There are three recensions of the text of the Samaveda Sanhita, the
Kauthuma Sakha or recension is current in Guzerat, the Jaiminiya in
the Carnatic, and the Ranayaniya in the Mahratta country. A
translation, by Dr. Stevenson, of the Ranayaniya recension-or,
rather, a free version of Sayana's paraphrase-was edited by Professor
Wilson, in 1842; in 1848 Professor Benfey of Göttingen brought out an
excellent edition of the same text with a metrical translation, a
complete glossary, and explanatory notes; and in 1874-78 Pandit
Satyavrata Samasrami of Calcutta published in the Bibliotheca
Indicaa. most meritorious edition of the Sanhita according to the
same recension, with Sayana's commentary, portions of the Song-books,
andi other illustrative matter. I have followed Benfey's text, and
have, made much use of his glossary and notes. Pandit Satyavrata
Samasrami's edition also has been of the greatest service to me. To
Mr. Venis, Principal of the Benares Sanskrit College, I am indebted
for, the loan of the College manuscripts of the text and commentary.

I repeat the expression of my obligations to those scholars whose
works assisted me in my translation of the Hymns of the Rgveda. For
help in translating the non-Rgvedic Hymns of the Samaveda, I am
additionally indebted to the late Professor Benfey and to Professor
Ludwig whose version will be found in his Der Rgveda, vol. III, pp.
19-25.

For further information regarding the Samaveda Weber's History Of
Indian Literature, and Max Müller's History of Ancient Sanskrit
Literature, or the article on the Veda in Chamber's Encyclopaedia
should be consulted.

R.T.H. GRIFFITH
Kotagiri, Nilgiri
25th May,1893.

HYMNS OF THE SAMAVEDA
FIRST PART
BOOK I
CHAPTER I
Om. Glory to the Samaveda! To Lord Ganesa glory! Om.

DECADE V Soma Pavamana
1. Flow forth, O Soma, flow thou onward, sweet to Indra's Mitra's,
Pushan's, Bhaga's taste.
2. Run forth to battle, conquering the Vritras; thou speedest to
quell the foes like one exacting debts.
3. Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods, to
every form.
4. Flow onward, Soma, flow for mighty strength, as a strong courser,
bathed, to win the prize.
5. Fair Indu hath flowed on for rapturous joy, sage, for good
fortune, in the waters' lap.
6. In thee, effused. O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy
in fight:
Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds.
7. Who are these radiant men in serried rank, Rudra's young heroes,
too, with noble steeds?
8. Agni, with hymns may we now accomplish that which thou lovest,
Strength, like a horse, auspicious strength with service.
9. The strong youths have come forth to view, to show their strength,
God Savitar's quickening energy:
Ye warrior horsemen, win the heavens.
10. Soma, flow splendid with thy copious stream in due succession
through the ample fleece.

CHAPTER II
DECADE IV Soma Pavamana
1. High is thy juice's birth: though set it heaven, on earth it hath
obtained dread sheltering power and great renown.
2. In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy
way, pressed out for Indra, for his drink!
3. Flow onward mighty with thy stream, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord,
winning all riches with thy power!
4. Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings
delight, slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!
5. Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing, cows who give
the milk; the tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
6. For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu, very rich in meath, to
seat thee in the place of song!
7. Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams
for rapturous joy. Hawk-like he settles in his home.
8. Gold-hued! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a
draught for Vayu and the Marut host!
9. Soma, the dweller on the hills, effused, hath flowed into the
sieve. All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
10. The Sage of heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both
hands, with roars, gives us delightful powers of life.

DECADE V Soma Pavamana
1. The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly,
pressed to glorify our liberal lords.
2. The Somas, skilled in song, the waves, have led the water forward,
like buffaloes speeding to the woods.
3. Indu flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: drive all
our enemies away!
4. For thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana, call on thee,
the brilliant looker on the light.
5. Indu, enlightener, dear, the thought of poets, hath flowed
clearly, like a charioteer who starts the steed.
6. Through our desire of heroes, kine, and horses, potent Soma drops,
brilliant and swift, have been effused.
God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice:
to Vayu mount as Law commands!
From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder,
and the lofty light of all mankind.
9. Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow forth abundantly
with song, flow onward with the stream of meath.
10. Reposing on the river's wave, the Sage hath widely flowed around,
bearing the bard whom many love.

BOOK VI
CHAPTER I
DECADE I Soma Pavamana
1. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
the active crusher of the foe.
2. Active, while being purified, he hath assailed all enemies: they
deck the Sage with holy hymns.
3. Pouring all glories hither, he, effused, hath passed within the
jar: Indu on Indra is bestowed.
4. From the two press-boards is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to
the sieve: the steed steps forward to the goal.
5. Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed,
like bulls, driving the black skin far away.
6. Soma, thou flowest chasing foes, finder of wisdom and delight:
drive thou the godless folk afar!
Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou gavest splendour to the
Sun, speeding the waters kind to man!
8. Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vritra who
compassed and stayed the mighty floods!
9. Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delights
battered the nine-and-ninety down!
10. Flow, pressed, into the filter, speed the heavenly one who
winneth wealth, who bringeth booty through our juice!

DECADE II Soma Pavamana
1. The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: he
gleams and flashes with the Sun.
2. We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the strong, that
brings us bliss, the guardian, the desire of all.
3. Adhvaryu, to the filter lead the Soma juice expressed with stones:
make thou it pure for Indra's drink.
4. Swift runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowingjuice:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
5. Pour hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength,
and keep renown secure for us!
-6. The ancient living ones have come unto a newer resting-place.
They made the Sun that he might shine.
7. Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the reservoirs,
resting in wooden vats, thy home!
8. O Soma, thou, art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent
sway: thou, mighty one, ordainest laws.
9. For food, flow onward with thy stream, cleansed and made bright by
sapient men: Indu. with sheen approach the milk!
10. Soma, flow on with pleasant stream, strong and devoted to the
Gods, our friend, unto the woollen sieve.
11. By this solemnity, Soma, thou, though great, hast been increased:
in joy thou, verily actest like a bull!
12. Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana sent to us for lofty
friendship meditates.
13. Indu, to us for this great rite, bearing as 'twere thy wave to
Gods, unwearied, thou art flowing on.
14. Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on,
going to Indra's settled place.

DECADE III Soma Pavamana
1. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery
robe: giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a
fountain made of gold.
2. Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred
gifts, who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams! He hath
pressed Soma out with stones.
3. Expressed by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of
the sheep, thou, entering the press-boards even as men a fort, gold-
hued hast settled in the vats.
4. O Soma,--for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with
surge, sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes, into the
vat that drops with meath.
5. Pressed out by pressers, Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,
goes, even as with a mare, in tawny-coloured stream, goes in a
sweetly-sounding stream.
6. O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight. Many
fiends follow me help me, thou tawny-hued: pass on beyond these
barriers!
7. Deft-handed! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.
Thou, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much
desired.
8. The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow, the gladdening
drink, intelligent drops above the station of the sea, exhilarating,
dropping meath.
9. Soma, while thou art cleansed, most dear and watchful in the
sheep's long wool, most like to Angiras! thou hast become a sage.
Sprinkle our sacrifice with mead!
10. Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his
Marut host: he hastens o'er the fleece with all his thousand streams:
him, him the men make pure and bright.
11. Flow on, best winner of the spoil, to precious gifts of every
sort! Thou art a sea according to the highest law, joy-giver, Soma!
to the Gods
12. Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream,
girt by the Maruts, gladdening, steeds with Indra's strength, for
wisdom and for dainty food.

DECADE IV Soma Pavamana
1. Run onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men
speed forward to the battle!
Making thee glossy like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass
with reins they lead thee.
2. The God declares the deities' generations, like Uaana, proclaiming
lofty wisdom.
With brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, the wild boar, singing
with his foot, advances.
3. Three are the voices that the car-steed utters: he speaks the lore
of prayer, the thought of Order.
To the cows' master come the cows inquiring: the hymns with eager
longing come to Soma.
4. Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse, the God hath with
his juice the Gods pervaded.
Pressed, singing, to the sieve he goes, as passes the Hotar to
enclosures holding cattle.
5. 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
Vishnu
6. To him, praiseworthy, sacred tones have sounded, Steer of the
triple height, the life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood, like Varuna, a river, lavishing treasure, he
distributes blessings.
7. Guard of all being, generating creatures, loud roared the sea as
highest law commanded.
Strong, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, pressed from the stone,
Soma hath waxen mighty.
8. Loud neighs the tawny steed when started, settling deep in the
wooden vessel while they cleanse him.
Led by the men he makes the milk his raiment; then shall he, of
himself, engender worship.
9. This thine own Soma, rich in meath, O Indra, the Strong, hath
flowed into the Strong One's filter.
The swift steed, bounteous, giving hundreds, thousands, hath reached
the sacred grass which never fails him.
10. Flow onward, Soma, rich in meath, 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!

