Rig Veda
somaḥ punāno arṣati sahasradhāro atyaviḥ vāyor indrasya niṣkṛtam
Passed through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on To Indra's, Viyu's special place.
pavamānam avasyavo vipram abhi pra gāyata suṣvāṇaṃ devavītaye
Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage, Effused to entertain the Gods.
pavante vājasātaye somāḥ sahasrapājasaḥ gṛṇānā devavītaye
The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory, Hymned to become the feast of Gods.
uta no vājasātaye pavasva bṛhatīr iṣaḥ dyumad indo suvīryam
Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil Indu, bring splendid manly might.
te naḥ sahasriṇaṃ rayim pavantām ā suvīryam suvānā devāsa indavaḥ
May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,- These Godlike Soma-drops effused.
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Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory, Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.
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Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves: They have run forth from both the hands.
juṣṭa indrāya matsaraḥ pavamāna kanikradat viśvā apa dviṣo jahi
As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar Drive all our enemies away.
apaghnanto arāvṇaḥ pavamānāḥ svardṛśaḥ yonāv ṛtasya sīdata
O Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light, Sit in the place of sacrifice.