Rig Veda
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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.
punāna indav ā bhara soma dvibarhasaṃ rayim tvaṃ vasūni puṣyasi viśvāni dāśuṣo gṛhe
O Indu, while they cleanse thee bring, O Soma, doubly-waxing wealth Thou in the worshipper's abode causest all treasures to increase.
tvaṃ dhiyam manoyujaṃ sṛjā vṛṣṭiṃ na tanyatuḥ tvaṃ vasūni pārthivā divyā ca soma puṣyasi
Set free the. song which mind hath yoked, even as thunder frees the rain: All treasures of the earth and heaven, O Soma, thou dost multiply.
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Thy stream when thou art pressed runs on like some victorious warrior's steed Hastening onward through the fleece like a fierce horse who wins the prize.
kratve dakṣāya naḥ kave pavasva soma dhārayā indrāya pātave suto mitrāya varuṇāya ca
Flow on, Sage Soma, with thy stream to give us mental power and strength, Effused for Indra, for his drink, for Mitra and for Varuna.
pavasva vājasātamaḥ pavitre dhārayā sutaḥ indrāya soma viṣṇave devebhyo madhumattamaḥ
Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, best winner, thou, of spoil, O Soma, as most rich in sweets for Indra, Vishnu, and the Gods.
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The mothers, void of guiles, caress thee Golden-coloured, in the sieve, As cows, O Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.
pavamāna mahi śravaś citrebhir yāsi raśmibhiḥ śardhan tamāṃsi jighnase viśvāni dāśuṣo gṛhe
Thou, Pavamana, movest on with wondrous rays to great renown. Striving within the votary's house thou drivest all the glooms away.
tvaṃ dyāṃ ca mahivrata pṛthivīṃ cāti jabhriṣe prati drāpim amuñcathāḥ pavamāna mahitvanā
Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth. Thou, Pavamana hast assumed thy coat of mail in majesty.