DECADE V Soma Pavamana
1. In forefront of the cars forth goes the hero, the leader, seeking
spoil: his host rejoices.
Soma endues his robe of lasting colours, and blesses, for his
friends, their calls on Indra.
2. Thy streams have been poured forth with all their sweetness, when,
cleansed thou passest through the woollen filter.
The race of kine thou cleansest, Pavamana! Thou didst beget: and
speed the Sun with splendours.
3. Let us sing praises to the Gods: sing loudly, send ye the Soma
forth for mighty riches!
Let him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through the filter: let the God Indu
settle in the beaker!
4. Urged on, the father of the earth and heaven hath gone forth like
a car to gather booty.
Going to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hands containing
every treasure.
5. When, by the law of the Most High, in presence of heaven and
earth, the fond mind's utterance formed him.
Then, loudly lowing, came the cows to Indu, the chosen, wellloved
master in the beaker.
6. Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage's quickly-
moving thoughts, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued child of Surya, and reached the vat
like a fleet vigorous courser.
7. When beauties strive for him as for a charger, then strive the
songs as people for the sunlight.
A mighty Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and hymns as 'twree a stall
that kine may prosper.
8. Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting,
strength, for his carousal.
He quells malignity and slays the demons, King of the homestead, he
who gives us comfort.
9. Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the
yellow lake, O Indu!
Here, too, the bright one, wind-swift, full of wisdom, shall give a
son to him who cometh quickly.
10. Soma, the mighty, when, the waters' offspring, he chose the Gods,
performed that great achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra: he, Indu, generated light in
Surya.
11. As for a chariot-race, the skilful speaker, first hymn, inventor,
hath with song been started.
The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit adorn the car-horse in the
resting-places.
12. Hastening onward like the waves of waters our holy hymns are
coming forth to Soma.
To him they go with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who
longs to meet them.

CHAPTER II
DECADE I Soma Pavamana
1. For first possession of your juice. for the exhilarating drink,
Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!
2. As Pushan. Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him
pure.
He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
3. 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!
4. For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of weal,
Effused as friends, without a spot, benevolent, finders of the. light.
5. Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning
spoil,
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the light!
6. The guileless ones are singing praise to Indra's well-beloved
friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.
7. They for the bold and lovely one ply manly vigour like a bow;
Bright, glad, in front of songs they spread to form a vesture for the
Lord.
8. Him with ths fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of
all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities.
9. Let him, as mortal, crave this speech, for him who presses, of the
juice,
As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away!

DECADE II Soma Pavamana
1. Graciously-minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er
which the youthful one grows great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now the mighty Surya's car
which moves to every side.
2. Spontaneous let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed out and
tawny-coloured, mightily, to the Gods!
Still let our enemies, the godless, be in want, though filled with
food; and let our prayers obtain success!
3. Most beauteous of the beauteous, Indra's thunderbolt, this Soma,
rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat.
Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him, and
milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.
4. Indu hath started forth for Indra's settled place, and slights
not, as a friend, the promise of his friend.
Soma comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the
beaker by a course of hundred paths.
5. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens; the strength
of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.
Thou, gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, art lightly
showing forth thy splendour in the streams.
6. Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer
of days, of mornings, and of heaven.
Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into the jars, and with the help
of sages entered Indra's heart.
7. The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for
this Soma poured the genuine milky draught.
Four other beauteous creatures hath he made for his adornment when he
waxed in strength through holy rites.
8. Flow on to indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar
together with the fiend!
Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice: here be thy
flowing drops laden with opulence!
9. Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the
wondrous one hath bellowed to the kine.
While purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee
hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.
10. The drops of Soma juice, like cows who yield their milk, have
flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the diety,
And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the
covering robe wherewith the address stream.
11. 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.
12. Spread is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as prince thou
enterest its limbs from every side.
The raw, whose mass hath not been heated, gains not this: they only
which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.

DECADE III Soma Pavamana
1. To Indra, to the mighty one, let these gold-coloured juices go,
Drops born as Law prescribes, that find the light of heavenj
2. Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou forth;
Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven!
3. Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself.
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites!
4. Friends, hymn your Lord who makes him pure for rapturous
carouse: let them
Sweeten him, as a child, with lauds and sacred gifts!
5. Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of'
sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old!
6. In might, O Indu, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the
Gods:
Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy seat!
7. Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of
the sheep,
Roaring, while purified, before the voice of song.
8. The speech is uttered for the Sage, for Soma being purified:
Bring meed as 'twere to one who makes thee glad with hymns!
9. Flow to us, Indu, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and,
steeds,
And do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue!
10. Voices have sung aloud to thee as finder-out of wealth for us:
We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.
11. Gold-hued and lovely in his course through tangles of the wooli
he flows:
Stream forth heroic fame upon the worshippers!
12. On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat
he flows:
The Rishis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.

DECADE IV Soma Pavamana
I. For Indra flow, thou Soma, on, as most inspiring drink, exceeding
rich in sweets.
Great, most celestial, gladdening drink!
2. Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God,
on the friend of Gods:
Unclose the cask of middle air!
3. Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy, speeding through
the region and the flood,
Who swims in water, dwells in wood!
4. Him, even this Steer who milks the heavens, him with a thousand
streams, distilling rapturous joy,
Him who brings all things excellent.
5. Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of'
wealth and sweet refreshing food,
Soma who brings us quiet homes.
6. For, verily, Pavamana, thou, divine! endued with brightest
splendour calling all
Creatures to immortality.
7. Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the
longwool of the sheep,
Sporting, as 'twere the waters' wave.
8. He who from out the rocky cavern with his might took forth the red-
refulgent cows--
Thou drewest to thyself the stall of kine and steeds: burst it,
brave Lord, like one in mail; yea, burst it, O brave Lord, like one
in mail!

PART SECOND
BOOK I
CHAPTER I
Om. Glory to the Samaveda! to Lord Ganesa glory! Om.

I Soma Pavamana
1. Sing forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who now is purified,
Fain to pay worship to the Gods!
2, Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled.
milk.
Divine, God-loving, for the God.
3. Bring health to cattle with thy flow, health to the people,
health, to steeds,
Health, O thou King, to growing plants!

II Soma Pavamana
1. Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes
brilliantly,
And form that shouteth all around.
2. Roused by his drivers and sent forth, the strong Steed hath come:
nigh for spoil,
As warriors when they stand arrayed.
3. Specially, Soma, Sage, by day, coming together for our weal,
Like Surya, flow for us to see!

III Soma Pavamana
1. The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, mighty one, have poured them
forth,
Like coursers eager for renown.
2. They have been poured upon the Reece towards the meath-distilling
vat:
The holy songs have rung aloud.
3. Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached
the lake,
Have reached the shrine of sacrifice

V Mitra (Mixed) Varuna
1. Varuna, Mitra, sapient pair, pour fatness on our pastures, pour
Meath on the regions of the air!
2, Gladdened by homage, ruling far, ye reign by majesty of might,
Pure in your ways, for evermore.
3. Lauded by Jamadagni's song, sit in the shrine of sacrifice:
Drink Soma, ye who strengthen Law!
VIII Soma Pavamana
1. High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath
obtained
Dread sheltering power and great renown.
2. Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
For Varuna and the Marut host!
3. Striving to win, with him we gain all riches from the enemy,
Yea, all the glories of mankind,

IX Soma Pavamana
1. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in watery robe.
Giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain
made of gold.
2. He, milking for dear meath the heavenly udder, hath sat in the
ancient gathering-place.
Washed by the men, far-sighted, strong, thou streamest to ther
honourable reservoir.

X Soma Pavamana
1. Run onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men
speed forward to the battle.
Making thee glossy like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass
with reins they lead thee.
2. Indu, the well-armed God is flowing onward, he who averts the
curse and guards the homesteads.
Father, begetter of the Gods, most skilful, the buttress of the
heavens and earth's supporter.

XV Soma Pavamana
1. In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy
way,
Pressed out for Indra, for his drink!
2. Fiend-queller, friend of all men, he hath reached his shrine, his
dwelling-place.
Within the iron-hammered vat.
3. Be thou best Vritra-slaver, best granter of room, most liberal:
Promote our wealthy princes' gifts!

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. For Indra flow, thou Soma, on, as most inspiring drink, most rich
in sweets,
Great, most Celestial, gladdening drink!
2. Thou of whom having drunk the Steer acts like a steer: having
drunk this that finds the light,
He, excellently wise, hath come anear to food and booty, even as
Etasa.

XVIII Soma Pavamana.
1. For first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink,
Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!
2. He who with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hitherward,
Indu, is like an able steed.
3. With prayer all-reaching let the men tend unassailable Soma: be-
The stones prepared for sacrifice!

XIX Soma Pavamana
1. Graciously- minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er
which the youthful one grows great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now the mighty
Surya's car which moves to every side.
2. The speaker, unassailable master of this prayer, the tongue of
sacrifice, pours forth the pleasant meath.
As son be sets the name of mother and of sire in the far distance, in
the third bright realm of heaven.
3. Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men
into the golden reservoir.
The milkers of the sacrifice have sung to him: Lord of three heights,
thou shinest brightly o'er the Dawns.

XVI Soma Pavamana.
1. After his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright
milk from
The Sage who wins a thousand spoils.
2. In aspect he is like the Sun: he runneth forward to the lakes:
Seven currents flowing to the sky.
3. He, while they purify him, stands high over all things that exist
Soma, a God as Surya is.

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. By generation long ago this God, engendered for the Gods,
Flows tawny to the straining cloth.
2. According to primeval plan this poet hath been strengthened by,
The sage as God for all the Gods.
3. Shedding the ancient fiuid thou art poured into the cleansing
sieve:
Roaring, thou hast produced the Gods.

XVIII Soma Pavamana
1. Bring near us those who stand aloof: strike fear into our enemy:
O Pavamana, find us wealth!
2. To him the active, nobly born.
3. Sing ye your songs to him, O men!

