Rig Veda 9.63

ā pavasva sahasriṇaṃ rayiṃ soma suvīryam asme śravāṃsi dhāraya

Pour hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength, And keep renown secure for us.

iṣam ūrjaṃ ca pinvasa indrāya matsarintamaḥ camūṣv ā ni ṣīdasi

Thou makest food and vigour swell for Indra, best of gladdeners! Within the cups thou seatest thee.

suta indrāya viṣṇave somaḥ kalaśe akṣarat madhumāṁ astu vāyave

For Indra and for Vishnu poured, Soma hath flowed into the jar: May Vayu find it rich in sweets.

ete asṛgram āśavo 'ti hvarāṃsi babhravaḥ somā ṛtasya dhārayā

These Somas swift and brown of hue, in stream of solemn sacrifice Have flowed through twisted obstacles,

indraṃ vardhanto apturaḥ kṛṇvanto viśvam āryam apaghnanto arāvṇaḥ

Performing every noble work, active, augmenting Indra's strength, Driving away the godless ones.

sutā anu svam ā rajo 'bhy arṣanti babhravaḥ indraṃ gacchanta indavaḥ

Brown Soma-drops, effused that seek Indra, to their appropriate place Flow through the region hitherward.

ayā pavasva dhārayā yayā sūryam arocayaḥ hinvāno mānuṣīr apaḥ

Flow onward with that stream of thine wherewith thou gavest Surya light, Urging on waters good to men.

ayukta sūra etaśam pavamāno manāv adhi antarikṣeṇa yātave

He, Pavamana, high o'er man yoked the Sun's courser Etasa To travel through the realm of air.

uta tyā harito daśa sūro ayukta yātave indur indra iti bruvan

And those ten Coursers, tawny-hued, he harnessed that the Sun might come Indu, he said, is Indra's self.

parīto vāyave sutaṃ gira indrāya matsaram avyo vāreṣu siñcata

Hence, singers, pour the gladdening juice to Vayu and to Indra, pour The drops upon the fleecy cloth.

pavamāna vidā rayim asmabhyaṃ soma duṣṭaram yo dūṇāśo vanuṣyatā

O Soma Pavamana, find wealth for us not to be assailed, Wealth which the foeman may not win.

abhy arṣa sahasriṇaṃ rayiṃ gomantam aśvinam abhi vājam uta śravaḥ

Send riches hither with thy stream in thousands, both of steeds and kine, Send spoil of war and high renown.

somo devo na sūryo 'dribhiḥ pavate sutaḥ dadhānaḥ kalaśe rasam

Soma the God, expressed with stones, like Surya, floweth on his way, Pouring the juice within the jar.

ete dhāmāny āryā śukrā ṛtasya dhārayā vājaṃ gomantam akṣaran

These brilliant drops have poured for us, in stream of solemn sacrifice, Worshipful laws and strength in kine.

sutā indrāya vajriṇe somāso dadhyāśiraḥ pavitram aty akṣaran

Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Somas, blent with curdled milk, Effused for Indra Thunder-armed.

pra soma madhumattamo rāye arṣa pavitra ā mado yo devavītamaḥ

Soma, do thou most rich in sweets, a gladdening drink most dear to Gods, Flow to the sieve to bring us wealth.

tam ī mṛjanty āyavo hariṃ nadīṣu vājinam indum indrāya matsaram

For Indra, living men adorn the Tawny Courser in the streams, Indu, the giver of delight.

ā pavasva hiraṇyavad aśvāvat soma vīravat vājaṃ gomantam ā bhara

Pour for us, Soma, wealth in gold, in horses and heroic sons, Bring hither strength in herds of kine.

pari vāje na vājayum avyo vāreṣu siñcata indrāya madhumattamam

For Indra pour ye on the fleece him very sweet to taste, who longs. For battle as it were in war.

kavim mṛjanti marjyaṃ dhībhir viprā avasyavaḥ vṛṣā kanikrad arṣati

The singers, seeking help, adorn the Sage who must be decked with songs: Loud bellowing the Steer comes on,

vṛṣaṇaṃ dhībhir apturaṃ somam ṛtasya dhārayā matī viprāḥ sam asvaran

The singers with their thoughts and hymns have, in the stream of sacrifice, Caused Soma, active Steer, to roar.

pavasva devāyuṣag indraṃ gacchatu te madaḥ vāyum ā roha dharmaṇā

God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice: To Vayu mount as Law commands

pavamāna ni tośase rayiṃ soma śravāyyam priyaḥ samudram ā viśa

O Soma, Pavamana, thou pourest out wealth that brings renown: Enter the lake, as one we love.

apaghnan pavase mṛdhaḥ kratuvit soma matsaraḥ nudasvādevayuṃ janam

Soma thou flowest chasing foes and bringing wisdom and delight: Drive off the folk who love not Gods.

pavamānā asṛkṣata somāḥ śukrāsa indavaḥ abhi viśvāni kāvyā

The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of Soma juice, For holy lore of every kind.

pavamānāsa āśavaḥ śubhrā asṛgram indavaḥ ghnanto viśvā apa dviṣaḥ

The Pavamanas have been shed, the beautiful swift Soma-drops, Driving all enemies afar.

pavamānā divas pary antarikṣād asṛkṣata pṛthivyā adhi sānavi

From, heaven, from out the firmament, hath Pavamana been effused Upon the summit of the earth.

punānaḥ soma dhārayendo viśvā apa sridhaḥ jahi rakṣāṃsi sukrato

O Soma, Indu, very wise, drive, being purified, with thy stream All foes, all Rakshasas away.

apaghnan soma rakṣaso 'bhy arṣa kanikradat dyumantaṃ śuṣmam uttamam

Driving the Rakshasas afar, O Soma, bellowing, pour for us Most excellent and splendid strength.

asme vasūni dhāraya soma divyāni pārthivā indo viśvāni vāryā

Soma, do thou secure for us the treasures of the earth and heaven, Indu, all boons to be desired.