Sukta 50

उत्ते शुष्मास ईरते सिन्धोरूर्मेरिव स्वनः। वाणस्य चोदया पविम्॥

utte śuṣmāsa īrate sindhorūrmeriva svanaḥ | vāṇasya codayā pavim ||

LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves: Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point.

प्रसवे त उदीरते तिस्रो वाचो मखस्युवः। यदव्य एषि सानवि॥

prasave ta udīrate tisro vāco makhasyuvaḥ | yadavya eṣi sānavi ||

At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.

अव्यो वारे परि प्रियं हरिं हिन्वन्त्यद्रिभिः। पवमानं मधुश्चुतम्॥

avyo vāre pari priyaṁ hariṁ hinvantyadribhiḥ | pavamānaṁ madhuścutam ||

On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One, Even Pavamana, dropping meath.

आ पवस्व मदिन्तम पवित्रं धारया कवे। अर्कस्य योनिमासदम्॥

ā pavasva madintama pavitraṁ dhārayā kave | arkasya yonimāsadam ||

Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer, To seat thee in the place of song.

स पवस्व मदिन्तम गोभिरञ्जानो अक्तुभिः। इन्दविन्द्राय पीतये॥

sa pavasva madintama gobhirañjāno aktubhiḥ | indavindrāya pītaye ||

Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm, Indu, for Indra, for his drink.