XIX Soma Pavamana
1. The Somas skilled in song, the waves have led the water forward,
like
Buffaloes speeding to the woods.
2. With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with
strength in store
Of kine into the wooden vats.
3. To Indra, Vayu. Varuna to Vishnu and the Maruts let
The Soma juices flow expressed.

XX Soma Pavamana
1. O Soma, for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with
surge,
Sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes, into the vat
that drops with meath.
2. Like a dear son how must be decked, the bright and shining one
hath clad him in his robe.
Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the
rivers from their hands.

XXI Soma Pavamana
1. The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly,
pressed.
To glorify our liberal lords.
2. Now like a swan hemaketh all the company sing each his hymm
He like steed is bathed in milk.
3. And Trita's maidens onward urge the tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.

XXII Soma Pavamana.
1. Herewith flow on, thou friend of Gods! Singing, thou runnest round
the sieve oni every side.
The streams of meath have been effused.
2. Lovely, gold-coloured, on he flows.
3. For him who presses, of the juice.

BOOK II
CHAPTER I
I Soma Pavamana
1. Soma, as leader of the song, flow onward with thy wondrous aid.
For holy lore of every sort!
2. Do thou as leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea,
Flow onward, known to all mankind!
1 O Soma, O thou Sage, these worlds stand ready to enhance thy might:
The milch-kine run for thy behoof.

II Soma Pavamana
1. Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:
Drive all our enernies away!
2. And in thy friendship, Indu, most sublime and glorious, may we
Subdue all those who war with us!
3. Those awful weapons which thou hast, sharpened at point to strike
men down--
Guard us therewith from every foe!

III Soma Pavamana
1. O Soma, thou art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent
sway,
2. Steer-strong thy might is like a steer's, steer-strong the wood,
steer-strong the juice:
A steer indeed, O Steer, art thou.
3. Thou, Indu, as a vigorous horse, hast neighed together steeds and
kine:
Unbar for us the doors to wealth!

IV Soma Pavamana
1. For thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana call on thee,
The brilliant looker on the light.
2. When thou art sprinkled with the streams, thou reachest, purified
by men,
Thy dwelling in the wooden vat.
3. Do thou, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength.
O Indu, come thou hitherward!

V Soma Pavamana
1. We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er
The limit of the cleansing sieve.
2. With those same waves which in their stream o'erflow the purifying
sieve,
Soma, be gracious unto us!
3. O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides-for thou canst-
Riches and food with hero sons!

X Soma Pavamana
1. Flow onward, mighty with thy stream, inspiriting the Marut's Lord,
Winning all riches with thy power!
2. I send thee forth to battle from the press, O Pavamana, strong,
Sustainer, looker on the light!
3. Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawnycoloured, with thy
stream:
Incite to battle thine ally!

XI Soma Pavamana
1. A Red Bull bellowing to the kine, thou goest, causing the heavens
and earth to roar and thunder.
A shout is heard like Indra's in the battle: thou flowest on, sending
this voice before thee.
2. Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet juices, urging the
meathrich plant thou goest onward.
Making loud clamour, Soma Pavamana, thou flowest when thou art
effused for Indra.
3. So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, turning the weapon of
the water's holder!
Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the
kine. O Soma!

XV Soma Pavamana
1. Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings
delight,
Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!
2. Killing the foeman and his hate, and daily winning spoil and
strength,
Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.
3. Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely
breast,
Falcon-like resting in thine home!

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. As Pashan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him
pure.
He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
2. The dear cows sang in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink.
The drops as they are purified, the Soma juices, make the paths.
3. O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed,
Which the Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence!

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer
of days, of mornings, and of heaven.
Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into the jars, and with the help
of sages entered Indra's heart.
2. On, with the sages, flows the poet on his way, and guided by the
men, hath streamed into the vats.
He, showing Trita's name, hath caused the meath to flow, increasing
Vayu's strength to make him Indra's friend.
3. He, being purified, hath made the mornings shine, and it is he who
gave the rivers room to flow.
Making the three-times seven pour out the milky stream, Soma, the
cheerer, yields whate'er the heart finds sweet.

CHAPTER II
I Soma Pavamana
1. These rapid Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying
sieve.
To bring us all felicities.
2. Dispelling manifold mishap, giving the courser's progeny,
Yea, and the warrior steed's, success.
3. Bringing prosperity to kine, they pour perpetual strengthening food
On us for noble eulogy.

II Soma Pavamana.
1. King Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf,
To travel through, the realm of air.
2. Pressed for the banquet of the Gods, O Soma, bring us might,and
speed,
Like beauty for a'brilliant show!
3. Bring us, O Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds.
The gift of fortune for our help!

III Soma Pavamana
1. With sacrifice we seek to thee fair cherisher of manly might
In mansons of the lofty heavens.
2. Drink gladdening, crusher of the bold, praiseworthy, with most
mighty sway,
Destroyer of a hundred forts.
3. Hence riches came to thee, the King, O sapient one: the strong-
winged bird,
Unwearied, brought thee from the sky.
4. And now, sent forth, he hath attained to mighty power and majesty,
Active and ready to assist.
5. That each may see the light, the bird brought us the guard of Law,
the friend
O fall, the speeder through the air.

IV Soma Pavamana
1. For food, flow onward with thy stream, cleansed and made bright by
sapient men:
Indu, with sheen approach the milk!
2. While thou art cleansed, song-lover. bring comfort and vigourto
the folk,
Poured, tawny one! on milk and curds!
3. Purified for feast of Gods, go thou to Indra's resting-place,
Resplendent, furthered by the strong!

VI Mitra (Mixed) Varuna
1. Mitra of holy strength I call, and foe-destroying Varuna,
Who perfect prayer with offered oil.
2. By Law, O Mitra, Varuna, Law-strengtheners who cleave to Law,
Have ye obtained your lofty power.
3. The Sages, Mitra, Varuna, of wide dominion, mighty ones,
Bestow on us effectual strength.

IX Soma Pavamana.
1. The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow the gladdening
drink,
Intelligent drops above the station of the sea, exhilarating,
dropping meath.
2. May Pavamana, King and God, speed with his wave over the sea the
lofty rite!
Do thou by Mitra's and by Varuna's decree flow furthering the lofty
rite:
3. Far-seeing, lovely, guided by the men, the God whose habitation is
the sea!

X Soma Pavamana
1. Three are the voices that the car-steed utters: he speaks the lore
of prayer, the thought of Order.
To the cows' master come the cows inquiring: the hymns with eager
longing come to Soma.
2. To Soma come the cows, the milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with
their hymns inquiring.
Soma, effused, is purified and lauded: our hymns and Trishtup songs
unite in Soma.
3. Thus, Soma, as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified,
flow for our welfare!
Pass into Indra. with great joy and rapture: make the voice swell,
and generate abundance!

XIV Soma Pavamana
1. Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing cows. who give
the milk:
The tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
2. The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise,
Embellishing the Child of Heaven.
3. From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas.
Filled full of riches thousandfold!

XV Soma Pavamana
1. The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is distined,
flow Effused, the source of Indra's joy: may you strong juices reach
the Gods!
2. Indu flows on for Indra's sake,-thus have the deities declared.
The Lord of Speech exerts himself, controller of all power and might.
3. Inciter of the voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean
flows.
Even Soma, Lord of opulence, the friend of Indra, day by day.

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. SPREAD is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as prince thou
enterest its limbs from every side.
The raw; whose mass bath not been heated. gains not this: they only
which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.
2. High in the seat of heaven is placed the scorcher's sieve: its,
threads are standing separate, glittering with light.
The swift ones favour him who purifieth this: with brilliancy they
mount up to the height of heaven.
3. The foremost spotted Steer bath made the Mornings shine: he
bellows, fain for war, among created things.
By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who
behold mankind laid down the germ.

BOOK III
CHAPTER I
I Soma Pavamana
1. Fleet as swift steeds thy cows celestial have been poured, O
Pavamana, with the milk into the vat.
Sages who make thee bright, O friend whom Rishis love, have shed
continuous streams from out the realm of air.
2. The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven his ensigns who
is ever stedfast, travel round.
When on the sieve the golden-hued is cleansed he rests within the
jars as one who seats him in his place.
3. O thou who seest all things, sovran as thou art and passing
strong, thy rays encompass every form.
Pervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole
world's Lord, O Soma, thou art King.

II Soma Pavamana
1. From heaven hath Pavamana, made, as 'twere, the marvellous
thunder, and
The lofty light of all mankind.
2. The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, O Pavamana, King!
Flows o'cr the woollen straining-cloth.
3. Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad fixe splendid skill,
Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.

III Soma Pavamana
1. Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed,
like bulls,
Driving the black skin far away.
2. May we attain the bridge of bliss, leaving the bridge of woe
behind:
The riteless Dasa may we quell!
3. The mighty Pavamana's roar is heard as 'twere the rush of rain
The lightning-Rashes move in heaven.
4. Indu, pour out abundant food with store of cattle and of gold,
Of heroes, Soma! and of steeds!
5. Flow onward, dear to all mankind fi full the mighty heaven and
earth,
As Dawn, as Surya with his beams
6. On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy protecting stream,
As Rasa flows around the world!

IV Soma Pavamana
1. Flow on, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
2. Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
Make thou the rain descend from heaven
3. Even here is he who, swift of course, hath with the river's wave
Rowed down.
From heaven upon the straining cloth.
4. With might. producing glare, the juice enters the purifying sieve,
Far-seeing, sending forth its light.
5. Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath.
6. In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the golden-
hued,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.

