Rig Veda
hinvanti sūram usrayaḥ svasāro jāmayas patim mahām indum mahīyuvaḥ
The, glittering maids send Sura forth, the glorious sisters, close-allied, Send Indu forth, their mighty Lord.
pavamāna rucā rucā devo devebhyas pari viśvā vasūny ā viśa
Pervade, O Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light, God, coming hither from the Gods.
ā pavamāna suṣṭutiṃ vṛṣṭiṃ devebhyo duvaḥ iṣe pavasva saṃyatam
Pour on us, Pavamana, rain, as service and rain praise for Gods: Pour all to be our nourishment.
vṛṣā hy asi bhānunā dyumantaṃ tvā havāmahe pavamāna svādhyaḥ
Thou art a Steer by lustre: we, O Pavamana, faithfully Call upon thee the Splendid One.
ā pavasva suvīryam mandamānaḥ svāyudha iho ṣv indav ā gahi
Do thou, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength: O Indu, come thou bitherward.
yad adbhiḥ pariṣicyase mṛjyamāno gabhastyoḥ druṇā sadhastham aśnuṣe
When thou art cleansed with both the hands and dipped in waters, with the wood. Thou comest to the gathering-place.
pra somāya vyaśvavat pavamānāya gāyata mahe sahasracakṣase
Sing forth your songs, as Vyasva sang, to Soma Pavamana, to, The Mighty One with thousand eyes;
yasya varṇam madhuścutaṃ hariṃ hinvanty adribhiḥ indum indrāya pītaye
Whose coloured sap they drive with stones, the yellow meath-distilling juice, Indu for Indra, for his drink.
tasya te vājino vayaṃ viśvā dhanāni jigyuṣaḥ sakhitvam ā vṛṇīmahe
We seek to gain the friendly love of thee that Strong and Mighty One, Of thee the winner of all wealth.
vṛṣā pavasva dhārayā marutvate ca matsaraḥ viśvā dadhāna ojasā
Flow onward with thy stream, a Steer, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord, Winning all riches by thy might.
taṃ tvā dhartāram oṇyoḥ pavamāna svardṛśam hinve vājeṣu vājinam
I send thee forth to battle from the press, O Pavamana, Strong, Sustainer, looker on the light.
ayā citto vipānayā hariḥ pavasva dhārayā yujaṃ vājeṣu codaya
Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawny-coloured, with thy stream Incite to battle thine ally.
ā na indo mahīm iṣam pavasva viśvadarśataḥ asmabhyaṃ soma gātuvit
O Indu, visible to all pour out for us abundant food: Soma, be thou our prosperer.
ā kalaśā anūṣatendo dhārābhir ojasā endrasya pītaye viśa
The pitchers, Indu, with thy streams have sung aloud in vigorous might Enter them, and let Indra drink.
yasya te madyaṃ rasaṃ tīvraṃ duhanty adribhiḥ sa pavasvābhimātihā
O thou whose potent gladdening juice they milk out with the stones, flow on, Destroyer of our enemies.
rājā medhābhir īyate pavamāno manāv adhi antarikṣeṇa yātave
King Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf, To travel through the firmament.
ā na indo śatagvinaṃ gavām poṣaṃ svaśvyam vahā bhagattim ūtaye
Bring us, O Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds, The gift of fortune for our help.
ā naḥ soma saho juvo rūpaṃ na varcase bhara suṣvāṇo devavītaye
Pressed for the banquet of the Gods, O Soma, bring us might, and speed, Like beauty for a brilliant show.
arṣā soma dyumattamo 'bhi droṇāni roruvat sīdañchyeno na yonim ā
Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the wooden vats, Falcon-like resting in thine home.
apsā indrāya vāyave varuṇāya marudbhyaḥ somo arṣati viṣṇave
Soma, the Water-winner flows to Indra, Vayu, Varuna, To Vishnu and the Marut host.
iṣaṃ tokāya no dadhad asmabhyaṃ soma viśvataḥ ā pavasva sahasriṇam
Soma , bestowing food upon our progeny, from every sides, Pour on us riches thousand fold
ye somāsaḥ parāvati ye arvāvati sunvire ye vādaḥ śaryaṇāvati
The Soma juices which have been expressed afar or near at hand, Or there on Saryanavan's bank,
ya ārjīkeṣu kṛtvasu ye madhye pastyānām ye vā janeṣu pañcasu
Those pressed among Arjikas, pressed among the active, in men's homes, Or pressed among the Races Five-
te no vṛṣṭiṃ divas pari pavantām ā suvīryam suvānā devāsa indavaḥ
May these celestial drops, expressed, pour forth upon us, as they flow, Rain from the heavens apd hero strength.
pavate haryato harir gṛṇāno jamadagninā hinvāno gor adhi tvaci
Urged forward o'er the ox-hide flows the Lovely One of tawny hue, Lauded by Jamadagni's song.
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Like horses urged to speed, the drops, bright, stirring vital power, when blent With milk, are beautified in streams.
taṃ tvā suteṣv ābhuvo hinvire devatātaye sa pavasvānayā rucā
So they who toil with juices send thee forward for the Gods' repast: So with this splendour flow thou on.
ā te dakṣam mayobhuvaṃ vahnim adyā vṛṇīmahe pāntam ā puruspṛham
We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the Strong, that brings us bliss, The Guardian, the desire of all,
ā mandram ā vareṇyam ā vipram ā manīṣiṇam pāntam ā puruspṛham
The Excellent, the Gladdener, the Sage with heart that understands, The Guardian, the desire of all;
ā rayim ā sucetunam ā sukrato tanūṣv ā pāntam ā puruspṛham
Who for ourselves, O thou Most Wise, is wealth and fair intelligence, The Guardian, the desire of all.