Rig Veda 9.97

asya preṣā hemanā pūyamāno devo devebhiḥ sam apṛkta rasam sutaḥ pavitram pary eti rebhan miteva sadma paśumānti hotā

Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse the God hath to the Gods his juice imparted. He goes, effused and singing, to the filter, like priest to measured seats supplied with cattle.

bhadrā vastrā samanyā vasāno mahān kavir nivacanāni śaṃsan ā vacyasva camvoḥ pūyamāno vicakṣaṇo jāgṛvir devavītau

Robed in fair raiment meet to wear in battle, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations. Roll onward to the beakers as they cleanse thee, far-seeing at the feast of Gods, and watchful.

sam u priyo mṛjyate sāno avye yaśastaro yaśasāṃ kṣaito asme abhi svara dhanvā pūyamāno yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ

Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a Prince among us, nobler than the noble. Roar out as thou art purified, run forward. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.

pra gāyatābhy arcāma devān somaṃ hinota mahate dhanāya svāduḥ pavāte ati vāram avyam ā sīdāti kalaśaṃ devayur naḥ

Let us sing praises to the Gods: sing loudly, send ye the Soma forth for mighty riches. Let him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through the filter, and let our pious one rest in the pitcher.

indur devānām upa sakhyam āyan sahasradhāraḥ pavate madāya nṛbhi stavāno anu dhāma pūrvam agann indram mahate saubhagāya

Winning the friendship of the Deities, Indu flows in a thousand streams to make them joyful. Praised by the men after the ancient statute, he hath come nigh, for our great bliss, to Indra.

stotre rāye harir arṣā punāna indram mado gacchatu te bharāya devair yāhi sarathaṃ rādho acchā yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ

Flow, Gold-hued, cleansing thee, to enrich the singer: let thy juice go to Indra to support him. Come nigh, together with the Gods, for bounty. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.

pra kāvyam uśaneva bruvāṇo devo devānāṃ janimā vivakti mahivrataḥ śucibandhuḥ pāvakaḥ padā varāho abhy eti rebhan

The God declares the Deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming lofty wisdom. With brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, the Boar advances, singing, to the places.

pra haṃsāsas tṛpalam manyum acchāmād astaṃ vṛṣagaṇā ayāsuḥ āṅgūṣyam pavamānaṃ sakhāyo durmarṣaṃ sākam pra vadanti vāṇam

The Swans, the Vrishaganas from anear us have brought their restless spirit to our dwelling. Friends come to Pavamana meet for praises, and sound in concert their resistless music.

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He follows the Wide-strider's rapid movement: cows low, as 'twere, to him who sports at pleasure. He with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the Silvery shines by night, by day the Golden.

indur vājī pavate gonyoghā indre somaḥ saha invan madāya hanti rakṣo bādhate pary arātīr varivaḥ kṛṇvan vṛjanasya rājā

Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, to make him joyful. He quells malignities and slays the demons, the King of mighty power who brings us comfort.

adha dhārayā madhvā pṛcānas tiro roma pavate adridugdhaḥ indur indrasya sakhyaṃ juṣāṇo devo devasya matsaro madāya

Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter- Indu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the God who gladdens, for the God's enjoyment.

abhi priyāṇi pavate punāno devo devān svena rasena pṛñcan indur dharmāṇy ṛtuthā vasāno daśa kṣipo avyata sāno avye

As he is purified he pours out treasures, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices. Indu hath, wearing qualities by seasons, on the raised fleece engaged, the ten swift fingers.

vṛṣā śoṇo abhikanikradad gā nadayann eti pṛthivīm uta dyām indrasyeva vagnur ā śṛṇva ājau pracetayann arṣati vācam emām

The Red Bull bellowing to the kine advances, causing the heavens and earth to roar and thunder. Well is he beard like Indra's shout in battle: letting this voice be known he hastens hither.

rasāyyaḥ payasā pinvamāna īrayann eṣi madhumantam aṃśum pavamānaḥ saṃtanim eṣi kṛṇvann indrāya soma pariṣicyamānaḥ

Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet flavours, urging the meath-rich plant thou goest onward. Raising a shout thou flowest as they cleanse thee, when thou, O Soma, art effused for Indra.

evā pavasva madiro madāyodagrābhasya namayan vadhasnaiḥ pari varṇam bharamāṇo ruśantaṃ gavyur no arṣa pari soma siktaḥ

So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, aiming death-shafts at him who stays the waters, Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine, O Soma.

juṣṭvī na indo supathā sugāny urau pavasva varivāṃsi kṛṇvan ghaneva viṣvag duritāni vighnann adhi ṣṇunā dhanva sāno avye

Pleased with us, Indu, send us as thou flowest good easy paths in ample space and comforts. Dispelling, as 'twere with a club, misfortunes, run o'er the height, run o'er the fleecy summit.

vṛṣṭiṃ no arṣa divyāṃ jigatnum iﾱāvatīṃ śaṅgayīṃ jīradānum stukeva vītā dhanvā vicinvan bandhūṃr imāṁ avarāṁ indo vāyūn

Pour on us rain celestial, quickly streaming, refreshing, fraught with health and ready bounty. Flow, Indu, send these Winds thy lower kinsmen, setting them free like locks of hair unbraided.