V Soma Pavamana
1. The glittering maids send Sdra forth, the glorious sisters,
closeallied,
Send Indu forth, their mighty Lord.
2. Pervade, O Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light,
Pressed out, O God thyself, for Gods!
3. Pour on us, Pavamana! rain, as service and fair praise for Gods:
Pour forth unceasingly for food!

X Soma Pavamana
1. Gold-Hued! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a
draught
For Vayu and the Marut host!
2. The Steer shines brightly with the Gods, dear Sage in his
appointed home.
Even Pavamana unbeguiled.
3. O Pavamana, sent by prayer, roaring about thy dwelling-place,
Ascend to Vayu as Law bids!

XI Soma Pavamana
1. O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight.
Many fiends follow me; help me, thou tawny-hued: pass on beyond these
barriers!
2. Close to thy bosom am I. Soma, day and night draining the milk, O
golden hued.
Surya himself refulgent with his glow have we, as birds, o'ertaken in
his course.

XII Soma Pavamana
1. Active, while being purified, he hath assailed all enemies: They
deck the Sage with holy hymns.
2. The Red hath mounted to his shrine; strong Indra hath approached
the juice:
In his firm dwelling let him rest!
3. O Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side:
Pour on us treasures thousandfold!

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. The Sage of heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both
hands, with roars,
Gives us delightful powers of life.
2. He, the bright son, when born, illumed his parents who had sprung
to life,
Great Son, great strengtheners of Law.
3. On, onward to a glorious home, free from all guile and dear to.
men,
Flow with enjoyment to our praise!

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. For, verily, Pavamana, thou, divine! endued with brightest
splendour, calling all
Creatures to immortality.
4. With whom Dadhyach Navagva opened fastened doors, by whom the
sages gained their wish,
By whom they won the fame of lovely Amrita in the felicity of Gods.

XVIII Soma Pavamana
1. Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of
the sheep,
Roaring, while purified, before the voice of song.
2. With prayers they cleanse the mighty steed, sporting in wood,
above the fleece:
Our hymns, intoned, have praised him of the triple height.
3. He hath been hastened to the jars, bountiful, like an eager horse,
And, lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.

XIX Soma Pavamana
1. 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
Vishnu.
2. Brahman of Gods, the leader of the poets, Rishi of sages, chief of
savage creatures,
Falcon amid the vultures, axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve
goes Soma singing.
3. He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice,
our songs and praises
Beholding these inferior powers, the hero, well knowing, takes his
stand among the cattle.

CHAPTER II
I Soma Pavamana
1. Winner of gold and gear and cattle flow thou on, set as impregner,
Indu! 'mid the worlds of life!
Rich in brave men art thou, Soma, who winnest all: these holy singers
wait upon thee with song.
2. O Soma, thou beholdest men from every side: O Pavamana, Steer,
thou wanderest through these.
Pour out upon us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength
to live among the things that be!
3. Thou passest to these worlds as sovran Lord thereof, O Indu,
harnessing thy tawny well-winged mares.
May they pour forth for thee milk and oil rich in sweets:
O Soma, let the folk abide in thy decree!

II Soma Pavamana
1. The streams of Pavamana, thine, finder of all I have been ettused,
Even as Surya's rays of light.
2. Making the light that shines from heaven thou flowest on to every
form,
Soma, thou swellest like a sea.
3. Shown forth thou sendest out thy voice, O Pavamana, with a roar.
Like Surya, God, as Law commands.

III Soma Pavamana
1. Hitherward have the Somas streamed, the drops while they are
purified:
When blent, in waters they are raised.
2. The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a
precipice:
They come to Indra, being cleansed.
3. O Soma Pavamana, thou flowest as Indra's gladdener: The men have
seized and lead thee forth.
4. Thou, Indu, when, expressed by stones, thou runnest to the filter,
art
Ready for Indra's high decree.
5. Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow delighting men,
As the supporter of mankind!
6. Flow on, best Vritra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful
lauds,
pure, purifying, wonderful
7. Pure, purifying, is he called, Soma effused and full of sweets,
Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.

IV Soma Pavamana
1. The Sage hath robed him in the sheep's wool for the banquet of the
Gods,
Subduing all our enemies.
2. For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold riches in the shape
Of cattle to the worshippers.
3. Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with
thoughts:
As such, O Soma, find us fame!
4. Pour on us lofty glory, send sure riches to our liberal lords:
Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
5. As thou art cleansed, O wondrous steed, O Soma, thou hast entered,
like
A pious king, into the songs,
6. He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made bright
With hands, is resting in the press.
7. Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest. Soma to the sieve,
Lending the laud heroic strength.

V Soma Pavamana
1. Pour on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of
nourishment!
And, Soma, all felicities!
2. As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from,
the juice,
Seat thee on the dear sacred grass!
3. And, finding for us steeds and kine, O Soma, with thy juice flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly!
4. As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and slays the enemy,
Thus, vanquisher of thousands! flow!

VI Soma Pavamana
1. Thou, Indu, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were
poured for help,
Hast settled in the cleansing sieve.
2. So flow thou onward through the fleece, for Indra flow to be his
drink,
Seating thee in the shrine of Law!
3. As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and
milk,
O Soma, for the Angirasas!

XI Soma Pavamana
1. Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the reservoirs,
Resting in wooden vats thy home!
2. Let water winning Somas flow to Indra, Vayu, Varuna,
To Vishnu and Marut host!
3. Soma, bestowing food upon our progeny, from every side
Pour on us riches thousandfold.

XII Soma Pavamana
1. Pressed out by pressers Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,
Goes even as with a mare in tawny-coloured stream, goes in a sweetly-
sounding stream.
2. Down to the water Soma, rich in kine, bath flowed with cows, with
cows that have been milked.
They have approached the mixing-vessels as a sea: the cheerer streams
for the carouse.

XIII Soma Pavamana
1. O Purifying Soma, bring to us the wondrous treasure, meet.
For lauds, that is in earth and heaven!
2. Cleansing the lives of men, thou, Steer, bellowing on the sacred
grass,
Gold-hued, hast settled in thy home.
3. For ye twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of heaven's light, Lords of
the kine:
Prosper, as mighty ones, our prayers

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams
for rapturous joy.
Hawk-like he settles in his home.
2. Fair is the juice beloved of Gods, washed in the waters, pressed
by men:
The milch kine sweeten it with milk
3. Then, like a steed, have they adorned the inciter for eternal life,
The meath's juice at the festival.

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God,
on the friend of Gods
Unclose the cask of middle air
2. Roll onward from the press, O mighty one, effused, as kings,
supporter of the tribes
Pour on us rain from heaven, send us the water's flow, urging our
thoughts to win the spoil!

XVIII Soma Pavamana
1. Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of
sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.
2. The place that is concealed hath gained a share of Trita's
pressing-stones,
By the seven laws of sacrifice, even that dear place.
3. He hath sent forth unto the heights the three, in stream, as
Trita's wealth:
He who is passing wise measures his pathways out.

XIX Soma Pavamana
1. Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, to win us spoil and
wealth,
Soma exceeding rich in meath for Indra, Vishnu, and the Gods
2. The hymns that know not guile, caress thee, golden-coloured, in
the sieve.
As mothers, Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.
3. Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the
earth.
Thou, of Pavamana, hast assumed thy coat of mail with majesty.

XX Soma Pavamana
1. Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting
strength, for his carousal.
He quells malignity and slays the demons, King of the homestead, he
who gives us comfort.
2. 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.
3. He flows, as he is cleansed, to sacred duties, a God bedewing Gods
with his own juices.
Indu hath, clothed in powers that suit the season, on the raised
fleece engaged the ten swift fingers.

BOOK IV
CHAPTER I
I Soma Pavamana
1. Light of the sacrifice, be pours delicious meathp most wealthy,
father and begetter of the Gods.
He, gladdening, best of cheerers, juice that Indra loves, enriches
with mysterious treasure earth and heaven.
2. The Lord of heaven, the vigorous and far-seeing one, flowsshouting
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.
3. As Pavamana thou flowest before the streams: thou goest on, before
the hymn, before the kine.
Thou sharest mighty booty in the van of war Soma, well-armed, thou
art pressed out by men who press.

II Soma Pavamana
1. Through our desire of heroes, kine, and horses, vigorous Somadrops,
Brilliant and swift, have been effused.
2. They, beautified by holy men and purified in both the hands,
Are flowing through the fleecy cloth.
3. These Soma juices shall pour forth all treasures for the
worshipper,
From heaven and earth and firmament.

III Soma Pavamana
1. Flow, Soma, Indu, dear to Gods, swift through the purifying sieve,
And enter fndra in thy strength
2. As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid steer:
Sit in thy place as one with power
3. The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative
juice:
The Sage drew waters to himself.
4. The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee mighty one,
When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.
5. The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our friend, heaven's
prop and stay,
Falls on the purifying cloth.
6. The tawny Bull hath bellowed. fair as mighty Mitra to behold
He gleams and flashes with the Sun.
7. Songs, Indra, active in their might, are beautified for thee,
wherewith
Thou deckest thee for rapturous joy.
8. To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the wild delight,
That Thou mayst have exalted praise,
9. Winner of kine Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and spoil:
Primeval soul of sacrifice.
10. Pour on us, Indu! Indra-strength with a full stream of sweetness,
like
Parianya, sender of the rain!

