Rig Veda 9.67

tvaṃ somāsi dhārayur mandra ojiṣṭho adhvare pavasva maṃhayadrayiḥ

Thou, Soma, hast a running stream, joyous, most strong at sacrifice: Flow bounteously bestowing wealth.

tvaṃ suto nṛmādano dadhanvān matsarintamaḥ indrāya sūrir andhasā

Effused as cheerer of the men, flowing best gladdener, thou art A Prince to Indra with thy juice.

tvaṃ suṣvāṇo adribhir abhy arṣa kanikradat dyumantaṃ śuṣmam uttamam

Poured forth by pressing-stones, do thou with loud roar send us in a stream Most excellent illustrious might.

indur hinvāno arṣati tiro vārāṇy avyayā harir vājam acikradat

Indu, urged forward, floweth through the fleecy cloth: the Tawny One With his loud roar hath brought as strength.

indo vy avyam arṣasi vi śravāṃsi vi saubhagā vi vājān soma gomataḥ

Indu, thou flowest through the fleece, bringing felicities and fame, And, Soma, spoil and wealth in kine.

ā na indo śatagvinaṃ rayiṃ gomantam aśvinam bharā soma sahasriṇam

Hither, O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds and cattle hundredfold: Bring wealth, O Soma, thousand fold.

pavamānāsa indavas tiraḥ pavitram āśavaḥ indraṃ yāmebhir āśata

In purifying, through the sieve the rapid drops of'Soma juice Come nigh to Indra in their course.

kakuhaḥ somyo rasa indur indrāya pūrvyaḥ āyuḥ pavata āyave

For Indra floweth excellent Indu, the noblest Soma juice The Living for the Living One.

hinvanti sūram usrayaḥ pavamānam madhuścutam abhi girā sam asvaran

The glittering maids send Sura forth they with their song have sung aloud To Pavamana dropping meath.

avitā no ajāśvaḥ pūṣā yāmani yāmani ā bhakṣat kanyāsu naḥ

May Pushan, drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths Bestow on us our share of maids.

ayaṃ somaḥ kapardine ghṛtaṃ na pavate madhu ā bhakṣat kanyāsu naḥ

This Soma flows like gladdening oil for him who wears the braided locks: He shall give us our share of maids.

ayaṃ ta āghṛṇe suto ghṛtaṃ na pavate śuci ā bhakṣat kanyāsu naḥ

This Soma juice, O glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for thee: He shall give us our share of maids.

vāco jantuḥ kavīnām pavasva soma dhārayā deveṣu ratnadhā asi

Flow onward, Soma, in thy stream, begetter of the sages' speech: Wealth-giver among Gods art thou.

ā kalaśeṣu dhāvati śyeno varma vi gāhate abhi droṇā kanikradat

The Falcon dips within the jars: he wrap him in his robe and goes Loud roaring to the vats of wood.

pari pra soma te raso 'sarji kalaśe sutaḥ śyeno na takto arṣati

Soma, thy juice hath been effused and poured into the pitcher: like A rapid hawk it rushes on.

pavasva soma mandayann indrāya madhumattamaḥ

For Indra flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight.

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They were sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots that display their strength.

te sutāso madintamāḥ śukrā vāyum asṛkṣata

Brilliant, best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vayu forth.

grāvṇā tunno abhiṣṭutaḥ pavitraṃ soma gacchasi dadhat stotre suvīryam

Bruised by the press-stones and extolled, Soma, thou goest to the sieve, Giving the worshipper hero strength.

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This juice bruised by the pressing-stones and lauded passes through the sieve, Slayer of demons, through the fleece.

yad anti yac ca dūrake bhayaṃ vindati mām iha pavamāna vi taj jahi

O Pavamana, drive away the danger, whether near at hand Or far remote, that finds me here.

pavamānaḥ so adya naḥ pavitreṇa vicarṣaṇiḥ yaḥ potā sa punātu naḥ

This day may Pavamana cleanse us with his purifying power, Most active purifying Priest.

yat te pavitram arciṣy agne vitatam antar ā brahma tena punīhi naḥ

O Agni, with the cleansing light diffused through all thy fiery glow, Purify thou this prayer of ours.

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Cleanse us with thine own cleansing power, O Agni, that is bright with flame, And by libations poured to thee.

ubhābhyāṃ deva savitaḥ pavitreṇa savena ca mām punīhi viśvataḥ

Savitar, God, by both of these, libation, purifying power, Purify me on every side.

tribhiṣ ṭvaṃ deva savitar varṣiṣṭhaiḥ soma dhāmabhiḥ agne dakṣaiḥ punīhi naḥ

Cleanse us, God Savitar, with Three, O Soma, with sublimest forms, Agni, with forms of power and might.

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May the Gods' company make me clean, and Vasus make rue pure by song. Purify me, ye General Gods; O Jatavedas, make me pure.

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Fill thyself full of juice, flow forth, O Soma, thou with all thy stalks, The best oblation to the Gods.

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We with our homage have approached the Friend who seeks our wondering praise, Young, strengthener of the solemn rite.

alāyyasya paraśur nanāśa tam ā pavasva deva soma ākhuṃ cid eva deva soma

Lost is Alayya's axe. O Soma, God do thou send it back hither in thy flow Even, Soma, God, if 'twere a mole.

yaḥ pāvamānīr adhyety ṛṣibhiḥ saṃbhṛtaṃ rasam sarvaṃ sa pūtam aśnāti svaditam mātariśvanā

The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns, Tastes food completely purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's touch.

pāvamānīr yo adhyety ṛṣibhiḥ saṃbhṛtaṃ rasam tasmai sarasvatī duhe kṣīraṃ sarpir madhūdakam

Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns, Sarasvati draws forth for him water and butter, milk and meath.