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Part, like a knotted tangle, while they cleanse thee, O Soma, righteous and unrighteous conduct. Neigh like a tawny courser who is loosened, come like a youth, O God, a house-possessor.

juṣṭo madāya devatāta indo pari ṣṇunā dhanva sāno avye sahasradhāraḥ surabhir adabdhaḥ pari srava vājasātau nṛṣahye

For the God's service, for delight, O Indu, run o'er the height, run o'ver the fleecy summit. With thousand streams, inviolate, sweet-scented, flow on for gain of strength that conquers heroes.

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Without a car, without a rein to guide them, unyoked, like coursers started in the contest, These brilliant drops of Soma juice run forward. Do ye, O Deities, come nigh to drink them.

evā na indo abhi devavītim pari srava nabho arṇaś camūṣu somo asmabhyaṃ kāmyam bṛhantaṃ rayiṃ dadātu vīravantam ugram

So for our banquet of the Gods, O Indu, pour down the rain of heaven into the vessels. May Soma grant us riches sought with longing, mighty, exceeding strong, with store of heroes.

takṣad yadī manaso venato vāg jyeṣṭhasya vā dharmaṇi kṣor anīke ād īm āyan varam ā vāvaśānā juṣṭam patiṃ kalaśe gāva indum

What time the loving spirit's word had formed him Chief of all food, by statute of the Highest, Then loudly lowing came the cows to Indu, the chosen, well-loved Master in the beaker.

pra dānudo divyo dānupinva ṛtam ṛtāya pavate sumedhāḥ dharmā bhuvad vṛjanyasya rājā pra raśmibhir daśabhir bhāri bhūma

The Sage, Celestial, liberal, raining bounties, pours as he flows the Genuine for the Truthful. The King shall be effectual strength's upholder: he by the ten bright reins is mostly guided.

pavitrebhiḥ pavamāno nṛcakṣā rājā devānām uta martyānām dvitā bhuvad rayipatī rayīṇām ṛtam bharat subhṛtaṃ cārv induḥ

He who beholds mankind, made pure with filters, the King supreme of Deities and mortals, From days of old is Treasure-Lord of riches: he, Indu, cherishes fair well-kept Order.

arvāṁ iva śravase sātim acchendrasya vāyor abhi vītim arṣa sa naḥ sahasrā bṛhatīr iṣo dā bhavā soma draviṇovit punānaḥ

Haste, like a steed, to victory for glory, to Indra's and to Vayu's entertainment. Give us food ample, thousandfold: be, Soma, the finder-out of riches when they cleanse thee.

devāvyo naḥ pariṣicyamānāḥ kṣayaṃ suvīraṃ dhanvantu somāḥ āyajyavaḥ sumatiṃ viśvavārā hotāro na diviyajo mandratamāḥ

Effused by us let God-delighting Somas bring as they flow a home with noble heroes. Rich in all boons like priests acquiring favour, the worshippers of heaven, the best of Cheerers.

evā deva devatāte pavasva mahe soma psarase devapānaḥ mahaś ciddhi ṣmasi hitāḥ samarye kṛdhi suṣṭhāne rodasī punānaḥ

So, God, for service of the Gods flow onward, flow, drink of Gods, for ample food, O Soma. For we go forth to war against the mighty make heaven and earth well stablished by thy cleansing.

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Thou, yoked by strong men, neighest like a courser, swifter than thought is, like an awful lion. By paths directed hitherward, the straightest, send thou us happiness, Indu, while they cleanse thee.