IV Soma Pavamana
1. O Soma Pavamana, be victorious, win us high renown; And make us
better than we are!
2. Win thou the light, win heavenly light, and, Soma, all felicities;
And make us better than we are!
3. Win skilful strength and mental power! O Soma, drive away our foes;
And make us better than we are!
4. Ye purifiers, purify Soma for Indra, for his drink;
Make thou us better than we are!
5. Give us our portion in the Sun through thine own mental power and
aids;
And make us better than we are!
6. Through thine own mental power and aids long may we look upon the
Sun:
Make thou us better than we are!
7. Well-weaponed Soma, pour to us a stream of riches doubly great;
And make us better than we are!
8. As one victorious unsubdued in battle, pour forth wealth to us:
And make us better than we are!
9. With offerings, Pavamana! men have strengthened thee as Law
commands:
Make thou us better than we are!
10. O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds brilliant and quickening all
life;
And make us better than we are!

V Soma Pavamana
1. Swift runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowing juice:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
2. The Morning knows all precious things, the Goddess knows her grace
to man:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
3. We have accepted thousands from Dhvasra's and Purusbanti's hands:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
4. From whom we have accepted thus thousands and three-times ten
besides:
Swift runs this giver of delight.

VI Soma Pavamana
1. Forth with his stream who gladdens best these Soma juices have
been poured,
Lauded with songs for mighty strength.
2. Thou flowest to enjoy the milk, and bringest valour, being,
cleansed:
Winning the spoil flow hitherward
3. And, hymned by Jamadagni, let all nourishment that kine supply,
And general praises, flow to us!

XI Soma Pavamana
1. For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu, very rich in meath,
To seat thee in the place of song!
2. Sage: who know the lore of speech deck thee, the strong sustainer,
well:
Men make thee bright and beautiful.
3. Let Mitra, Varuna, Aryaman drink Pavamana's juice, yea, thine.
Sage! let the Maruts drink thereof.

XII Soma Pavamana
1. Deft-handed! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.
Thou, Pavamana makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much-
desired.
2. Made pure, as Pavamana, in the sheep's long wool, the Steer bath
bellowed in the vat.
Thou flowest, Soma Pavamana! balmed with 'milk unto the meeting-place
of Gods.

XIII Soma Pavamana
1. Him here, the offspring of the sea, the ten swift fingers beautify:
With the Adityas is he seen.
2. With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with the beams
Of Surya to the cleansing sieve.
3. Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pushan, fair
For Mitra and for Varuna!

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. Soma, the dweller on the hills, effused, hath flowed into the
sieve.
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
2. Thou art a holy bard, a Sage; the meath offspring of thy sap:
All bounteous art thou in carouse.
3. All-d6ties of one accorcl have come that they may drink of thee:
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

XVIII Soma Pavamana
1. Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of
wealth, and sweet refreshing food,
Soma who brings us quiet homes:
2. He whom our Indra and the Marut host shall drink, Bhaga shall
drink with Aryaman,
By whom we bring to us Mitra and Varuna, and Indra for our great
defence.

XIX Soma Pavamana
1. Friends, hymn your Lord who makes him pure for rapturous carouse:
let them
Sweeten him, as a child, with lauds and sacred gifts
2. Like as a calf with mother cows, so Indu is urged forth and sent,
Glorified by our hymns;, the god-delighting juice.
3. Effectual help to power is he. he is a banquet for the troop,
He who hath been effused, more rich in meath, for Gods.

XX Soma Pavamana
1. For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of weal,
Effused as friends, without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light.
2. These Soma juices, skill.ed in song, purified, blent with milk and
curd,
Hastening on and firmly set in oil resemble beauteous suns.
3. Effused by means of pressing- stones, upon the oxhide visible,
They, treasure-finders, have announced food unto us from every side.

XXI Soma Pavamana
1. Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the
yellow lake, O Indu!
Here, too, the bright one, wind-swift, full of wisdom, shall give a
son to him who cometh quickly.
2. Flow on for us with this purification to the famed ford of thee
whose due is glory!
May the foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe
fruit, sixty thousand treasures!
3. Eagerly do we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and
Prisana, wrought in battle.
He sent our enemies to sleep and slew them, and turned away the
foolish and unfriendly.

CHAPTER II
I Soma Pavamana
1. The God declares the deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming
lofty wisdom.
With brilliant kin far-ruling, sanctifying, the wild boar, singing
with his foot, advances.
2. The swans, the Vrishagnas from anear us, restless, have brought
their clamour to our dwelling--
Friends come to Pavamana, meet for praises-and sound in concert their
resistless music.
3. He takes the swiftness of the great Far strider: cows low
as, 'twere to him who sports at pleasure.
He with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the silvery
shines by night, by day the golden.
4. Like cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for
renown,
Have Soma drops flowed forth for wealth.
5. Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are
urged to speed,
Like joyful songs of singing-men.
6. The Somas deck themselves with milk as kings are graced with
eulogies,
And, with seven priests, the sacrifice.
7. Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow forth abundantly
with song,
Flow with the stream of savoury juice.
8. Winning Vivasvan's glory and speeding the light of Dawn, the suns,
Pass through the openings of the cloth.
9. The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs--
The men who bring the mighty One.
10. In close society have come the priests, the sevenfold brotherhood,
Filling the station of the One.
11. He makes us kin with Gods, he joins the Sun, for seeing, with
mine eye;
I milk the Sage's offspring forth.
12. The Sun beholdeth with his eye the heaven's dear quarter which
the priests
Have set within the sacred cell.

II Soma Pavamana
1. Forth on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance
of Law,
Knowing what suits this worshipper.
2. Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of Meath, most
excellent,
Oblation best of all in worth.
3. About the holy place the Steer, true, guileless, noblest, hath
sent forth,
Continuous voices in the wood.
4. When the Sage, purging manly deeds and lofty wisdom flows, around,
5. When purified, he sits enthroned as King over the warring clans.
What time the sages speed him on.
6. Most dear, gold-coloured, in the fleece he sinks, and settles in
the wood:
The singer is besieged with song.
7. He goes to Indra, Vayu, and the Asvins with the rapturous joy,
To whomsoe'er his power delights.
8. The waves of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra, Varuna,
Well knowing, through his mighty powers.
9. Gain for us, O ye Heaven and Earth, riches of Meath to win us
strength:
Gain for us treasures and renown.
10. We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the strong, that
brings us bliss,
The guardian, the desire of all;
11. The excellent, the gladdener, the Sage with heart that
understands.
The guardian, the desire of all;
12. Who for ourselves, O thou most wise, is wealth and fair
intelligence,
The guardian, the desire of all.

VII Soma Pavamana.
1. Indu hath started forth for Indra's settled place, and slights
not,. as a friend, the promise of his friend.
Soma comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the
beaker by a course of hundred paths.
2. Your hymns of pleasant sound, praiseworthy, fond of lauds, have
come into the hall enclosed for sacrifice.
Singers have hymned the golden-coloured as he sports, and milchkine
have come near to meet him with their milk,
3. O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, with thy wave pour orb us
plentiful accumulated food,
Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched.
with store of nourishment, and strength, and meath.

IX Soma Vaisvanara
1. Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites
2. Loose him who bringeth household wealth, even as a calf with.
mother kine,
Him who bath double strength, strong, god-delighting juice!
3. Purify him who gives us power, most blissful one, that he may be
A banquet for the troop, Mitra, and Varuna!

X Soma Pavamana
1. The Strong hath flowed forth in a thousand streams, flowed through
the filter and the sheep's long wool.
2. With ceaseless genial flow the Strong hath run, purified by the
waters, blent with milk.
3. Pressed out with stones, directed by the men, go forth, O Soma,
into Indra's throat!

XI Soma Pavamana
1. The Soma juices which have been expressed afar or near at hand,
Or there on Saryanavan's bank,
2. Those pressed among Arjikas, pressed among the active, in, men's
homes,
Or pressed among the Fivefold Tribes--
3. May these celestial drops, expressed, pour forth upon us, as they
flow,
Rain from the heavens and hero strength!

BOOK V
CHAPTER I
I Soma Pavamana
1. The Maruts with their troop adorn and brighten, even at his birth,
the Sage, the lovely infant.
By songs a poet, and a Sage by wisdom, Soma goes singing through the
cleansing filter.
2. Light-winner, Rishi-minded, Rishi-maker, hymned in a thousand
hymns, leader of sages,
Eager to gain his third form, mighty, Soma is, like Viraj,
resplendent as a singer.
3. Hawk seated in the press, bird wide-extended, the banner seeking
kine and wielding weapons,
Uniting with the sea, the wave of waters, the mighty tells his fourth
form and declares it.

II Soma Pavamana
1. Obeying Indra's dear desire these Soma juices have flowed forth
Increasing his heroic might.
2. Laid in the press and flowing pure to Vayu and the Asvins, may
These give us great heroic strength.
3. Soma, as thou art purified, incite to bounty Indra's heart,
To seat him in the shrine of Gods!
4. The ten swift fingers deck thee forth seven ministers impel thee
on,
The sages have rejoiced in thee.
5. When through the filter thou art poured we clothe thee with a robe
of milk,
To be a rapturous feast for Gods.
6. When purified within the jars, Soma bright-red and golden-hued,
Hath veiled him in a milky dress.
7. Flow onward to our wealthy lords. Drive all our enemies away:
O lndu, pass into thy friend!
8. May we obtain thee, Indra's drink, who viewest men and findest
light,
Gain thee and progeny and food!
9. Send down the rain from heaven and make splendour upon the earth!
Give us,
O Soma, victory in war!

