Rig Veda
pra ta āśavaḥ pavamāna dhījavo madā arṣanti raghujā iva tmanā divyāḥ suparṇā madhumanta indavo madintamāsaḥ pari kośam āsate
Thy gladdening draughts, O Pavamana, urged by song flow swiftly of themselves like sons of fleet-foot mares. The drops of Soma juice, those eagles of the heavens, most cheering, rich in meath, rest in the reservoir.
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As rapid chariot-steeds, so turned in several ways have thine exhilarating juices darted forth, Soma-drops rich in meath, waves, to the Thunder-armed, to Indra, like milch-kine who seek their calf with milk.
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Like a steed urged to battle, finder of the light; speed onward to the cloud-born reservoir of heaven, A Steer that o'er the woolly surface seeks the sieve, Soma while purified for Indra's nourishment.
pra ta āśvinīḥ pavamāna dhījuvo divyā asṛgran payasā dharīmaṇi prāntar ṛṣaya sthāvirīr asṛkṣata ye tvā mṛjanty ṛṣiṣāṇa vedhasaḥ
Fleet as swift steeds, thy drops, divine, thought-swift, have been, O Pavamana, poured with milk into the vat. The Rishis have poured in continuous Soma drops, ordainers who adorn thee, Friend whom Rishis love.
viśvā dhāmāni viśvacakṣa ṛbhvasaḥ prabhos te sataḥ pari yanti ketavaḥ vyānaśiḥ pavase soma dharmabhiḥ patir viśvasya bhuvanasya rājasi
O thou who seest all things, Sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass all abodes. Pervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's Lord, O Soma, thou art King.
ubhayataḥ pavamānasya raśmayo dhruvasya sataḥ pari yanti ketavaḥ yadī pavitre adhi mṛjyate hariḥ sattā ni yonā kalaśeṣu sīdati
The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven, his ensigns who is ever steadfast, travel round. When on the sieve the Golden-hued is cleansed, he rests within the vats as one who seats him in his place.
yajñasya ketuḥ pavate svadhvaraḥ somo devānām upa yāti niṣkṛtam sahasradhāraḥ pari kośam arṣati vṛṣā pavitram aty eti roruvat
Served with fair rites he flows, ensign of sacrifice: Soma advances to the special place of Gods. He speeds with thousand currents to the reservoir, and passes through the filter bellowing as a bull.
rājā samudraṃ nadyo vi gāhate 'pām ūrmiṃ sacate sindhuṣu śritaḥ adhy asthāt sānu pavamāno avyayaṃ nābhā pṛthivyā dharuṇo maho divaḥ
The Sovran dips him in the sea in and the streams, and set in rivers with the waters' wave moves on. High heaven's Sustainer at the central point of earth, raised on the fleecy surface Pavamana stands.
divo na sānu stanayann acikradad dyauś ca yasya pṛthivī ca dharmabhiḥ indrasya sakhyam pavate vivevidat somaḥ punānaḥ kalaśeṣu sīdati
He on whose high decree the heavens and earth depend hath roared and thundered like the summit of the sky. Soma flows on obtaining Indra's friendly love, and, as they purify him, settles in the jars.
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He, light of sacrifice distils delicious meath, most wealthy, Father and begetter of the Gods. He, gladdening, best of Cheerers, juice hat Indra loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and heaven.
abhikrandan kalaśaṃ vājy arṣati patir divaḥ śatadhāro vicakṣaṇaḥ harir mitrasya sadaneṣu sīdati marmṛjāno 'vibhiḥ sindhubhir vṛṣā
The vigorous and far-seeing one, the Lord of heaven, flows, shouting to the beaker, with his thousand streams. Coloured like gold he rests in seats where Mitra dwells, the Steer made beautiful by rivers and by sheep.
agre sindhūnām pavamāno arṣaty agre vāco agriyo goṣu gacchati agre vājasya bhajate mahādhanaṃ svāyudhaḥ sotṛbhiḥ pūyate vṛṣā
In forefront of the rivers Pavamana speeds, in forefront of the hymn, foremost among the kine. He shares the mighty booty in the van of war: the well-armed Steer is purified by worshippers.
tava kratvā rodasī antarā kave śucir dhiyā pavate soma indra te
This heedful Pavamana, like a bird sent forth, hath with his wave flowed onward to the fleecy sieve. O Indra, through thy wisdom, b thy thought, O Sage, Soma flows bright and pure between the earth and heaven.
