Rig Veda 9.61

ayā vītī pari srava yas ta indo madeṣv ā avāhan navatīr nava

Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delight Battered the nine-and-ninety down,

puraḥ sadya itthādhiye divodāsāya śambaram adha tyaṃ turvaśaṃ yadum

Smote swiftly forts, and Sambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga, For pious Divodasa's sake.

pari ṇo aśvam aśvavid gomad indo hiraṇyavat kṣarā sahasriṇīr iṣaḥ

Finder of horses, pour on us horses and wealth in kine and gold, And, Indu, food in boundless store.

pavamānasya te vayam pavitram abhyundataḥ sakhitvam ā vṛṇīmahe

We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er The limit of the cleansing sieve.

ye te pavitram ūrmayo 'bhikṣaranti dhārayā tebhir naḥ soma mṛﾱaya

With those same waves which in their stream oyerflow the purifying sieve, Soma; be gracious unto us.

sa naḥ punāna ā bhara rayiṃ vīravatīm iṣam īśānaḥ soma viśvataḥ

O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides, for thou canst, Riches and food with hero sons.

etam u tyaṃ daśa kṣipo mṛjanti sindhumātaram sam ādityebhir akhyata

Him here, the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify With the Adityas is he seen.

sam indreṇota vāyunā suta eti pavitra ā saṃ sūryasya raśmibhiḥ

With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with, the beams Of Surya to the cleansing sieve.

sa no bhagāya vāyave pūṣṇe pavasva madhumān cārur mitre varuṇe ca

Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pushan flow For Mitra and for Varuna.

uccā te jātam andhaso divi ṣad bhūmy ā dade ugraṃ śarma mahi śravaḥ

High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained Strong sheltering power and great renown.

enā viśvāny arya ā dyumnāni mānuṣāṇām siṣāsanto vanāmahe

Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man, Yea, all the glories of mankind.

sa na indrāya yajyave varuṇāya marudbhyaḥ varivovit pari srava

Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore, For Varuna and the Marut host.

upo ṣu jātam apturaṃ gobhir bhaṅgam pariṣkṛtam induṃ devā ayāsiṣuḥ

The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk, The active crusher of the foe.

tam id vardhantu no giro vatsaṃ saṃśiśvarīr iva ya indrasya hṛdaṃsaniḥ

Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him, Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart.

arṣā ṇaḥ soma śaṃ gave dhukṣasva pipyuṣīm iṣam vardhā samudram ukthyam

Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk Increase the sea that merits laud.

pavamāno ajījanad divaś citraṃ na tanyatum jyotir vaiśvānaram bṛhat

From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and The lofty light of all mankind.

pavamānasya te raso mado rājann aducchunaḥ vi vāram avyam arṣati

The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, of Pavamana, King! Flows o'er the woollen straining-cloth.

pavamāna rasas tava dakṣo vi rājati dyumān jyotir viśvaṃ svar dṛśe

Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill, Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.

yas te mado vareṇyas tenā pavasvāndhasā devāvīr aghaśaṃsahā

Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight, Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods.

jaghnir vṛtram amitriyaṃ sasnir vājaṃ dive dive goṣā u aśvasā asi

Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day, Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.

sammiślo aruṣo bhava sūpasthābhir na dhenubhiḥ sīdañchyeno na yonim ā

Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast, Falcon-like resting in thine home.

sa pavasva ya āvithendraṃ vṛtrāya hantave vavrivāṃsam mahīr apaḥ

Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vritra who Compassed and stayed the mighty floods.

suvīrāso vayaṃ dhanā jayema soma mīḍhvaḥ punāno vardha no giraḥ

Soma who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons: Strengthen, as thou art cleansed, our hymns.

tvotāsas tavāvasā syāma vanvanta āmuraḥ soma vrateṣu jāgṛhi

Aided by thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war: Watch, Soma, at our solemn rites.

apaghnan pavate mṛdho 'pa somo arāvṇaḥ gacchann indrasya niṣkṛtam

Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on, Going to Indra's special place.

maho no rāya ā bhara pavamāna jahī mṛdhaḥ rāsvendo vīravad yaśaḥ

O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes: O Indu, grant heroic fame.

na tvā śataṃ cana hruto rādho ditsantam ā minan yat punāno makhasyase

A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked thee when fain to give thy boons, When, being cleansed, thou combatest.

pavasvendo vṛṣā sutaḥ kṛdhī no yaśaso jane viśvā apa dviṣo jahi

Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: Drive all our enemies away.

asya te sakhye vayaṃ tavendo dyumna uttame sāsahyāma pṛtanyataḥ

Indu, in this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we Subdue all those who war with us.

yā te bhīmāny āyudhā tigmāni santi dhūrvaṇe rakṣā samasya no nidaḥ

Those awful weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down- Guard us therewith from every foe.