III Soma Pavamana
1. Poured through the fleece in thousand streams purified Soma
floweth to,
Indra's and Vayu's meeting-place.
2. Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,
Effused to entertain the Gods!
3. The Soma drops with thousand powers are purified to win us
strength,
Hymned to become the feast of Gods.
4. Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win us
strength:
Indu, bring splendid manly might
5. Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, to
win us strength,
Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.
6. May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,-
- These godlike Soma drops effused!
7. The roaring Soma drops flow on, like milch-kine lowing to, their
calves:
They have run forth from both the hands.
8. Beloved by Indra, bringing joy, roaring as thou art purified,
Drive all our enemies away.
9. As Pavamanas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,
Sit in the place of sacrifice.

IV Soma Pavamana
1. The Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, to Indra have been
poured,
Shed with the stream of sacrifice.
2. Sages have called to Indra, like cows, milch-kine, lowing to their
calves,
Called him to drink the Soma juice.
3. In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his.
seat,
Resting upon a wild cow's hide.
4. Far-sighted Soma, Sage and bard, is worshipped in the central
point,
Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool.
5. In close embracement Indu holds Soma when poured within the: jars.
And on the purifying sieve.
6. Indu sends forth a voice on high, up in the region of the sea.
Stirring the cask that drops with meath.
7. The tree whose praises never fail dwells in the stream of holy
milk,
Urged onward by its human friend.
8. O Pavamana bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours; yea,
O Indu, give us ready help!
9. Sage, poet, poured with all his stream, Soma is driven, far away,
To the dear places of the sky.

V Soma Pavamana
1. Loud as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up
themselves:
Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point!
2. At thine effusion upward rise three voices fresh and strong, when
thou.
Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.
3. On to the fleece they urge with stones the dear, the
goldencoloured one,
Even Pavamana dropping meath.
4. Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage, best giver of delight,
To seat these in the shrine of song!
5. Best giver of delight, flow on anointed with the milk for balm,
And enter into Indra's throat!

VI Soma Pavamana
1. Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delights,
Battered the nine-and-ninety down.
2. Smote swiftly forts, and Sambara, then Yadu and that Turvasa,
For pious Divodasa's sake!
3. Finder of horses, pour on us horses and wealth in kine and gold,
And Indu, food in boundless store!

VII Soma Pavamana
1. Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on,
Going to Indra's settled place.
2. O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes:
O Indu, grant heroic fame!
3. A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked thee when rain to give thy
boons,
When, being cleansed, thou combatest.

VIII Soma Pavamana
1. Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou gavest splendour to
the sun,
Speeding the waters kind to man!
2. He, Pavamana, high o'er man, yoked the Sun's courser Etasa,
To travel through the realm of air.
3. Yea, those bay steeds he harnessed to the chariot that the Sun
might come:
Indu, he said, is Indra's self.

XI Soma Pavamana
I. Adhvaryu, to the filter lead the Soma-juice expressed with stones:
Make thou it pure for Indra's drink!
2. These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu! enjoy this juice of thine,
This Pavamana's flowing meath.
3. Pour out for Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven, the Soma's
juice,
Most excellent, most rich in sweets!

XII Soma Pavamana
1. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength
of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy,
Thou, gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, art lightly
showing forth thy splendour in the streams.
2. He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win
light, car-borne, in forays for the kine.
Indu, while stimulating Indra's might, is urged forward and balmed by
sages skilful in their task.
3. Soma, as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy
strength enter thou Indra's throat.
Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete
out exhaustless powers for us through this our prayer!

XV Soma Pavamana
1. God, working with mankind flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening
juice:
To Vayu mount as Law commands!
2. O Soma Pavamana, thou pourest out wealth that may be famed:
O Indu, pass into the lake!
3. Soma, thou flowest chasing foes, finder of wisdom and delight:
Drive thou the godless folk afar!

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning
spoil,
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the light!
2. May we, O Vasu, be most near to this thy bounty, food, and wealth!
Desired by many men, and in thy favour, O resistless one!
3. Effused, this Indu hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the
fleece.
He streams erect to sacrifice, as 'twere with splendour, seeking kine.

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods, to
every form!
2. Flow on, O Soma, radiant for the Gods, blissful to heaven and
earth and living things!
3. Thou art, bright juice, sustainer of the sky: flow, mighty, in
accordance with true law!

CHAPTER II
I Soma Pavamana
1. Guard of all being, generating creatures, loud roared the sea as
highest law commanded.
Strong in the filter, on the fleecy summit, pressed from the stone,
Soma hath waxen mighty.
2. Make Vayu glad, for furtherance and bounty: cheer Varuna and
Mitra, as they cleanse thee!
Gladden the Gods, gladden the host of Maruts: make Heaven and Earth
rejoice, O God, O Soma!
3. Soma, the mighty, when, the water's offspring, he chose the Gods,
performed that great achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra: he, Indu, generated strength
in Surya.

II Soma Pavamana
1. Here present this immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings,
To settle in the vats of wood.
2. Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and
bestows
Rich gifts upon the worshipper.
3. He. like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along.
Is fain to win all precious boons.
4. This God as he is flowirig on speeds like a car and gives his aid:
He lets his voice be heard of all.
5. This God, while flowing, is adorned, gold-coloured, for the spoil,
by men
Devout and skilled in holy songs.
6. This God, made ready with the hymn runs swiftly through the
winding ways,
Inviolable as he flows.
7. A way he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven,
And roars as he is flowing on.
8. While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven,
across
The regions, never overthrown.
9. By generation long ago, this God, engendered for the Gods,
Flows tawny to the straining-cloth.
10. This Lord of many holy laws, even at his birth engendering
strength,
Effused, flows onward in a stream.

III Soma Pavamana
1. Through the fine fingers, with the song, this hero comes with
rapid cars,
Going to Indra's settled place.
2. In holy thought he ponders much for the great service of theGods,
Where the immortals have their seat.
3. Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,
Him who brings forth abundant food.
4. He is deposited and led along the consecrated path
When zealous men are urging him,
5. He moves, a vigorous steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining
gold,
He who is Sovran of the streams.
6. He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them, bull who leads
the herd,
Doing with might heroic deeds.
7. He, over places rough to pass bringing rich treasures, closely
pressed.
Descends into the reservoirs.
8. Him, even him the golden-hued, well armed, best giver of delight,
Ten fingers urge to run his course.

IV Soma Pavamana
1. This Bull, this chariot robes him in the sheep's long wool as
heproceeds.
To war that wins a thousand spoils.
2. The dames of Trita with the stones urge forth this goldencoloured
one,
Indu to Indra for his drink.
3. He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men,
Like lover speeding to his love.
4. This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in
heaven,
This Soma drop that pierced the sieve.
5. Pressed for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth intelligent,
calling out,
Unto the well-beloved place.
6. Him, here, the gold-decked skilful ten cleanse carefully, who make
him bright.
And beauteous for the gladdening draught.

V Soma Pavamana
1. Urged by the men, this vigorous steed, Lord of the mind omniscient,
Flies to the long wool of the sheep.
2. Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused.
Entering all their essences.
3. He shines in beauty there, this God, immortal, in his
dwellingplace,
Foe-slayer, dearest to the Gods.
4. Directed by the sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer
Runs onward to the wooden vats.
5. This Pavamana, gladdening drink within the purifying sieve,
Gave splendour to the Sun in heaven.
6. Unconquerable Lord of speech, dwelling beside Viavasvan, he
Mounts up together with the Sun.

VI Soma Pavamana
1. This Sage, exalted by our lands, flows to the purifying sieve,
Scattering foes as he is cleansed.
2. Giver of strength, winner of light, for Indra and for Vayu he
Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.
3. The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, omniscient the head of heaven.
Effused into the vats of wood.
4. Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana roared,
Still conqueror, never overcome.
5. To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed
This Indu, being purified.
6. This Soma being purified flows mighty and invincible, Slayer of
sinners, dear to Gods.

VII Soma Pavamana
1. This Soma, strong effused for draught, flows to the purifying
sieve,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
2. Far sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve intelligent,
Bellowing to his place of rest.
3. This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,
Fiend-slayer, through the sheep's long wool.
4. This Pavamana, up above on Trita's ridge, hath made the Sun,
Together with the Sisters, shine.
5. Effused, this Soma, Steer, who slays Vritra, room-giver,
unbeguiled,
Hath gone as 'twere to win the spoil.
6. Urged by the sage upon his way, this God speeds forward to the:
vats,
Indu to Indra, giving boons.

VIII Soma Pavamana
1. The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamana hymns,
Tastes food completely purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's touch.
2. Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamana hymns,
For him Sarasvat! pours forth water and butter, milk and meath.
3. Yea, for the Pavamanas flow richly, drop fatness, bring us weal,--
Amrit deposited among the Brahmans, essence stored by saints.
4. So may the Pavamana hymns bestow on us this world and that,
And gratify our hearts' desires'-the Goddesses combined with Gods!
5. The purifying flood wherewith Gods ever purify themselves,--
With that, in thousand currents, may the Pavamanas make us clean!
6. The Pavamana hymns bring weal: by these man goes to Paradise,
And, eating pure and holy food, attains to immortality.

