HYMN XX Soma Pavamana. 20
1. FORTH through the strainingcloth- the Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods,
Subduing all our enemies.
2 For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape
Of cattle to the singingmen-.
3 Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts
As such, O Soma, find us fame.
4 Pour lofty glory on us, 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 clean
With hands, is resting in the jars.
7 Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve,
Lending the laud a Heros' strength.
HYMN XXI. Soma Pavamana. 21
1. To Indra flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood.
Exhilarating, finding light;
2 Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly
Bringing their praiser vitalforce.
3 Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir,
And fall into the rivers' wave.
4 These Pavamanas have obtained all blessings much to be desired,
Like coursers harnessed to a car.
5 With view to us, O Somadrops-, bestow his manifold desire
On him who yet hath given us naught.
6 Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his newwrought- wheel:
Flow pure and shining with the stream.
7 These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course,
And roused the good mans' hymn to life.
HYMN XXII. Soma Pavamana. 22
1. THESE rapid Somastreams- have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds,
Like cars, like armies hurried forth.
2 Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rainstorms- of Parjanya, like
The flickering flames of burning fire.
3 These Soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns,
Have gained by song their heartsdesire'.
4 Immortal, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain
To reach the regions and their paths.
5 Advancing they have travelled over the ridges of the earth and heaven,
And this the highest realm of all.
6 Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out,
And this which must be deemed most high.
7 Thou, Soma, boldest wealth in kine which thou hast seized from niggard churls:
Thou calledst forth the outspun thread.
HYMN XXIII. Soma Pavamana. 23
1. SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink,
For sacred lore of every kind.
2 Hither to newer. restingplace- the ancient Living Ones are come.
They made the Sun that he might shine.
3 O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foemans' wealth,
And give us food with progeny.
4 The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink,
Turned to the vat which drips with meath.
5 Soma gows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength,
Brave Hero who repels the curse.
6 For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feastcompanion- for the Gods:
1ndu, thou fain wilt win us strength
7 When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes:
Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.
HYMN XXIV Soma Pavamana. 24
1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed,
the drops while they are purified:
When bIent, in waters they are rinsed.
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 art flowing to be Indras' drink:
The men have seized and lead thee forth.
4 Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men,
To him who ruleth over mankind.
5 Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art,
Ready for Indras' high decree.
6 Flow on, best Vrtraslayer-; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds.
Pure, purifying, wonderful.
7 Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused,
Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.
HYMN XXV. Soma Pavamana. 25
1. GREENHUED-! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a draught
For Vayu and the Marut host.
2 O Pavamana, sent by song, roaring about thy dwellingplace-,
Pass into Vayu as Law bids.
3 The Steer shines with the Deities, dear Sage in his appointed home,
FoeSlayer-, most beloved by Gods.
4 Taking each beauteous form, he goes, desirable, while purified,
Thither where- the Immortals sit.
5 To Indra Soma flows, the Red, engendering song, exceeding wise,
The visitor of living men.
6 Flow, best exhilarator, Sage, flow to the filter in a stream
To seat thee in the place of song.
HYMN XXVI. Soma Pavamana. 26
1. THE sages with the fingers' art have dressed and decked that vigorous Steed
Upon the lap of Aditi,
2 The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams,
To Indu who supporteth heaven.
3 Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they
Have sent, by wisdom, to the sky.
4 Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth,
The Lord of Speech infallible.
5 Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones
Send down to ridges of the sieve.
6 O Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry thee on to Indra, thee
Who aidest song and cheerest him.
HYMN XXVII. Soma Pavamana. 27
1. THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth,
Scattering foes as he is cleansed.
2 As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vayu he
Is poured upon the filteringcloth-.
3 The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,
Effused into the vats of wood.
4 Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana lowed,
Still Conqueror, never overcome.
5 This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then
Mounts up with Surya to the sky.
6 To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed,
This Indu, being purified.
HYMN XXVIII. Soma Pavamana. 28
1. URGED by the men, this vigorous Steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient,
Runs to the woollen strainingcloth-.
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-,
Foeslayer-, 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, swiftand strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to
The Sun and all his forms of light.
6 This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible,
Slayer of sinners, dear toGods.
HYMN XXIX. Soma Pavamana. 29
1. FORWARD with mighty force have flowed the currents of this Steer effused,
Of him who sets him by the Gods.
2 The singers praise him with their song, and learned priests adorn the Steed,
Brought forth as light that merits laud.
3 These things thou winnest lightly while purified, Soma, Lord of wealth:
Fill full the sea that claims our praise.
4 Winning all precious things at once, flow on, O Soma, with thy stream
Drive to one place our enemies.
5 Preserve us from the godless, from illomened- voice of one and all,
That so we may be freed from blame.
6 O Indu, as thou flowest on bring us the wealth of earth and heaven,
And splendid vigour, in thy stream.