Sukta 97

अस्य प्रेषा हेमना पूयमानो देवो देवेभिः समपृक्त रसम्। सुतः पवित्रं पर्येति रेभन्मितेव सद्म पशुमान्ति होता॥

asya preṣā hemanā pūyamāno devo devebhiḥ samapṛkta rasam | sutaḥ pavitraṁ paryeti rebhanmiteva 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.

भद्रा वस्त्रा समन्या वसानो महान्कविर्निवचनानि शंसन्। आ वच्यस्व चम्वोः पूयमानो विचक्षणो जागृविर्देववीतौ॥

bhadrā vastrā samanyā vasāno mahānkavirnivacanāni śaṁsan | ā vacyasva camvoḥ pūyamāno vicakṣaṇo jāgṛvirdevavītau ||

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.

समु प्रियो मृज्यते सानो अव्ये यशस्तरो यशसां क्षैतो अस्मे। अभि स्वर धन्वा पूयमानो यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

samu priyo mṛjyate sāno avye yaśastaro yaśasāṁ kṣaito asme | abhi svara dhanvā pūyamāno yūyaṁ 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.

प्र गायताभ्यर्चाम देवान्सोमं हिनोत महते धनाय। स्वादुः पवाते अति वारमव्यमा सीदाति कलशं देवयुर्नः॥

pra gāyatābhyarcāma devānsomaṁ hinota mahate dhanāya | svāduḥ pavāte ati vāramavyamā sīdāti kalaśaṁ devayurnaḥ ||

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.

इन्दुर्देवानामुप सख्यमायन्सहस्रधारः पवते मदाय। नृभिः स्तवानो अनु धाम पूर्वमगन्निन्द्रं महते सौभगाय॥

indurdevānāmupa sakhyamāyansahasradhāraḥ pavate madāya | nṛbhiḥ stavāno anu dhāma pūrvamagannindraṁ 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.

स्तोत्रे राये हरिरर्षा पुनान इन्द्रं मदो गच्छतु ते भराय। देवैर्याहि सरथं राधो अच्छा यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः॥

stotre rāye harirarṣā punāna indraṁ mado gacchatu te bharāya | devairyāhi sarathaṁ rādho acchā yūyaṁ 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.

प्र काव्यमुशनेव ब्रुवाणो देवो देवानां जनिमा विवक्ति। महिव्रतः शुचिबन्धुः पावकः पदा वराहो अभ्येति रेभन्॥

pra kāvyamuśaneva bruvāṇo devo devānāṁ janimā vivakti | mahivrataḥ śucibandhuḥ pāvakaḥ padā varāho abhyeti 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.

प्र हंसासस्तृपलं मन्युमच्छामादस्तं वृषगणा अयासुः। आङ्गूष्यं पवमानं सखायो दुर्मर्षं साकं प्र वदन्ति वाणम्॥

pra haṁsāsastṛpalaṁ manyumacchāmādastaṁ vṛṣagaṇā ayāsuḥ | āṅgūṣyaṁ pavamānaṁ sakhāyo durmarṣaṁ sākaṁ pra vadanti vāṇam ||

The Swans, the Vrsaganas 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.

स रंहत उरुगायस्य जूतिं वृथा क्रीळन्तं मिमते न गावः। परीणसं कृणुते तिग्मशृङ्गो दिवा हरिर्ददृशे नक्तमृज्रः॥

sa raṁhata urugāyasya jūtiṁ vṛthā krīḻantaṁ mimate na gāvaḥ | parīṇasaṁ kṛṇute tigmaśṛṅgo divā harirdadṛśe naktamṛjraḥ ||

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.

इन्दुर्वाजी पवते गोन्योघा इन्द्रे सोमः सह इन्वन्मदाय। हन्ति रक्षो बाधते पर्यरातीर्वरिवः कृण्वन्वृजनस्य राजा॥

indurvājī pavate gonyoghā indre somaḥ saha invanmadāya | hanti rakṣo bādhate paryarātīrvarivaḥ kṛṇvanvṛjanasya 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.

अध धारया मध्वा पृचानस्तिरो रोम पवते अद्रिदुग्धः। इन्दुरिन्द्रस्य सख्यं जुषाणो देवो देवस्य मत्सरो मदाय॥

adha dhārayā madhvā pṛcānastiro roma pavate adridugdhaḥ | indurindrasya sakhyaṁ 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.

अभि प्रियाणि पवते पुनानो देवो देवान्स्वेन रसेन पृञ्चन्। इन्दुर्धर्माण्यृतुथा वसानो दश क्षिपो अव्यत सानो अव्ये॥

abhi priyāṇi pavate punāno devo devānsvena rasena pṛñcan | indurdharmāṇyṛtuthā 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.