IX Agni
1. We with great reverence have approached the Youngest, who hath
shone forth well kindled in his dwelling,
Wondrously bright between wide earth and heaven, well worshipped,
looking forth in all directions.
2. Through his great might o'ercoming all misfortunes, praised in the
house is Agni Jatavedas.
May he preserve us from disgrace and trouble, both us who laud him
and our wealthy princes!
3. O Agni, thou art Varuna and Mitra: Vasishthas! with their holy
hymns exalt thee.
With thee be most abundant gain of treasure!
Do ye preserve us evermore with blessing!

X Indra
1. Indra, great in his power and might, and like Parjanya rich in
rain.
Hath been increased by Vatsa's lauds.
2. Since Kanvas have with lauds made him completer of the sacrifice,
Words are their own appropriate arms.
3. When priests who magnify the Son of holy law present their gifts,
Sages with Order's hymn of praise.

XI Soma Pavamana
1. Of gold-hued Pavamana, great destroyer, radiant streams have
flowed,
Swift streams of him whose gleams are swift.
2. Best rider of the chariot, praised with fairest praise 'mid
beauteous ones,
Gold gleaming with the Marut host,
3. Penetrate, Pavamana, best at winning booty, with thy rays,
Giving the Singer hero strength!

XII Soma Pavamana
1. Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred
gifts,
Who, friend of man, hath run among the water-streams He hath pressed
Soma out with stones.
2. Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece, invincible
and more odorous!
We joy in thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still
with juice and milk.
3. Pressed out for all to see, delighting Gods, Indu, far-seeing one,
is mental power.

XIII Soma Pavamana
1. Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed the
wondrous one hath bellowed to the kine.
While purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee
hawk-like in the place that drops with oil.
2. Parjanya is the sire of the leaf-bearing Bull: on mountains, in
earth's centre hath he made his home.
The waters have flowed forth, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the
pressing-stones at the beloved rite.
3. To glory goest thou, a Sage with ordering skill, like a groomed
steed thou rushest forward to the prize.
Be gracious to us, Soma, driving off distress! Thou goest, clothed in
butter, to a robe of state.

XIV Indra
1. Turning as 'twere to meet the Sun, enjoy from Indra all good
things!
When he who will be born is born with power we look to treasures as
our heritage.
2. Praise him who sends us wealth, prompt with his liberal boons Good
4re the gifts that Indra gives.
He is not wroth with one who satisfies his wish: he instigates, his
mind to give.

XV Indra
1. Indra, give us security from that whereof we are afraid
Help us, O Maghavan, let thy favour aid us thus drive away foes and
enemies!
2. For thou, O liberal Lord of ample bounty, art the ruler of our
house and home.
So, Indra Maghavan, thou lover of the song, we with pressed Soma call
on thee.

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. Thou, Soma, hast a running stream, sweet-toned most strong at
sacrifice:
Flow bounteously bestowing wealth
2. Thou most delightful, when effused, running, the best of
gladdeners, art
Indu, still conquering, ne'er subdued.
3. Do thou, poured forth by pressing- stones, flow hither uttering a
roar,
And bring us brightly-glorious strength!

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. In might, O Indu, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the
Gods:
Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy seat!
2. Thy drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight
The Gods have drunk thee up for immortality.
3. Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified
Pouring down rain from heaven in floods, and finding light!

XVIII Soma Pavamana
1. Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued beloved of all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities
2. Whom, bright with native splendour, crushed between the preesing-
stones, a friend.
Whom Indra dearly loves, the waves and ten companions dip and bathe
3. For Vritra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,
And for the guerdon-giving man, the hero sitting in his seat.

XIX Soma Pavamana
1. Flow onward Soma, flow for mighty strength, as a strong courser,
bathed, to win the prize.
2. The pressers clarify this juice of thine, the Soma for delight and
lofty fame.
3. They deck the gold-hued infant, newly-born, even Soma, Indu, in
the sieve, for Gods.

XX Soma Pavamana
1. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
The active crusher of the foe.
2. Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen
him,
Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart!
3. Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams
with milk:
Increase the sea, praiseworthy one!

XXI Indra
1. Hitherward! they who light the flame and straightway trim the
sacred grass,
Whose friend is Indra ever young.
2. Large is their fuel, much their laud, wide is their splinter from
the stake,
Whose friend is Indra ever young.
3. Unquelled in fight the hero leads his army with the warrior chiefs,
Whose friend is Indra ever young.

XXII Indra
1. He who alone bestoweth wealth on mortal man who offereth gifts,
Is Indra only, potent Lord whom none resist.
2. Whoever with the Soma pressed draws thee away from many men,-
Verily Indra gains thereby tremendous power.
3. When willhe trample, like a weed, the man who hath no gift for him?
When, verily, will Indra hear our songs of praise?

XXIII Indra
1. The singers hymn thee, they who chant the psalm of praise are
lauding thee.
The Brahmans have exalted thee, O Satakratu, like a pole.
2, When thou wast climbing ridge from ridge, he looked upon the
toilsome task:
Indra takes notice of that wish, and the Ram hastens with his troop.
3. Harness thy pair of strong bay steeds, long-maned, whose bodies
fill the girths.
And, Indra, Soma drinker, come to listen to our songs Of praise!

BOOK VI
CHAPTER I
I Agni
1. Agni,well kindled bring the Gods for him who offers holy gifts;
And worship them, pure Hotar-priest!
2. O Sage, Tanunapat, present our sacrifice to Gods to-day,
Sweet to the taste, that they may help!
3. Dear Narasansa, sweet of tongue, presenter of oblations, I
Invoke to this our sacrifice.
4. Agni, on thy most easy car, entreated, hither bring the Gods!
Manus-appointed Priest art thou.

II Adityas
1. So when the Sun hath risen to-day may sinless Mitra, Aryaman,
Bhaga, and Savitar send us forth!
2. May this our home be guarded well: forward, ye bounteous, on the
way, Who bear us safely o'er distress!
3. Yea, Aditi, and those great Kings whose statute is inviolate, Are
sovrans of a vast domain.

III Indra
1. Let Soma juices make thee glad! Display thy bounty, Thunderer:
Drive off the enemies of prayer!
2. Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts! mighty
art thou:
There is not one to equal thee.
3. Thou art the Lord of Somas pressed, Somas unpressed are also thine:
Thou art the Sovran of the folk.

IV Soma Pavamana
1. True object of our hymns, Sage, watchful Soma hath settled in the
press as they refine him.
Him the Adhvaryus, paired and eager, follow, leaders of sacrifice and
skilful-handed.
2. He, purified and bringing gifts to Surya, hath filled full heaven
and earth, and hath disclosed them.
He by whose dear help heroes gain their wishes will yield the
precious meed as to a victor.
3. He, being cleansed, the strengthener and increaser, bountiful Soma
helped us his lustre,
Wherein our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and
sought the kine within the mountain.

VVII Soma Pavamana
1. Run forth to battle conquering the Vritras! thou Speedest to quell
the foe like one exacting debts.
2. Thou Pavamana, didst beget the Sun with might, and rain in the
supporting sky,
Hasting to us with plenty vivified with milk.
3. For, Soma, we rejoice ourselves in thee effused for great
supremacy in fight;
Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds.

VIII Soma Pavamana
1. Flow forth, O Soma, flow thou onward, sweet to Indra's,
Mitra's, Pushan's, Bhaga's taste!
2. So flow thou on as bright celestial juice, flow to the vast
immortal dwelling-place!
3. Let Indra drink, O Soma, of thy juice for wisdom, and all deities
for strength!

IX Soma Pavamana
1. Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, they issue forth
together, gladdening as they flow,
These swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save
only Indra shows itself so pure.
2. 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 those who press, the drop, rich in
sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.
3. The bull is bellowing; the cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses
approach the God's own resting-place.
Onward hath Soma pressed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and
hath, as 'twere, endued a garment newly washed.

XXI Surya
1. This spotted Bull hath come and sat before the mother in the east,
Advancing to his father heaven.
2. As expiration from his breath, his radiance penetrates within
The Bull shines out through all the sky.
3. Song is bestowed upon the Bird: it reigns supreme through thirty
realms.
Throughout the days at break of morn.

III Soma Pavamana
1. Let him, as mortal, crave this speech for him who presses of the
juice!
As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away.
2. The kinsman hath endued his robe even as a son is clasped in arms.
He went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like.
3. That hero who produces strength, he who hath propped both worlds
apart,
Gold-hued, hath wrapped him in the sieve to settle, priest-like, in
his place.

VI Soma Pavamana
1. Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy, speeding through
the region and the flood,
Who swims in water, dwells in wood
2. The Steer with thousand streams who poureth out the rain, dear to
the race of deities;
Who, born in Law, hath waxen mighty by the Law, King, God, and lofty
ordinance.

VIII Soma Pavamana
1. Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse, the God hath with
his juice the Gods pervaded.
Pressed, singing, to the sieve he goes, as passes the Hotar to
enclosures hoiding cattle.
2. Robed in fair raiment meet to wear in combat, a mighty Sage
pronouncing invocations,
Roll onward to the press-boards as they cleanse thee, far-seeing at
the feast of Gods and watchful!
3. Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a prince among us,
nobler than the noble.
Roar out as thou art purified, run forward! Do ye preserve us
evermore with blessings!

XI Soma Pavamana
1. To him, praiseworthy, sacred tones have sounded, Steer of the
triple height, the life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood, like Varuna, a river, lavishing treasure, he
distributes blessings.
2. Great conqueror, warrior girt, Lord of all heroes, flow on thy way
as he who winneth riches:
With sharpened arms, with swift bow, never vanquished in battle,
vanquishing in fight the foemen!
3. Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both heaven and
earth with all their fulness!
Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call to
us abundant booty!

