Rig Veda
pra senānīḥ śūro agre rathānāṃ gavyann eti harṣate asya senā bhadrān kṛṇvann indrahavān sakhibhya ā somo vastrā rabhasāni datte
In forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host rejoices. Soma endues his robes of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on Indra.
sam asya hariṃ harayo mṛjanty aśvahayair aniśitaṃ namobhiḥ ā tiṣṭhati ratham indrasya sakhā vidvāṁ enā sumatiṃ yāty accha
Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage. The Friend of Indra mounts his car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the prayer we offer.
sa no deva devatāte pavasva mahe soma psarasa indrapānaḥ kṛṇvann apo varṣayan dyām utemām uror ā no varivasyā punānaḥ
O God, for service of the Gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's drink, O Soma. Making the floods, bedewing earth and heaven, come from the vast, comfort us while we cleanse thee
ajītaye 'hataye pavasva svastaye sarvatātaye bṛhate tad uśanti viśva ime sakhāyas tad ahaṃ vaśmi pavamāna soma
Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection. This is the wish of these friends assembled: this is my wish, O Soma Pavamana.
somaḥ pavate janitā matīnāṃ janitā divo janitā pṛthivyāḥ janitāgner janitā sūryasya janitendrasya janitota viṣṇoḥ
Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven: Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the Father who begat Indra and Vishnu.
brahmā devānām padavīḥ kavīnām ṛṣir viprāṇām mahiṣo mṛgāṇām śyeno gṛdhrāṇāṃ svadhitir vanānāṃ somaḥ pavitram aty eti rebhan
Brahman of Gods, the Leader of the poets, Rishi of sages, Bull of savage creatures, Falcon amid the vultures, Axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma singing.
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He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises. Beholding these inferior powers in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer well-knowing.
sa matsaraḥ pṛtsu vanvann avātaḥ sahasraretā abhi vājam arṣa indrāyendo pavamāno manīṣy aṃśor ūrmim īraya gā iṣaṇyan
As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and vigour. As thoughtful Pavamana, urge O Indu, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on to Indra.
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Dear, grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to delight him. With hundred powers, with thousand currents, Indu, like a strong car-horse, goes to the assembly.
sa pūrvyo vasuvij jāyamāno mṛjāno apsu duduhāno adrau abhiśastipā bhuvanasya rājā vidad gātum brahmaṇe pūyamānaḥ
Born in old time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in waters, Warding off curses, King of all existence, he shall find way for prayer the while they cleanse him.
tvayā hi naḥ pitaraḥ soma pūrve karmāṇi cakruḥ pavamāna dhīrāḥ vanvann avātaḥ paridhīṃr aporṇu vīrebhir aśvair maghavā bhavā naḥ
For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties. Fighting unvanquished, open the enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds and heroes.
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As thou didst flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in oblations, Even thus flow onward now conferring riches: combine with Indra, and bring forth thy weapons.
pavasva soma madhumāṁ ṛtāvāpo vasāno adhi sāno avye ava droṇāni ghṛtavānti sīda madintamo matsara indrapānaḥ
Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit. Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra.
vṛṣṭiṃ divaḥ śatadhāraḥ pavasva sahasrasā vājayur devavītau saṃ sindhubhiḥ kalaśe vāvaśānaḥ sam usriyābhiḥ pratiran na āyuḥ
Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the Gods' banquet, Pour the rain of heaven, While thou with rivers roarest in the beaker, and blent with milk prolongest our existence.
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Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger, Like fresh milk poured by Aditi, like passage in ample room, or like a docile car-horse.
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Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name thou bearest. Pour booty, like a horse, for love of glory God, Soma, send us kine, and send us Vayu.
śiśuṃ jajñānaṃ haryatam mṛjanti śumbhanti vahnim maruto gaṇena kavir gīrbhiḥ kāvyenā kaviḥ san somaḥ pavitram aty eti rebhan
They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop adorn the Car-horse. By songs a Poet and a Sage by wisdom, Soma joes singing through the cleansing filter.
ṛṣimanā ya ṛṣikṛt svarṣāḥ sahasraṇīthaḥ padavīḥ kavīnām tṛtīyaṃ dhāma mahiṣaḥ siṣāsan somo virājam anu rājati ṣṭup
Light-winner, Rishi-minded, Rishi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages, A Steer who strives to gain his third form, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a Singer.
camūṣacchyenaḥ śakuno vibhṛtvā govindur drapsa āyudhāni bibhrat apām ūrmiṃ sacamānaḥ samudraṃ turīyaṃ dhāma mahiṣo vivakti
Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons, Following close the sea, the wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth form and declares it.
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Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches, A steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed into the beakers.
pavasvendo pavamāno mahobhiḥ kanikradat pari vārāṇy arṣa krīﾱañ camvor ā viśa pūyamāna indraṃ te raso madiro mamattu
Flow on with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter. Enter the beakers sporting, as they cleanse thee, and let thy gladdening juice make Indra joyful.
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His streams have been effused in all their fulness, and he hath entered, balmed with milk, the goblets. Singing his psalm, well-skilled in song, a Chanter, be comes as 'twere to his friend's sister roaring.
apaghnann eṣi pavamāna śatrūn priyāṃ na jāro abhigīta induḥ sīdan vaneṣu śakuno na patvā somaḥ punānaḥ kalaśeṣu sattā
Chasing our foes thou comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his darling. As a bird flies and settles in the forest, thus Soma settles, purified, in goblets.
ā te rucaḥ pavamānasya soma yoṣeva yanti sudughāḥ sudhārāḥ harir ānītaḥ puruvāro apsv acikradat kalaśe devayūnām
With full stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse thee. He, gold-hued, rich in boons, brought to the waters, hath roared within the goblet of the pious.