Rig Veda 9.66

pavasva viśvacarṣaṇe 'bhi viśvāni kāvyā sakhā sakhibhya īḍyaḥ

For holy lore of every sort, flow onward thou whom all men love. A Friend to be besought by friends.

tābhyāṃ viśvasya rājasi ye pavamāna dhāmanī pratīcī soma tasthatuḥ

O'er all thou rulest with these Two which, Soma Pavamana, stand, Turned, as thy stations, hitherward.

pari dhāmāni yāni te tvaṃ somāsi viśvataḥ pavamāna ṛtubhiḥ kave

Wise Soma Pavamana, thou encompassest on every side Thy stations as the seasons come.

pavasva janayann iṣo 'bhi viśvāni vāryā sakhā sakhibhya ūtaye

Flow onward, generating food, for precious boons of every kind, A Friend for friends, to be our help.

tava śukrāso arcayo divas pṛṣṭhe vi tanvate pavitraṃ soma dhāmabhiḥ

Upon the lofty ridge of heaven thy bright rays with their essences, Soma, spread purifying power.

taveme sapta sindhavaḥ praśiṣaṃ soma sisrate tubhyaṃ dhāvanti dhenavaḥ

O Soma, these Seven Rivers flow, as being thine, to give command: The Streams of milk run forth to thee.

pra soma yāhi dhārayā suta indrāya matsaraḥ dadhāno akṣiti śravaḥ

Flow onward, Soma in a stream, effused to gladden Indra's heart, Bringing imperishable fame.

sam u tvā dhībhir asvaran hinvatīḥ sapta jāmayaḥ vipram ājā vivasvataḥ

Driving thee in Vivasvan's course, the Seven Sisters with their hymns Made melody round thee the Sage.

mṛjanti tvā sam agruvo 'vye jīrāv adhi ṣvaṇi rebho yad ajyase vane

The virgins deck thee o'er fresh streams to drive thee to the sieve when thou, A singer, bathest in the wood.

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The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, Mighty One, have pouredthem forth. Like coursers eager for renown.

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They have been poured upon the fleece towards the meath-distilling vat: The holy songs have sounded forth.

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Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached the lake, Have reached the place of sacrifice.

pra ṇa indo mahe raṇa āpo arṣanti sindhavaḥ yad gobhir vāsayiṣyase

O Indu, to our great delight the running waters flow to us, When thou wilt robe thyself in milk.

asya te sakhye vayam iyakṣantas tvotayaḥ indo sakhitvam uśmasi

In this thy friendship, and with thee to help us, fain to sacrifice, Indu, we crave thy friendly love.

ā pavasva gaviṣṭaye mahe soma nṛcakṣase endrasya jaṭhare viśa

Flow on, O Soma, for the great Viewer of men, for gain of Idne Enter thou into Indra's throat.

mahāṁ asi soma jyeṣṭha ugrāṇām inda ojiṣṭhaḥ yudhvā sañchaśvaj jigetha

Best art thou, Soma, of the great, Strongest of strong ones, Indu: thou As Warrior ever hast prevailed.

ya ugrebhyaś cid ojīyāñchūrebhyaś cicchūrataraḥ bhūridābhyaś cin maṃhīyān

Mightier even than the strong, more valiant even than the brave, More liberal than the bountiful,

tvaṃ soma sūra eṣas tokasya sātā tanūnām vṛṇīmahe sakhyāya vṛṇīmahe yujyāya

Soma, as Sura, bring us food, win offspring of our bodies: we Elect thee for our friendship, we elect thee for companionship.

agna āyūṃṣi pavasa ā suvorjam iṣaṃ ca naḥ āre bādhasva ducchunām

Agni, thou pourest life; send down upon us food and vigorous strength; Drive thou misfortune far away,

agnir ṛṣiḥ pavamānaḥ pāñcajanyaḥ purohitaḥ tam īmahe mahāgayam

Agni is Pavamana, Sage, Chief Priest of all the Races Five: To him whose wealth is great we pray.

agne pavasva svapā asme varcaḥ suvīryam dadhad rayim mayi poṣam

Skilled in thy task, O Agni, pour splendour with hero strength on us, Granting me wealth that nourishes.

pavamāno ati sridho 'bhy arṣati suṣṭutim sūro na viśvadarśataḥ

Beyond his enemies away to sweet praise Pavamana flows, Like Surya visible to all.

sa marmṛjāna āyubhiḥ prayasvān prayase hitaḥ indur atyo vicakṣaṇaḥ

Adorned by living men, set forth for entertainment, rich in food, Far-sighted Indu is a Steed.

pavamāna ṛtam bṛhacchukraṃ jyotir ajījanat kṛṣṇā tamāṃsi jaṅghanat

He, Pavamana, hath produced the lofty Law, the brilliant light, Destroying darkness black of hue.

pavamānasya jaṅghnato hareś candrā asṛkṣata jīrā ajiraśociṣaḥ

From tawny Pavamana, the Destroyer, radiant streams have sprung, Quick streams from him whose gleams are swift.

pavamāno rathītamaḥ śubhrebhiḥ śubhraśastamaḥ hariścandro marudgaṇaḥ

Best rider of the chariot, praised with fairest praise mid beauteous ones, Gold-gleaming with the Marut host,

pavamāno vy aśnavad raśmibhir vājasātamaḥ dadhat stotre suvīryam

May Pavamana, best to win the booty, penetrate with rays, Giving the singer hero strength.

pra suvāna indur akṣāḥ pavitram aty avyayam punāna indur indram ā

Over the fleecy sieve hath flowed the drop effused: to Indra comes Indu while he is purified

eṣa somo adhi tvaci gavāṃ krīﾱaty adribhiḥ indram madāya johuvat

This Soma, through the pressing-stones, is sporting on the oxhide, and Summoning Indra to the draught.

yasya te dyumnavat payaḥ pavamānābhṛtaṃ divaḥ tena no mṛﾱa jīvase

O Pavamana, bless us, so that we may live, with that bright milk Of thine which hath been brought from heaven.