śataṃ dhārā devajātā asṛgran sahasram enāḥ kavayo mṛjanti indo sanitraṃ diva ā pavasva puraetāsi mahato dhanasya

Sprung from the Gods, a hundred streams, a thousand, have been effused: sages prepare and purge them. Bring us from heaven the means of winning, Indu; thou art-forerunnner of abundant riches.

divo na sargā asasṛgram ahnāṃ rājā na mitram pra mināti dhīraḥ pitur na putraḥ kratubhir yatāna ā pavasva viśe asyā ajītim

The streams of days, were poured as 'twere from heaven: the wise King doth not treat his friend unkindly. Like a son following his father's wishes, grant to this family success and safety.

pra te dhārā madhumatīr asṛgran vārān yat pūto atyeṣy avyān pavamāna pavase dhāma gonāṃ jajñānaḥ sūryam apinvo arkaiḥ

Now are thy streams poured forth with all their sweetness, when, purified. thou goest through the filter. The race of kine is thy gift, Pavarridna: when born thou madest Surya rich with brightness.

kanikradad anu panthām ṛtasya śukro vi bhāsy amṛtasya dhāma sa indrāya pavase matsaravān hinvāno vācam matibhiḥ kavīnām

Bright, bellowing aiong the path of Order, thou shinest as the form of life eternal. Thou flowest on as gladdening drink for Indra, sending thy voice out with the hymns of sages.

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Pouring out streams at the Gods' feast with service, thou, Soma, lookest down, a heavenly Eagle. Enter the Soma-holding beaker, Indu, and with a roar approach the ray of Sarya.

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Three are the voices that the Courser utters: he speaks the thought of prayer, the law of Order. To the Cow's Master come the Cows inquiring: the hymns with eager longing come to Soma.

somaṃ gāvo dhenavo vāvaśānāḥ somaṃ viprā matibhiḥ pṛcchamānāḥ somaḥ sutaḥ pūyate ajyamānaḥ some arkās triṣṭubhaḥ saṃ navante

To Soma come the Cows, the Milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with their hymns inquiring. Soma, effused, is purified and blended our hymns and Trishtup songs unite in Soma.

evā naḥ soma pariṣicyamāna ā pavasva pūyamānaḥ svasti indram ā viśa bṛhatā raveṇa vardhayā vācaṃ janayā purandhim

Thus, Soma, as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified flow for our welfare. Pass into Indra with a mighty roaring make the voice swell, and generate abundance.

ā jāgṛvir vipra ṛtā matīnāṃ somaḥ punāno asadac camūṣu sapanti yam mithunāso nikāmā adhvaryavo rathirāsaḥ suhastāḥ

Singer of true songs, ever-watchful, Soma hath settled in the ladles when they cleanse him. Him the Adhvaryus, paired and eager, follow, leaders of sacrifice and skilful-handed.

sa punāna upa sūre na dhātobhe aprā rodasī vi ṣa āvaḥ priyā cid yasya priyasāsa ūtī sa tū dhanaṃ kāriṇe na pra yaṃsat

Cleansed near the Sun as 'twere he as Creator hath filled full heaven and earth, and hath disclosed them. He by whose dear help men gain all their wishes shall yield the precious meed as to a victor.

sa vardhitā vardhanaḥ pūyamānaḥ somo mīḍhvāṁ abhi no jyotiṣāvīt yenā naḥ pūrve pitaraḥ padajñāḥ svarvido abhi gā adrim uṣṇan

He, being cleansed, the Strengthener and Increaser, Soma the Bounteous, helped us with his lustre, Wherewith our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and stole the cattle from the mountain.

akrān samudraḥ prathame vidharmañ janayan prajā bhuvanasya rājā vṛṣā pavitre adhi sāno avye bṛhat somo vāvṛdhe suvāna induḥ

In the first vault of heaven loud roared the Ocean, King of all being, generating creatures. Steer, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, Soma, the Drop effused, hath waxen mighty.

mahat tat somo mahiṣaś cakārāpāṃ yad garbho 'vṛṇīta devān adadhād indre pavamāna ojo 'janayat sūrye jyotir induḥ

Soma the Steer, in that as Child of Waters he chose the Gods, performed that great achievement. He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra; he, Indu, generated light in Surya.

matsi vāyum iṣṭaye rādhase ca matsi mitrāvaruṇā pūyamānaḥ matsi śardho mārutam matsi devān matsi dyāvāpṛthivī deva soma

Make Vayu glad,, for furtherance and bounty: cheer Varuna and Mitra, as they cleanse thee. Gladden the Gods, gladden the host of Maruts: make Heaven and Earth rejoice, O God, O Soma.

ṛjuḥ pavasva vṛjinasya hantāpāmīvām bādhamāno mṛdhaś ca abhiśrīṇan payaḥ payasābhi gonām indrasya tvaṃ tava vayaṃ sakhāyaḥ

Flow onward righteous slayer of the wicked, driving away our enemies and sickness, Blending thy milk with milk which cows afford us. We are thy friends, thou art the Friend of Indra.

madhvaḥ sūdam pavasva vasva utsaṃ vīraṃ ca na ā pavasvā bhagaṃ ca svadasvendrāya pavamāna indo rayiṃ ca na ā pavasvā samudrāt

Pour us a fount of meath, a spring of treasure; send us a hero son and happy fortune. Be sweet to India when they cleanse thee, Indu, and pour down riches on us from the ocean.

