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SAMA VEDA

SECOND PART: BOOK 3: CHAPTER 2

I Soma Pavamana

1. Winner of gold and gear and cattle flow thou on, set as impregner, Indu! amid 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, never 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!

VII Agni

1. Thy glories are, like lightnings from the rainy cloud, visible, Agni, like the comings of the Dawns,
When, loosed to wander over plants and forest trees, thou crammest by thyself thy food into thy mouth.
2. When, sped and urged by wind, thou spreadest thee abroad, soon piercing through thy food according to thy will,
The hosts, who never decayest, eager to consume, like men on chariots, Agni! strive on every side.
3. Agni, the Hotar priest who fills the assembly full, waker of wisdom, chief controller of the thought
Thee, yea, none other than thyself, doth man elect priest of the holy offering, great and small, alike.

VIII Mitra Varuna

1. Even far and wide, O Varuna and Mitra, doth your help extend:
May I obtain your kind good will!
2. True Gods, may we completely gain food and a dwelling place from you:
Ye Mitras, may we be your own!
3. Guard us, ye Mitras, with your guards, save us, ye skilled to save: may we
Subdue the Dasyus by ourselves!

IX Indra

I. Arising in thy might, thy jaws thou shookest Indra, having drunk
The Soma which the press had shed.
2. Indra, both world gave place to thee as thou wast fighting, when thou wast
The slayer of the Dasyu hosts.
3. From Indra, have I measured out a song eight footed with nine parts,
Delicate, strengthening the Law.

X Indra Agni

1. Indra and Agni, these our songs of praise have sounded forth to you:
Ye who bring blessings! drink the juice
2. Come, Indra, Agni, with those teams, desired of many, which ye have,
O heroes, for the worshipper
3. With those to his libation poured, ye heroes, Indra, Agni, come:
Come ye to drink the Soma juice!

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

XIV Indra

1. By men hath Indra been advanced, the Vritra sIayer, to joy and strength.
Him only we invoke for help in battles whether great or small be he our aid in deeds or might!
2. For, hero, thou art like a host, art giver of abundant spoil.
Strengthening even the feeble, thou aidest the sacrificer, thou givest great wealth to him who pours.
3. When war and battles are on foot, booty is offered to the bold.
Yoke thou thy wildly rushing bays! Whom wilt thou slay, and whom enrich? Do thou, O Indra, make us rich!

XV Indra

I. The juice of Soma thus diffused, sweet to the taste, the bright cows drink,
Who travelling in splendour close to mighty Indra s side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.
2. Craving his touch the dappled kine mingle the Soma with their milk.
The milch kine dear to Indra send forth his death dealing thunder bolt, good in their own supremacy.
3. With veneration, passing wise, they honour his victorious might.
They follow close his many laws to win them due preeminence, good in their own supremacy.

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.

XXI Agni

1. O Agni, God, we kindle thee, refulgent, wasting not away,
That this more glorious fuel may send forth for thee its shine to heaven. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
2. To thee the splendid, Lord of light! bright! wondrous! prince of men! is brought.
Oblation with the holy verse, O Agni, bearer of our gifts! Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
3. Thou heatest both the ladles in thy mouth, O brilliant prince of men!
So fill us also in our hymns abundantly, thou Lord of Strength. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!

XXII Indra

1. Sing ye a psalm to Indra; sing a great song to the lofty Sage,
To him who maketh prayer, inspired, who loveth laud.
2. Thou, Indra, art the conqueror: thou gavest splendour to the Sun.
Maker of all things, thou art mighty and All God.
3. Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realm of heaven.
The Gods, O Indra, strove to win thy friendly love.

XXIII Indra

1. This Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra, bold one, mightiest, come!
May Indra vigour fill thee full, as Surya fills mid air with rays
2. Slayer of Vritra, mount thy car! The bay steeds have been yoked by prayer.
May, with its voice, the pressing stone draw thine attention hitherward!
3. His pair of tawny coursers bring Indra, resistless in his might.
Hither to Rishis songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.

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