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Sama Veda, part 22Part II, Book V, Chapter II
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Hinduism · Vedas · Sama Veda
Sama Veda, part 22
Part II, Book V, Chapter II
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(1)Guard of all being, generating creatures, loud roared the sea as highest law commanded. Strong in the filter, on the fleecy summit, pressed from the stone, Soma hath waxen mighty.
(2)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!
(3)Soma, the mighty, when, the water's offspring, he chose the Gods, performed that great achievement. He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra: he, Indu, generated strength in Surya.
(1)Here present this immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings, To settle in the vats of wood.
(2)Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and bestows Rich gifts upon the worshipper.
(3)He. like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along. Is fain to win all precious boons.
(4)This God as he is flowirig on speeds like a car and gives his aid: He lets his voice be heard of all.
(5)This God, while flowing, is adorned, gold-coloured, for the spoil, by men Devout and skilled in holy songs.
(6)This God, made ready with the hymn runs swiftly through the winding ways, Inviolable as he flows.
(7)A way he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven, And roars as he is flowing on.
(8)While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven, across The regions, never overthrown.
(9)By generation long ago, this God, engendered for the Gods, Flows tawny to the straining-cloth.
(10)This Lord of many holy laws, even at his birth engendering strength, Effused, flows onward in a stream.
(1)Through the fine fingers, with the song, this hero comes with rapid cars, Going to Indra's settled place.
(2)In holy thought he ponders much for the great service of theGods, Where the immortals have their seat.
(3)Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, Him who brings forth abundant food.
(4)He is deposited and led along the consecrated path When zealous men are urging him,
(5)He moves, a vigorous steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, He who is Sovran of the streams.
(6)He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them, bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds.
(7)He, over places rough to pass bringing rich treasures, closely pressed. Descends into the reservoirs.
(8)Him, even him the golden-hued, well armed, best giver of delight, Ten fingers urge to run his course.
(1)This Bull, this chariot robes him in the sheep's long wool as heproceeds. To war that wins a thousand spoils.
(2)The dames of Trita with the stones urge forth this goldencoloured one, Indu to Indra for his drink.
(3)He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men, Like lover speeding to his love.
(4)This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven, This Soma drop that pierced the sieve.
(5)Pressed for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth intelligent, calling out, Unto the well-beloved place.
(6)Him, here, the gold-decked skilful ten cleanse carefully, who make him bright. And beauteous for the gladdening draught.
(1)Urged by the men, this vigorous steed, Lord of the mind omniscient, Flies to the long wool of the sheep.
(2)Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused. Entering all their essences.
(3)He shines in beauty there, this God, immortal, in his dwellingplace, Foe-slayer, dearest to the Gods.
(4)Directed by the sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer Runs onward to the wooden vats.
(5)This Pavamana, gladdening drink within the purifying sieve, Gave splendour to the Sun in heaven.
(6)Unconquerable Lord of speech, dwelling beside Viavasvan, he Mounts up together with the Sun.
(1)This Sage, exalted by our lands, flows to the purifying sieve, Scattering foes as he is cleansed.
(2)Giver of strength, winner of light, for Indra and for Vayu he Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.
(3)The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, omniscient the head of heaven. Effused into the vats of wood.
(4)Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana roared, Still conqueror, never overcome.
(5)To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed This Indu, being purified.
(6)This Soma being purified flows mighty and invincible, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.
(1)This Soma, strong effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve, Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
(2)Far sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve intelligent, Bellowing to his place of rest.
(3)This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven, Fiend-slayer, through the sheep's long wool.
(4)This Pavamana, up above on Trita's ridge, hath made the Sun, Together with the Sisters, shine.
(5)Effused, this Soma, Steer, who slays Vritra, room-giver, unbeguiled, Hath gone as 'twere to win the spoil.
(6)Urged by the sage upon his way, this God speeds forward to the: vats, Indu to Indra, giving boons.
(1)The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamana hymns, Tastes food completely purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's touch.
(2)Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamana hymns, For him Sarasvat! pours forth water and butter, milk and meath.
(3)Yea, for the Pavamanas flow richly, drop fatness, bring us weal,-- Amrit deposited among the Brahmans, essence stored by saints.
(4)So may the Pavamana hymns bestow on us this world and that, And gratify our hearts' desires'-the Goddesses combined with Gods!
(5)The purifying flood wherewith Gods ever purify themselves,-- With that, in thousand currents, may the Pavamanas make us clean!
(6)The Pavamana hymns bring weal: by these man goes to Paradise, And, eating pure and holy food, attains to immortality.
(1)We with great reverence have approached the Youngest, who hath shone forth well kindled in his dwelling, Wondrously bright between wide earth and heaven, well worshipped, looking forth in all directions.
