Rig Veda 9.110

pary ū ṣu pra dhanva vājasātaye pari vṛtrāṇi sakṣaṇiḥ dviṣas taradhyā ṛṇayā na īyase

O'erpowering Vritras, forward run to win great strength: Thou speedest to subdue like one exacting debts.

anu hi tvā sutaṃ soma madāmasi mahe samaryarājye vājāṁ abhi pavamāna pra gāhase

In thee, effused, O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight. Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds,

ajījano hi pavamāna sūryaṃ vidhāre śakmanā payaḥ gojīrayā raṃhamāṇaḥ purandhyā

O Pavamana, thou didst generate the Sun, and spread the moisture out with power, Hasting to us with plenty vivified with milk.

ajījano amṛta martyeṣv āṃ ṛtasya dharmann amṛtasya cāruṇaḥ sadāsaro vājam acchā saniṣyadat

Thou didst produce him, Deathless God mid mortal men for maintenance of Law and lovely Amrita: Thou evermore hast moved making strength flow to us.

abhyabhi hi śravasā tatardithotsaṃ na kaṃcij janapānam akṣitam śaryābhir na bharamāṇo gabhastyoḥ

All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as 'twere a never-failing well for men to drink, Borne on thy way in fragments from the presser's arms.

ād īṃ kecit paśyamānāsa āpyaṃ vasuruco divyā abhy anūṣata vāraṃ na devaḥ savitā vy ūrṇute

Then, beautifully radiant, certain Heavenly Ones, have sung to him their kinship as they looked thereon, And Savitar the God opens as 'twere a stall.

tve soma prathamā vṛktabarhiṣo mahe vājāya śravase dhiyaṃ dadhuḥ sa tvaṃ no vīra vīryāya codaya

Soma, 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.

divaḥ pīyūṣam pūrvyaṃ yad ukthyam maho gāhād diva ā nir adhukṣata indram abhi jāyamānaṃ sam asvaran

They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud: They lifted up their voice to Indra at his birth.

adha yad ime pavamāna rodasī imā ca viśvā bhuvanābhi majmanā yūthe na niṣṭhā vṛṣabho vi tiṣṭhase

As long as thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and all existence in thy might, Thou standest like a Bull the chief amid the herd.

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In the sheep's wool hath Soma Pavamana flowed, while they cleanse him, like a playful infant, Indu with hundred powers and hundred currents.

eṣa punāno madhumāṁ ṛtāvendrāyenduḥ pavate svādur ūrmiḥ vājasanir varivovid vayodhāḥ

Holy and sweet, while purified, this Indu flows on, a wave of pleasant taste, to Indra,- Strength-winner, Treasure-finder, Life. bestower.

sa pavasva sahamānaḥ pṛtanyūn sedhan rakṣāṃsy apa durgahāṇi svāyudhaḥ sāsahvān soma śatrūn

So flow thou on, subduing our assailants, chasing the demons hard to been countered, Well-armed and conquering our foes, O Soma.