Sukta 92

परि सुवानो हरिरंशुः पवित्रे रथो न सर्जि सनये हियानः। आपच्छ्लोकमिन्द्रियं पूयमानः प्रति देवाँ अजुषत प्रयोभिः॥

pari suvāno hariraṁśuḥ pavitre ratho na sarji sanaye hiyānaḥ | āpacchlokamindriyaṁ pūyamānaḥ prati devā ajuṣata prayobhiḥ ||

THE gold-hued juice, poured out upon the filter, is started like a car sent forth to conquer. He hath gained song and vigour while they cleansed him, and hath rejoiced the Gods with entertainments.

अच्छा नृचक्षा असरत्पवित्रे नाम दधानः कविरस्य योनौ। सीदन्होतेव सदने चमूषूपेमग्मन्नृषयः सप्त विप्राः॥

acchā nṛcakṣā asaratpavitre nāma dadhānaḥ kavirasya yonau | sīdanhoteva sadane camūṣūpemagmannṛṣayaḥ sapta viprāḥ ||

He who beholdeth man hath reached the filter: bearing his name, the Sage hath sought his dwelling. The Rsis came to him, seven holy singers, when in the bowls he settled as Invoker.

प्र सुमेधा गातुविद्विश्वदेवः सोमः पुनानः सद एति नित्यम्। भुवद्विश्वेषु काव्येषु रन्तानु जनान्यतते पञ्च धीरः॥

pra sumedhā gātuvidviśvadevaḥ somaḥ punānaḥ sada eti nityam | bhuvadviśveṣu kāvyeṣu rantānu janānyatate pañca dhīraḥ ||

Shared by all Gods, mobt wise, propitious, Soma goes, while they cleanse him, to his constant station. Let him rejoice in all his lofty wisdom to the Five Tribes the Sage attains with labour.

तव त्ये सोम पवमान निण्ये विश्वे देवास्त्रय एकादशासः। दश स्वधाभिरधि सानो अव्ये मृजन्ति त्वा नद्यः सप्त यह्वीः॥

tava tye soma pavamāna niṇye viśve devāstraya ekādaśāsaḥ | daśa svadhābhiradhi sāno avye mṛjanti tvā nadyaḥ sapta yahvīḥ ||

In thy mysterious place, O Pavamana Soma, are all the Gods, the Thrice-Eleven. Ten on the fleecy height, themselves, self-prompted, and seven fresh rivers, brighten and adorn thee.

तन्नु सत्यं पवमानस्यास्तु यत्र विश्वे कारवः संनसन्त। ज्योतिर्यदह्ने अकृणोदु लोकं प्रावन्मनुं दस्यवे करभीकम्॥

tannu satyaṁ pavamānasyāstu yatra viśve kāravaḥ saṁnasanta | jyotiryadahne akṛṇodu lokaṁ prāvanmanuṁ dasyave karabhīkam ||

Now let this be the truth of Pavamana, there where all singers gather them together, That he hath given us room and made the daylight, hath holpen Manu and repelled the Dasyu.

परि सद्मेव पशुमान्ति होता राजा न सत्यः समितीरियानः। सोमः पुनानः कलशाँ अयासीत्सीदन्मृगो न महिषो वनेषु॥

pari sadmeva paśumānti hotā rājā na satyaḥ samitīriyānaḥ | somaḥ punānaḥ kalaśā ayāsītsīdanmṛgo na mahiṣo vaneṣu ||

As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King who goes to great assemblies, Soma hath sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and like a wild bull, in the wood hath settled.