Created by Jijith Nadumuri at 14 May 2011 05:50 and updated at 14 May 2011 05:50
RIG VEDA
MANDALA 9
1. LOUD as a rivers' roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:
Urge on thine arrows' sharpened point.
2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou
Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.
3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny wellbeloved- One,
Even Pavamana, dropping meath.
4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer,
To seat thee in the place of song.
5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,
Indu, for Indra, for his drink.
1. ADHVARYU, on the filter pour the Soma juice expressed with stones,
And make it pure for Indras' drink.
2 Pour out for Indra, Thunderarmed-, the milk of heaven,, the Somas' juice,
Most excellent, most rich in sweets.
3 These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu enjoy this juice of thine,
This Pavamanas' flowing meath.
4 For, Soma, thou hast been effused, strengthening for the wild carouse,
O Steer, the singer, for our help.
5 Flow with thy stream, Farsighted- One, effused, into the cleansing sieve:
Flow on to give us strength and fame.
1. WEALTHWINNER-, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice,
Flow to the filter when effused.
2 So, in thine ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams
Run over the fleecy strainingcloth-.
3 Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us
Shake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.
4 Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men,
Of him who threatens us with war.
5 Indu, Wealthgiver-, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea,
A thousand of thy pure bright streams.
1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves:
Chase thou the foes who compass us.
2 Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked:
With fearless heart will I sing praise.
3 No one with evil thought assails this Pavamanas' holy laws:
Crush him who fain would fight with thee.
4 For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapturedropping- Steed,
Indu the bringer of delight.
1. AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from
The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.
2 In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes,
Seven currents flowing through the sky.
3 He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist-
Soma, a God as Surya is.
4 Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indras' Friend,
Wealth from the kine to feast the Gods.
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 kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly.
4 As one who conquers, Never subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,
Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.
1. SWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
2 When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred everactive- streams
To Indras' friendship win theirway.
3 Ten Dames have sung to welcome thee, even as a maiden greets her love:
O Soma, thou art decked to win.
4 Flow hitherward, O Indu, sweet to Indra and to Visnu: guard
The men, the singers, from distress.
1. THY streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,
To bring a thousand stores of strength.
2 He flows beholding on his way all wellbeloved sacred lore,
Greentinted-, 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.
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 Dhvasras' and Purusantis' hands:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
4 From whom we have accepted thus thousands and three times ten beside:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
1. FLOW onward, Soma, winning kine, and steeds, and all that gives delight:
Bring hither wealth with progeny.
2 Flow onward from the waters, flow, inviolable, from the plants:
Flow onward from the pressingboards-.
3 Soma, as Pavamana, pass over all trouble and distress:
Sit on the sacred grass, a Sage.
4 Thou, Pavamana, foundest light; thou at thy birth becamest great:
O Indu, thou art over all.
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