(2)Through his great might o'ercoming all misfortunes, praised in the house is Agni Jatavedas. May he preserve us from disgrace and trouble, both us who laud him and our wealthy princes!
(3)O Agni, thou art Varuna and Mitra: Vasishthas! with their holy hymns exalt thee. With thee be most abundant gain of treasure! Do ye preserve us evermore with blessing!
(1)Indra, great in his power and might, and like Parjanya rich in rain. Hath been increased by Vatsa's lauds.
(2)Since Kanvas have with lauds made him completer of the sacrifice, Words are their own appropriate arms.
(3)When priests who magnify the Son of holy law present their gifts, Sages with Order's hymn of praise.
(1)Of gold-hued Pavamana, great destroyer, radiant streams have flowed, Swift streams of him whose gleams are swift.
(2)Best rider of the chariot, praised with fairest praise 'mid beauteous ones, Gold gleaming with the Marut host,
(3)Penetrate, Pavamana, best at winning booty, with thy rays, Giving the Singer hero strength!
(1)Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred gifts, Who, friend of man, hath run among the water-streams He hath pressed Soma out with stones.
(2)Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece, invincible and more odorous! We joy in thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still with juice and milk.
(3)Pressed out for all to see, delighting Gods, Indu, far-seeing one, is mental power.
(1)Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed the wondrous one hath bellowed to the kine. While purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee hawk-like in the place that drops with oil.
(2)Parjanya is the sire of the leaf-bearing Bull: on mountains, in earth's centre hath he made his home. The waters have flowed forth, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.
(3)To glory goest thou, a Sage with ordering skill, like a groomed steed thou rushest forward to the prize. Be gracious to us, Soma, driving off distress! Thou goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state.
(1)Turning as 'twere to meet the Sun, enjoy from Indra all good things! When he who will be born is born with power we look to treasures as our heritage.
(2)Praise him who sends us wealth, prompt with his liberal boons Good 4re the gifts that Indra gives. He is not wroth with one who satisfies his wish: he instigates, his mind to give.
(1)Indra, give us security from that whereof we are afraid Help us, O Maghavan, let thy favour aid us thus drive away foes and enemies!
(2)For thou, O liberal Lord of ample bounty, art the ruler of our house and home. So, Indra Maghavan, thou lover of the song, we with pressed Soma call on thee.
(1)Thou, Soma, hast a running stream, sweet-toned most strong at sacrifice: Flow bounteously bestowing wealth
(2)Thou most delightful, when effused, running, the best of gladdeners, art Indu, still conquering, ne'er subdued.
(3)Do thou, poured forth by pressing-stones, flow hither uttering a roar, And bring us brightly-glorious strength!
(1)In might, O Indu, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the Gods: Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy seat!
(2)Thy drops that swim in water have exalted Indra to delight The Gods have drunk thee up for immortality.
(3)Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified Pouring down rain from heaven in floods, and finding light!
(1)Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued beloved of all, Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities
(2)Whom, bright with native splendour, crushed between the preesing-stones, a friend. Whom Indra dearly loves, the waves and ten companions dip and bathe
(3)For Vritra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink, And for the guerdon-giving man, the hero sitting in his seat.
(1)Flow onward Soma, flow for mighty strength, as a strong courser, bathed, to win the prize.
(2)The pressers clarify this juice of thine, the Soma for delight and lofty fame.
(3)They deck the gold-hued infant, newly-born, even Soma, Indu, in the sieve, for Gods.
(1)The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk, The active crusher of the foe.
(2)Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him, Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart!
(3)Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk: Increase the sea, praiseworthy one!
(1)Hitherward! they who light the flame and straightway trim the sacred grass, Whose friend is Indra ever young.
(2)Large is their fuel, much their laud, wide is their splinter from the stake, Whose friend is Indra ever young.
(3)Unquelled in fight the hero leads his army with the warrior chiefs, Whose friend is Indra ever young.
(1)He who alone bestoweth wealth on mortal man who offereth gifts, Is Indra only, potent Lord whom none resist.
(2)Whoever with the Soma pressed draws thee away from many men,- Verily Indra gains thereby tremendous power.
(3)When willhe trample, like a weed, the man who hath no gift for him? When, verily, will Indra hear our songs of praise?
(1)The singers hymn thee, they who chant the psalm of praise are lauding thee. The Brahmans have exalted thee, O Satakratu, like a pole. 2, When thou wast climbing ridge from ridge, he looked upon the toilsome task: Indra takes notice of that wish, and the Ram hastens with his troop.
(3)Harness thy pair of strong bay steeds, long-maned, whose bodies fill the girths. And, Indra, Soma drinker, come to listen to our songs Of praise!