drāpiṃ vasāno yajato divispṛśam antarikṣaprā bhuvaneṣv arpitaḥ svar jajñāno nabhasābhy akramīt pratnam asya pitaram ā vivāsati
He, clad in mail that reaches heaven, the Holy One, filling the firmament stationed amid the worlds, Knowing. the realm of light, hath come to us in rain: he summons to himself his own primeval Sire.
so asya viśe mahi śarma yacchati yo asya dhāma prathamaṃ vyānaśe padaṃ yad asya parame vyomany ato viśvā abhi saṃ yāti saṃyataḥ
He who was first of all to penetrate his form bestowed upon his race wide shelter and defense. From that high station which he hath in loftiest heaven he comes victorious to all encounters here.
pro ayāsīd indur indrasya niṣkṛtaṃ sakhā sakhyur na pra mināti saṃgiram marya iva yuvatibhiḥ sam arṣati somaḥ kalaśe śatayāmnā pathā
Indu hath started for Indra's special place and slights not as a Friend the promise of his Friend. Soma speeds onward like a youth to youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a course of hundred paths.
pra vo dhiyo mandrayuvo vipanyuvaḥ panasyuvaḥ saṃvasaneṣv akramuḥ somam manīṣā abhy anūṣata stubho 'bhi dhenavaḥ payasem aśiśrayuḥ
Your songs, exhilarating, tuneful, uttering praise, are come into the plains where the people meet. Worshippers have exalted Soma with their hymns, and milch kine have come near to meet him with their milk.
ā naḥ soma saṃyatam pipyuṣīm iṣam indo pavasva pavamāno asridham yā no dohate trir ahann asaścuṣī kṣumad vājavan madhumat suvīryam
O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, pour on us accumulateds Plentiful, nutritious food, Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched with store of nourishment, and strength, and Meath.
vṛṣā matīnām pavate vicakṣaṇaḥ somo ahnaḥ pratarītoṣaso divaḥ krāṇā sindhūnāṃ kalaśāṁ avīvaśad indrasya hārdy āviśan manīṣibhiḥ
Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the Furtherer of day, of morning, and of heaven. Mixt with the streams he caused the beakers to resound, and with the singers' aid they entered Indra's heart.
manīṣibhiḥ pavate pūrvyaḥ kavir nṛbhir yataḥ pari kośāṁ acikradat tritasya nāma janayan madhu kṣarad indrasya vāyoḥ sakhyāya kartave
On, with the prudent singers, flows the ancient Sage and guided by the men hath roared about the vats. Producing Trita's name, may he pour forth the meath, that Vayu and that Indra may become his Friends.
ayam punāna uṣaso vi rocayad ayaṃ sindhubhyo abhavad u lokakṛt ayaṃ triḥ sapta duduhāna āśiraṃ somo hṛde pavate cāru matsaraḥ
He, being purified, hath made the Mornings shine: this, even this is he who gave the rivers room. He made the Three Times Seven pour out the milky flow: Soma, the Cheerer, yields whate'er the heart finds sweet.
pavasva soma divyeṣu dhāmasu sṛjāna indo kalaśe pavitra ā sīdann indrasya jaṭhare kanikradan nṛbhir yataḥ sūryam ārohayo divi
Flow, onward, Soma, in thine own celestial forms, flow, Indu, poured within the beaker and the sieve. Sinking into the throat of Indra with a roar, led by the men thou madest Surya mount to heaven.
adribhiḥ sutaḥ pavase pavitra āṃ indav indrasya jaṭhareṣv āviśan tvaṃ nṛcakṣā abhavo vicakṣaṇa soma gotram aṅgirobhyo 'vṛṇor apa
Pressed out with stones thou flowest onward to the sieve, O Indu, entering the depths of Indra's throat. Far-sighted Soma, now thou lookest on mankind: thou didst unbar the cowstall for the Angirases.
tvāṃ soma pavamānaṃ svādhyo 'nu viprāso amadann avasyavaḥ tvāṃ suparṇa ābharad divas parīndo viśvābhir matibhiḥ pariṣkṛtam
In thee, O Soma, while thou purifitedst thee, high-thoughted sages, seeking favour, have rejoiced. Down from the heavens the Falcon brought thee hitherward, even thee, O Indu, thee whom all our hymns adorn.
avye punānam pari vāra ūrmiṇā hariṃ navante abhi sapta dhenavaḥ apām upasthe adhy āyavaḥ kavim ṛtasya yonā mahiṣā aheṣata
Seven Milch-kine glorify the Tawny-coloured One while with his wave in wool he purifies himself. The living men, the mighty, have impelled the Sage into the waters' lap, the place of sacrifice.
