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Sama Veda, part 15
Part II, Book II, Chapter I
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(1)Soma, as leader of the song, flow onward with thy wondrous aid. For holy lore of every sort!
(2)Do thou as leader of the song, stirring the waters of the sea, Flow onward, known to all mankind! 1 O Soma, O thou Sage, these worlds stand ready to enhance thy might: The milch-kine run for thy behoof.
(1)Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: Drive all our enernies away!
(2)And in thy friendship, Indu, most sublime and glorious, may we Subdue all those who war with us!
(3)Those awful weapons which thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down-- Guard us therewith from every foe!
(1)O Soma, thou art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent sway,
(2)Steer-strong thy might is like a steer's, steer-strong the wood, steer-strong the juice: A steer indeed, O Steer, art thou.
(3)Thou, Indu, as a vigorous horse, hast neighed together steeds and kine: Unbar for us the doors to wealth!
(1)For thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana call on thee, The brilliant looker on the light.
(2)When thou art sprinkled with the streams, thou reachest, purified by men, Thy dwelling in the wooden vat.
(3)Do thou, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength. O Indu, come thou hitherward!
(1)We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er The limit of the cleansing sieve.
(2)With those same waves which in their stream o'erflow the purifying sieve, Soma, be gracious unto us!
(3)O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides-for thou canst- Riches and food with hero sons!
(1)Agni we choose as envoy, skilled performer of this holy rite, Hotar, possessor of all wealth.
(2)With constant calls they invocate Agni, Agni, Lord of the house, Oblation-bearer, much-beloved
(3)Bring the Gods hither, Agni, born for him who trims the Sacred grass: Thou art our Hotar, meet for praise!
(1)Mitra and Varuna we call to drink the draught of Soma juice, Those born endowed with holy strength.
(2)Those who by Law uphold the Law, Lords of the shining light of Law, Mitra I call, and Varuna.
(3)Let Varuna be our chief defence, let Mitra guard us with all aids, Both make us rich exceedingly!
(1)Indra the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their lauds, Indra the choirs have glorified.
(2)Indra is close to his two bays, with chariot ready at his word, Indra the golden, thunder-armed.
(3)Help us in battles Indra, in battles where thousand spoils are gained, With awful aids, O awful one!
(4)Indra raised up the son aloft in heaven, that he may see afar: He burst the mountain for the kine.
(1)To Indra and to Agni we bring reverence high and holy hymn, And, craving help, soft words with prayer.
(2)For all these holy singers thus implore these twain to succour them, And priests that they may win them strength.
(3)Eager to laud you, we with songs invoke you, bearing sacred food, Fain for success in sacrifice.
(1)Flow onward, mighty with thy stream, inspiriting the Marut's Lord, Winning all riches with thy power!
(2)I send thee forth to battle from the press, O Pavamana, strong, Sustainer, looker on the light!
(3)Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawnycoloured, with thy stream: Incite to battle thine ally!
(1)A Red Bull bellowing to the kine, thou goest, causing the heavens and earth to roar and thunder. A shout is heard like Indra's in the battle: thou flowest on, sending this voice before thee.
(2)Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet juices, urging the meathrich plant thou goest onward. Making loud clamour, Soma Pavamana, thou flowest when thou art effused for Indra.
(3)So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, turning the weapon of the water's holder! Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine. O Soma!
(1)That we may win us wealth and power we poets verily, call on thee: In war men call on thee, Indra, the hero's Lord, in the steed's race-course call on thee
(2)As such, O wonderful, whose hand holds thunder, praised as mighty, Caster of the Stone! Pour on us boldly, Indra, kine and chariot-steeds, ever to be the conqueror's strength!
(1)To you will I sing Indra's praise who gives good gifts, as we I we know; The praise of Maghavan who, rich in treasure, aids his singers with wealth thousandfold.
(2)As with a hundred hosts, he rushes boldly on, and for the offerer slays his foes. As from a mountain fiow the water-brooks, thus flow his gifts who feedeth many a one.
(1)O Thunderer, zealous worshippers gave thee drink this time yesterday: So, Indra, listen here to him who offers lauds: come near unto our dwelling-place!
(2)Lord of bay steeds, fair-helmed, rejoice thee: thee we seek. Here the disposers wait on thee. Thy glories, meet for praise! are highest by the juice, O Indra, lover of the song.
(1)Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight, Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!
(2)Killing the foeman and his hate, and daily winning spoil and strength, Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.
(3)Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast, Falcon-like resting in thine home!
(1)As Pashan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure. He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
(2)The dear cows sang in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink. The drops as they are purified, the Soma juices, make the paths.
(3)O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed, Which the Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence!
(1)Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer of days, of mornings, and of heaven. Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into the jars, and with the help of sages entered Indra's heart.
(2)On, with the sages, flows the poet on his way, and guided by the men, hath streamed into the vats. He, showing Trita's name, hath caused the meath to flow, increasing Vayu's strength to make him Indra's friend.
(3)He, being purified, hath made the mornings shine, and it is he who gave the rivers room to flow. Making the three-times seven pour out the milky stream, Soma, the cheerer, yields whate'er the heart finds sweet.
(1)For so thou art the brave man's friend; a hero, too, art thou, and strong: So may thy heart be won us!
(2)So hath the offering. wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers. So dwell thou, Indra, even with us!
(3)Be not thou like a slothful priest, O Lord of spoil and strength: rejoice In the pressed Soma blent with milk!
(1)All sacred songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea. Best of all warriors borne on cars, the Lord of heroes, Lord of strength.
(2)Lord of might, Indra, may we ne'er, strong in thy friendship, be afraid! We glorify with praises thee, the never conquered conqueror.
(3)The gifts of Indra from of old, his saving succours never fail, When to his worshippers he gives the boon of booty rich in kine.