XV Soma Pavamana
1. Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage's quickly
moving thoughts, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya, and reached the vat
like a fleet vigorous courser.
2. Even as a youngling shouting with his mothers, the bounteous Steer
hath flowed along with waters.
As youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens on to the settled meeting-
place, the beaker.
3. Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow; thither in streams.
comes very sapient Indu.
The kine make ready, as with new-washed treasures, the head and chief
with milk within the vessels.

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for
this Soma poured the genuine milky draught.
Four other beauteous creatures hath he made for his adornment when he
waxed in strength through holy rites.
2. Enjoying lovely Amrit 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.
3. May those his brilliant rays be 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 sages welcomed him as King.

XVIII Soma Pavamana
1. Lauded with song, to feast him, flow to Vayu, flow purified to
Varuna and Mitra!
Flow to the song inspiring car-borne hero, to mighty Indra, him who
wields the thunder!
2. Pour on us garments that shall clothe us meetly, send, purified,
milch-kine, abundant yielders!
God Soma, send us cbariot-drawing horses that they may bring us
treasures bright and golden!
3. Send to us in a stream celestial riches, send us when thou art
cleansed, what earth containeth,
So that thereby we may acquire possessions and Rishihood in
Jamadagni's manner!

CHAPTER III
I Soma Pavamana
1. Pour down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky.
And plenteous store of wholesome foood!
2. Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come
to us.
The kine of strangers to our home.
3. Dearest to Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy
stream,
Pour down on us a flood of rain!
4. To give as vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy
straining-cloth!
For verily the Gods will hear.
5. Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Rakshasas.
Flashing out splendour as of old.

III Soma Pavamana
1. Sing ye a song to Soma brown of hue, of independent might,
The Red, who reaches up to heaven!
2. Purify Soma when effused with stones which hands move rapidly,
And pour the sweet milk in the meath.
3. With humble homage draw ye nigh; blend the libation with the curds:
To Indra offer Indu up
4. Soma, foe-queller, strong and swift, doing the will of Gods, pour
forth,
Prosperity upon our kine
5. Heart-knower, Sovran of the heart, thou art effused, O Soma, Tthat,
Indra. may drink thee and rejoice.
6. O Soma Pavamana, give us riches and heroic strength, Indu, with
Indra. our ally!

V Surya
1. May the bright God drink glorious Soma-mingled meath, giving
the sacrifices lord unbroken life
He who, wind-urged, in person guards our offspring well, nourishes
them with food and shines o'er many a land.
2. Radiant, as high Truth, cherished, best at winning strength, Truth
based upon the statute that supports the heavens,
He rose, a light that kills Vritras and enemies, best slayer of the
Dasyus, Asuras, and foes.
3. This light, the best of lights, supreme, all conquering, winner of
riches, is exalted with high laud.
All-lighting, radiant, mighty as the Sun to see, he spreadeth wide
unshaken victory and strength.

IX Sarasvati
1. Yea, she most dear amid dear streams-seven-sistered, loved with
foundest love.
Sarasvati, hath earned our praise.

XI Mitra-Varuna
1. So help ye us to riches, great celestial and terrestrial wealth
Vast is your sway among the Gods!
2. Carefully tending Law with law they have attained their vigorous
might:
Both Gods, devoid of guile, wax strong.
3. With rainy skies and streaming floods, Lords of the food that
falls in dew,
A lofty seat have they attained.

XIII Soma Pavamana
1. For thee this Soma is effused. O Indra: drink of this j uice; for
thee the stream is flowing--
Soma, which thou thyself hast made and chosen, even Indu for thy
special drink to cheer thee!
2. Like a capacious car hath it been harnessed, the mighty, to
acquire abundant treasures.
Then in the sacrifice they shouted lauding all triumphs won by Nahus
in the battle.
3. Flow onward like the potent band of Maruts, like that celestial
host which none revileth!
Quickly be gracious unto us like waters, like sacrifice victorious,
thousand-fashioned!

III Soma Pavamana
I. They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the
old divine primeval milk that claims the laud:
They lifted up their voice to Indra at his birth.
2. Then, beautifully radiant, certain heavenly ones proclaimed their
kinship with him as they looked thereon:
Savitar opens, as it were, the fold of heaven.
3. And now that thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and
all existence in thy might,
Thou shinest like a bull supreme among the herd.

IVVII Soma Pavamana
1. Some, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to
thee for mighty strength and for renown:
So, hero, urge us onward to heroic power'
2. All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as 'twere a
never-failing well for men to drink,
Borne on thy way as 'twere in fragments from both arms.
3. Thou didst produce him, deathless one! for mortal man, for
maintenance of Law and lovely Amrita:
Thou evermore hast moved making wealth flow to us.

X Soma Pavamana
1. With this his golden splendour purifying him, he with his own
allies subdues all enemies. as Sura with his own allies.
Cleansing himself with stream of juice he shines forth yellow-hued
and red, when with his praisers he encompasses all forms, with
praisers having seven mouths.
2. He moves intelligent directed to the east. The every beauteous car
rivals the beams of light, the beautiful celestial car.
Hymns, lauding manly valour, came inciting Indra to success, that ye
may be unconquered, both thy bolt and thou, both be unconquered in
the war.
3. That treasure of the Panis thou discoveredst. Thou with the
Mothers deckest thee in thine abode, with, songs of worship in thine
home.
As 'twere from far away is heard the psalm where hymns resound in
joy. He, with the triple Dames red-hued, hath won life-power, he,
gleaming, hath won vital strength.

XX Soma Pavamana
1. Flow to us, Indu, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and
steeds,
And do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue
2. Lord of the tawny, Indu, thou who art the Gods' most special food,
As friend to friend, for splendour be thou good to men!
3. Drive utterly, far away from us each godless, each voracious; foe;
O Indu, overcome and drive the false afar!

XXI Soma Pavamana.
1. 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.
2. Sing forth to Pavamana skilled in holy song! the juice is flowing
onward like a mighty stream.
He glideth like a serpent from his ancient skin, and like a. playful
horse the tawny Steer hath run.
3. Dweller in floods, King, foremost, he displays his might, set
among living things as measure of days.
Distilling oil he flows, fair, billowy, golden-hued, borne on car of
light, sharing on home with wealth.
VI Soma Pavamana
1. Then thou, made beautiful by night, enterest into mighty deeds,
When prayers impel the golden-hued to hasten from Vivasvan's place.
2. 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.
3. Thy with the ancient psalm have sung to him as he is purified,
And sacred songs which bear the Dames of Gods have supplicated him.

VIII Soma Pavamana
1. For Vritra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,
And for the guerdon-giving man, the hero sitting in his seat.
2. Friends, may the princes, ye and we, obtain this most resplendent
one,
Gain him who hath the smell of strength, win him whose home is very
strength!
3. Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of
all.
Who with exhilarating juice flows forth to all the deities.

XII Soma Pavamana
1. Expressed by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of
the sheep,
Thou, entering the press-boards, even as men a fort, goldbued, hast
settled in the vats.
2. He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine wool, the
bounteous, like the racing steed,
Even Soma Pavamana who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards.

XVI Soma Pavamana
1. The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of Soma juice,
For holy lore of every kind.
2. From heaven, from out the firmament hath PavamAna been effused
Upon the back and ridge of earth.
3. The Pavamanas have been shed, the beautified swift Somadrops,
Driving all enemies afar.

II Soma Pavamana
1. O thou with stones for arms, thy powers, rending the fiends, have
raised themselves:
Drive off the foes who compass us
2. Hence conquering with might when car meets car, and when the prize
is staked,
With fearless heart will I sing praise.
3. None, evil-minded, may assail this Pavamana's holy laws
Crush him who fain would fight with thee!
4. For Indra to the streams they urge the tawny rapture-dropping
steed,
Indu, the bringer of delight.

XVIII Soma Pavamana
1. Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of
rain from heaven,
To bring a thousand stores of wealth.
2. He, flows beholding on his way all well-beloved sacred lore,
Green-tinted, brandishing his arms.
3. He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants,
Sits as a falcon in the wood.
4. So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified.
All treasures both of heaven and earth!

BOOK IX
CHAPTER I
I Soma Pavamana
1. Forward have flowed the streams of power, of this the mighty one
effused,
Of him who waits upon the Gods.
2. The singers praise him with their song, and learned priests adorn
the steed
Born as thelight that merits laud.
3. These things thou winnest quickly, while men cleanse thee, Soma,
nobly rich!

XVII Soma Pavamana
1. For Indra flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight!
2. Bright, meditating sacred song, these juices have sent Vayu forth.
3. They were sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots speeding in
the race.

X The Waters
1. Yea, Waters, ye bring health and bliss: so help ye us to energy.
That we may look on great delight!
2. Give us a portion of the dew, the most auspicious that ye have,
Like mothers in their longing love!
3. For you we gladly go to hirn to whose abode ye speed us on,
And, Waters, give us procreant strength!

Soma, Varuna
1. Thy vital parts I cover with thine armour: with immortality King
Soma clothe thee!
Varuna give thee what is more than ample, and in thy victory may Gods
be joyful!
2. Blind, O my foemen, shall ye be, even as headless serpents are
May Indra slay each best of you when Agni's flame hath struck you
down!
3. Whoso would kill us, whether he be a stranger foe or one of us,
May all the Gods discomfit him! My nearest, closest mail is prayer,
my closest armour and defence.