Rig Veda
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The gold-hued juice, poured out upon the filter, is started like a car sent forth to conquer. He hath gained song and vigour while they cleansed him, and hath rejoiced the Gods with entertainments.
acchā nṛcakṣā asarat pavitre nāma dadhānaḥ kavir asya yonau sīdan hoteva sadane camūṣūpem agmann ṛṣayaḥ sapta viprāḥ
He who beholdeth man hath reached the filter: bearing his name, the Sage hath sought his dwelling. The Rishis came to him, seven holy singers, when in the bowls he settled as Invoker.
pra sumedhā gātuvid viśvadevaḥ somaḥ punānaḥ sada eti nityam bhuvad viśveṣu kāvyeṣu rantānu janān yatate pañca dhīraḥ
Shared by all Gods, most wise, propitious, Soma goes, while they cleanse him, to his constant station. Let him rejoice in all his lofty wisdom to the Five Tribes the Sage attains with labour.
tava tye soma pavamāna niṇye viśve devās traya ekādaśāsaḥ daśa svadhābhir adhi sāno avye mṛjanti tvā nadyaḥ sapta yahvīḥ
In thy mysterious place, O Pavamana Soma, are all the Gods, the Thrice-Eleven. Ten on the fleecy height, themselves, self-prompted, and seven fresh rivers, brighten and adorn thee.
tan nu satyam pavamānasyāstu yatra viśve kāravaḥ saṃnasanta jyotir yad ahne akṛṇod u lokam prāvan manuṃ dasyave kar abhīkam
Now let this be the truth of Pavamana, there where all singers gather them together, That he hath given us room and made the daylight, hath holpen Manu and repelled the Dasyu.
pari sadmeva paśumānti hotā rājā na satyaḥ samitīr iyānaḥ somaḥ punānaḥ kalaśāṁ ayāsīt sīdan mṛgo na mahiṣo vaneṣu
As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King who goes to great assemblies, Soma hath sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and like a wild bull, in the wood hath settled.