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Strong Soma, pressed, like an impetuous courser, hath flowed in stream as a flood speeding downward. Cleansed, he hath settled in his wooden dwelling: Indu hath flowed with milk and with the waters.

eṣa sya te pavata indra somaś camūṣu dhīra uśate tavasvān svarcakṣā rathiraḥ satyaśuṣmaḥ kāmo na yo devayatām asarji

Strong, wise, for thee who longest for his coming this Soma here flows to the bowls, O Indra. He, chariot-borne, sun-bright, and truly potent, was poured forth like the longing of the pious.

eṣa pratnena vayasā punānas tiro varpāṃsi duhitur dadhānaḥ vasānaḥ śarma trivarūtham apsu hoteva yāti samaneṣu rebhan

He, purified with ancient vital vigour, pervading all his Daughter's forms and figures, Finding his threefold refuge in the waters, goes singing, as a priest, to the assemblies.

nū nas tvaṃ rathiro deva soma pari srava camvoḥ pūyamānaḥ apsu svādiṣṭho madhumāṁ ṛtāvā devo na yaḥ savitā satyamanmā

Now, chariot-borne, flow unto us, God Soma, as thou art purified flow to the saucers, Sweetest in waters, rich in meath, and holy, as Savitar the God is, truthful minded.

abhi vāyuṃ vīty arṣā gṛṇāno 'bhi mitrāvaruṇā pūyamānaḥ abhī naraṃ dhījavanaṃ ratheṣṭhām abhīndraṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ vajrabāhum

To feast him, flow mid song and hymn, to Vayu, flow purified to Varuna and Mitra. Flow to the song-inspiring car-borne Hero, to mighty Indra, him who wields the thunder.

abhi vastrā suvasanāny arṣābhi dhenūḥ sudughāḥ pūyamānaḥ abhi candrā bhartave no hiraṇyābhy aśvān rathino deva soma

Pour on us garments that shall clothe us meetly, send, purified, milch-kine, abundant yielders. God Soma, send us chariot-drawing horses that they may bring us treasures bright and golden.

abhī no arṣa divyā vasūny abhi viśvā pārthivā pūyamānaḥ abhi yena draviṇam aśnavāmābhy ārṣeyaṃ jamadagnivan naḥ

Send to us in a stream celestial riches, send us, when thou art cleansed, what earth containeth, So that thereby we may acquire possessions and Rsihood in Jamadagni's manner.

ayā pavā pavasvainā vasūni māṃścatva indo sarasi pra dhanva bradhnaś cid atra vāto na jūtaḥ purumedhaś cit takave naraṃ dāt

Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake, O Indu. Here, too, the Ruddy, wind-swift, full of wisdom, Shall give a son to him who cometh quickly.

uta na enā pavayā pavasvādhi śrute śravāyyasya tīrthe ṣaṣṭiṃ sahasrā naiguto vasūni vṛkṣaṃ na pakvaṃ dhūnavad raṇāya

Flow on for us with this purification to the famed ford of thee whose due is glory. May the Foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand treasures.

mahīme asya vṛṣanāma śūṣe māṃścatve vā pṛśane vā vadhatre asvāpayan nigutaḥ snehayac cāpāmitrāṁ apācito acetaḥ

Eagerly do we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and Prisana, wrought in battle. He sent our enemies to sleep and slew them, and turned away the foolish and unfriendly.

saṃ trī pavitrā vitatāny eṣy anv ekaṃ dhāvasi pūyamānaḥ asi bhago asi dātrasya dātāsi maghavā maghavadbhya indo

Thou comest unto three extended filters, and hasteriest through each one as they cleanse thee. Thou art the giver of the gift, a Bhaga, a Maghavan for liberal lords, O Indu.

eṣa viśvavit pavate manīṣī somo viśvasya bhuvanasya rājā drapsāṁ īrayan vidatheṣv indur vi vāram avyaṃ samayāti yāti

This Soma here, the Wise, the All-obtainer, flows on his way as King of all existence. Driving the drops at our assemblies, Indu completely traverses the fleecy filter.

induṃ rihanti mahiṣā adabdhāḥ pade rebhanti kavayo na gṛdhrāḥ hinvanti dhīrā daśabhiḥ kṣipābhiḥ sam añjate rūpam apāṃ rasena

The Great Inviolate are kissing Indu, and singing in his place like eager sages. The wise men send him forth with ten swift fingers, and balm his form with essence of the waters.

tvayā vayam pavamānena soma bhare kṛtaṃ vi cinuyāma śaśvat tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ

Soma, may we, with thee as Pavamana, pile up together all our spoil in battle. This boon vouchsafe us Varuna and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.