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Indu, attaining purity, plunges through the foe, making his ways all easy for the pious man. Making the kine his mantle, he, the lovely Sage, runs like a sporting courser onward through the fleece.
asaścataḥ śatadhārā abhiśriyo hariṃ navante 'va tā udanyuvaḥ kṣipo mṛjanti pari gobhir āvṛtaṃ tṛtīye pṛṣṭhe adhi rocane divaḥ
The ceaseless watery fountains with their hundred streams sing, as they hasten near, to him the Golden-hued Him, clad in robes of milk, swift fingers beautify on the third height and in the luminous realm of heaven.
tavemāḥ prajā divyasya retasas tvaṃ viśvasya bhuvanasya rājasi athedaṃ viśvam pavamāna te vaśe tvam indo prathamo dhāmadhā asi
These are thy generations of celestial seed thou art the Sovran Lord of all the world of life. This universe, O Pavamana, owns thy sway; thou, Indu, art the first establisher of Law.
tvaṃ samudro asi viśvavit kave tavemāḥ pañca pradiśo vidharmaṇi tvaṃ dyāṃ ca pṛthivīṃ cāti jabhriṣe tava jyotīṃṣi pavamāna sūryaḥ
Thou art the sea, O Sage who bringest all to light: under thy Law are these five regions of the world. Tlou reachest out beyond the earth, beyond the heavens: thine are the lights, O Pavamana, thine the Sun.
tvam pavitre rajaso vidharmaṇi devebhyaḥ soma pavamāna pūyase tvām uśijaḥ prathamā agṛbhṇata tubhyemā viśvā bhuvanāni yemire
Thou in the filter, Soma Pavamana, art purified to support the region for the Gods. The chief, the longing ones have sought to hold thee fast, and all these living creatures have been turned to thee.
pra rebha ety ati vāram avyayaṃ vṛṣā vaneṣv ava cakradaddhariḥ saṃ dhītayo vāvaśānā anūṣata śiśuṃ rihanti matayaḥ panipnatam
Onward the Singer travels o'er the fleecy sieve. the Tawny Steer hath bellowed in the wooden vats. Hymns have been sung aloud in resonant harmony, and holy songs kiss him, the Child who claims our praise.
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He hath assumed the rays of Surya for his robe, spinning, as he knows bow, the triply-twisted thread. He, guiding to the newest rules of Holy Law, comes as the Women's Consort to the special place.
rājā sindhūnām pavate patir diva ṛtasya yāti pathibhiḥ kanikradat sahasradhāraḥ pari ṣicyate hariḥ punāno vācaṃ janayann upāvasuḥ
On flows the King of rivers and the Lord of heaven: he follows with a shout the paths of Holy Law. The Golden-hued is poured forth, with his hundred streams, Wealth-bringer, lifting up his voice while purified.
pavamāna mahy arṇo vi dhāvasi sūro na citro avyayāni pavyayā gabhastipūto nṛbhir adribhiḥ suto mahe vājāya dhanyāya dhanvasi
Fain to be cleansed, thou, Pavamana, pourest out, like wondrous Surya, through the fleece, an ample sea. Purified with the hands, pressed by the men with stones, thou speedest on to mighty booty-bringing war.
iṣam ūrjam pavamānābhy arṣasi śyeno na vaṃsu kalaśeṣu sīdasi indrāya madvā madyo madaḥ suto divo viṣṭambha upamo vicakṣaṇaḥ
Thou, Pavamana, sendest food and power in streams. thou sittest in the beakers as a hawk on trees, For Indra poured as cheering juice to make him glad, as nearest and farseeing bearer-up of heaven.
sapta svasāro abhi mātaraḥ śiśuṃ navaṃ jajñānaṃ jenyaṃ vipaścitam apāṃ gandharvaṃ divyaṃ nṛcakṣasaṃ somaṃ viśvasya bhuvanasya rājase
The Sisters Seven, the Mothers, stand around the Babe, the noble, new-born Infant, skilled in holy song, Gandharva of the floods, divine, beholding men, Soma, that he may reign as King of all the world.
