long as you, Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and all existence in your might,
You standest like a Bull the chief amid the herd. 
In the sheep's wool has Soma Pavamana flowed, while they cleanse him, like a playful infant,
Indu with hundred powers and hundred currents. 
Holy and sweet, while purified, this Indu flows on, a wave of pleasant taste, tIndra,
Strength-winner, Treasure-finder, Life. bestower. 
So flow you on, subduing our assailants, chasing the demons hard to beencountered,
Well-armed and conquering our foes, Soma.
111 - Soma PavamanaWITH this his golden splendour purifying him, he with his own allies subdues all enemies, as Sara with his own allies.
Cleansing himself with stream of juice he shines forth yellow-hued and red, when with the praisers he encompasses all forms, with praisers having seven mouths. 
That treasure of the Panis you discoveredst; you with your mothers deckest you in your abode, with songs of worship in your home.
As it were from far, the hymn is heard, where holy songs resound in joy. He with the ruddy-hued, threefold has won life-power, he, glittering, has won life-power. 
He moves intelligent, directed to the East. The very beauteous car rivals the beams of light, the beautiful celestial car.
Hymns, lauding manly valour, came, inciting Indra to success, that you may be unconquered, both your bolt and you, both be unconquered in the war.
112 - Soma PavamanaWE all have various thoughts and plans, and diverse are the ways of men.
The Brahman seeks the worshipper, wright seeks the cracked, and leech the maimed. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
The smith with ripe and seasoned plants, with feathers of the birds of air,
With stones, and with enkindled flames, seeks him who has a store of gold. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
A bard am I, my dad's a leech, mammy lays corn on the stones.
Striving for wealth, with varied plans, we follow our desires like kine. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
The horse would draw an easy car, gay hosts attract the laugh and jest.
The male desires his mate's approach, the frog is eager for the flood, Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
113 - Soma PavamanaLET Vritra-slaying Indra drink Soma by Saryanavan's side,
Storing up vigour in his heart, prepared to do heroic deeds. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Lord of the Quarters, flow you on, boon Soma, from Arjika land,
Effused with ardour and with faith, and the true hymn of sacrifice. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Here has Surya's Daughter brought the wild Steer whom Parjanya nursed.
Gandharvas have seized bold of him, and in the soma laid the juice. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Splendid by Law! declaring Law, truthspeaking, truthful in your works,
Enouncing faith, King Soma! you, Soma, whom your maker decks. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Together flow the meeting streams of him the Great and truly Strong.
The juices of the juicy meet. Made pure by prayer, Golden-hued, flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Pavamana, where the priest, as he recites the rhythmic prayer,
lords it over Soma with the stone, with Soma bringing forth delight, flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Pavarnana, place me in that deathless, undecaying world
Wherein the light of heaven is set, and everlasting lustre shines. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Make me immortal in that realm where dwells the King, Vivasvan's Son,
Where is the secret shrine of heaven, where are those waters young and fresh. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Make me immortal in that realm where they move even as they list,
In the third sphere of inmost heaven where lucid worlds are full of light. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Make me immortal in that realm of eager wish and strong desire,
The region of the radiant Moon, where food and full delight are found. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake: 
Make me immortal in that realm where happiness and transports, where
Joys and felicities combine, and longing wishes are fulfilled. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
114 - Soma PavamanaTHE man who waIks as the Laws of Indu Pavamana bid,
Men call him rich in children, him, Soma, who has met your thought. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Kasyapa, Rsi, lifting up your voice with hymn-composers' lauds,
Pav reverence to King Soma born the Sovran Ruler of the plants. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Seven regions have their several Suns; the ministering priests are seven;
Seven are the Aditya deities,-with these, Soma, guard you us. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake. 
Guard us with this oblation which, King Soma, has been dressed for you.
Let not malignity conquer us, let nothing evil do us harm. Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.
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