īśāna imā bhuvanāni vīyase yujāna indo haritaḥ suparṇyaḥ tās te kṣarantu madhumad ghṛtam payas tava vrate soma tiṣṭhantu kṛṣṭayaḥ
As Sovran Lord thereof thou Passest through these worlds, O Indu, harnessing thy tawny well-winged Mares. May they pour forth for thee milk and oil rich in sweets: O Soma, let the folk abide in thy decree.
tvaṃ nṛcakṣā asi soma viśvataḥ pavamāna vṛṣabha tā vi dhāvasi sa naḥ pavasva vasumaddhiraṇyavad vayaṃ syāma bhuvaneṣu jīvase
O Soma, thou beholdest men from every side: O Pavamana, Steer, thou wanderest through these. Pour out upon us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength to live among the things that be.
govit pavasva vasuviddhiraṇyavid retodhā indo bhuvaneṣv arpitaḥ tvaṃ suvīro asi soma viśvavit taṃ tvā viprā upa girema āsate
Winner of gold and goods and cattle flow thou on, set as impregner, Indu, mid the worlds of life. Rich in brave men art thou, Soma, who winnest all: these holy singers wait upon thee with the song.
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The wave of flowing meath hath wakened up desires: the Steer enrobed in milk plunges into the streams. Borne on his chariot-sieve the King hath risen to war, and with a thousand rays hath won him high renown.
sa bhandanā ud iyarti prajāvatīr viśvāyur viśvāḥ subharā ahardivi brahma prajāvad rayim aśvapastyam pīta indav indram asmabhyaṃ yācatāt
Dear to all life, he sends triumphant praises forth, abundant, bringing offspring, each succeeding day. From Indra crave for us, Indu, when thou art quaffed, the blessing that gives children, wealth that harbours steeds.
so agre ahnāṃ harir haryato madaḥ pra cetasā cetayate anu dyubhiḥ dvā janā yātayann antar īyate narā ca śaṃsaṃ daivyaṃ ca dhartari
When days begin, the strong juice, lovely, golden-hued, is recognized by wisdom more and more each day, He, stirring both the Races, goes between the two, the bearer of the word of men and word of Gods.
añjate vy añjate sam añjate kratuṃ rihanti madhunābhy añjate sindhor ucchvāse patayantam ukṣaṇaṃ hiraṇyapāvāḥ paśum āsu gṛbhṇate
They balm him, balm him over balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength and balm it with the meath. They seize the flying Steer at the stream's breathing-place: cleansing with gold they grasp the Animal herein.
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Sing forth to Pavamana skilled in holy song: the juice is flowing onward like a mighty stream. He glideth like a serpent from his ancient skin, and like a playful horse the Tawny Steer hath run.
agrego rājāpyas taviṣyate vimāno ahnām bhuvaneṣv arpitaḥ harir ghṛtasnuḥ sudṛśīko arṇavo jyotīrathaḥ pavate rāya okyaḥ
Dweller in floods, King, foremost, he displays his might, set among living things as measurer of days. Distilling oil he flows, fair, billowy, golden-hued, borne on a car of light, sharing one home with wealth.
asarji skambho diva udyato madaḥ pari tridhātur bhuvanāny arṣati aṃśuṃ rihanti matayaḥ panipnataṃ girā yadi nirṇijam ṛgmiṇo yayuḥ
Loosed is the heavens! support, the uplifted cheering juice: the triply-mingled draught flows round into the worlds. The holy hymns caress the stalk that claims our praise, when singers have approached his beauteous robe with song.
pra te dhārā aty aṇvāni meṣyaḥ punānasya saṃyato yanti raṃhayaḥ yad gobhir indo camvoḥ samajyasa ā suvānaḥ soma kalaśeṣu sīdasi
Thy streams that flow forth rapidly collected run over the fine fleece of the sheep as thou art cleansed. When, Indu, thou art balmed with milk within the bowl, thou sinkest in the jars, O Soma, when expressed.
pavasva soma kratuvin na ukthyo 'vyo vāre pari dhāva madhu priyam jahi viśvān rakṣasa indo atriṇo bṛhad vadema vidathe suvīrāḥ
Winner of' power, flow, Soma, worthy of our laud: run onward to the fleece as well-beloved meath. Destroy, O Indu, all voracious Rakshasas. With brave sons in the assembly let our speech be bold.