वृषा शोणो अभिकनिक्रदद्गा नदयन्नेति पृथिवीमुत द्याम्। इन्द्रस्येव वग्नुरा शृण्व आजौ प्रचेतयन्नर्षति वाचमेमाम्॥

vṛṣā śoṇo abhikanikradadgā nadayanneti pṛthivīmuta dyām | indrasyeva vagnurā śṛṇva ājau pracetayannarṣati vācamemām ||

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

रसाय्यः पयसा पिन्वमान ईरयन्नेषि मधुमन्तमंशुम्। पवमानः संतनिमेषि कृण्वन्निन्द्राय सोम परिषिच्यमानः॥

rasāyyaḥ payasā pinvamāna īrayanneṣi madhumantamaṁśum | pavamānaḥ saṁtanimeṣi kṛṇvannindrāya 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.

एवा पवस्व मदिरो मदायोदग्राभस्य नमयन्वधस्नैः। परि वर्णं भरमाणो रुशन्तं गव्युर्नो अर्ष परि सोम सिक्तः॥

evā pavasva madiro madāyodagrābhasya namayanvadhasnaiḥ | pari varṇaṁ bharamāṇo ruśantaṁ gavyurno arṣa pari soma siktaḥ ||

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

जुष्ट्वी न इन्दो सुपथा सुगान्युरौ पवस्व वरिवांसि कृण्वन्। घनेव विष्वग्दुरितानि विघ्नन्नधि ष्णुना धन्व सानो अव्ये॥

juṣṭvī na indo supathā sugānyurau pavasva varivāṁsi kṛṇvan | ghaneva viṣvagduritāni vighnannadhi 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.

वृष्टिं नो अर्ष दिव्यां जिगत्नुमिळावतीं शंगयीं जीरदानुम्। स्तुकेव वीता धन्वा विचिन्वन्बन्धूँरिमाँ अवराँ इन्दो वायून्॥

vṛṣṭiṁ no arṣa divyāṁ jigatnumiḻāvatīṁ śaṁgayīṁ jīradānum | stukeva vītā dhanvā vicinvanbandhūrimā avarā 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.

ग्रन्थिं न वि ष्य ग्रथितं पुनान ऋजुं च गातुं वृजिनं च सोम। अत्यो न क्रदो हरिरा सृजानो मर्यो देव धन्व पस्त्यावान्॥

granthiṁ na vi ṣya grathitaṁ punāna ṛjuṁ ca gātuṁ vṛjinaṁ ca soma | atyo na krado harirā sṛjāno maryo deva dhanva pastyāvān ||

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.

जुष्टो मदाय देवतात इन्दो परि ष्णुना धन्व सानो अव्ये। सहस्रधारः सुरभिरदब्धः परि स्रव वाजसातौ नृषह्ये॥

juṣṭo madāya devatāta indo pari ṣṇunā dhanva sāno avye | sahasradhāraḥ surabhiradabdhaḥ 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.

अरश्मानो येऽरथा अयुक्ता अत्यासो न ससृजानास आजौ। एते शुक्रासो धन्वन्ति सोमा देवासस्ताँ उप याता पिबध्यै॥

araśmāno ye'rathā ayuktā atyāso na sasṛjānāsa ājau | ete śukrāso dhanvanti somā devāsastā upa yātā pibadhyai ||

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.

एवा न इन्दो अभि देववीतिं परि स्रव नभो अर्णश्चमूषु। सोमो अस्मभ्यं काम्यं बृहन्तं रयिं ददातु वीरवन्तमुग्रम्॥

evā na indo abhi devavītiṁ pari srava nabho arṇaścamūṣu | somo asmabhyaṁ kāmyaṁ bṛhantaṁ rayiṁ dadātu vīravantamugram ||

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.

तक्षद्यदी मनसो वेनतो वाग्ज्येष्ठस्य वा धर्मणि क्षोरनीके। आदीमायन्वरमा वावशाना जुष्टं पतिं कलशे गाव इन्दुम्॥

takṣadyadī manaso venato vāgjyeṣṭhasya vā dharmaṇi kṣoranīke | ādīmāyanvaramā vāvaśānā juṣṭaṁ patiṁ 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.

प्र दानुदो दिव्यो दानुपिन्व ऋतमृताय पवते सुमेधाः। धर्मा भुवद्वृजन्यस्य राजा प्र रश्मिभिर्दशभिर्भारि भूम॥

pra dānudo divyo dānupinva ṛtamṛtāya pavate sumedhāḥ | dharmā bhuvadvṛjanyasya rājā pra raśmibhirdaśabhirbhāri 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.

पवित्रेभिः पवमानो नृचक्षा राजा देवानामुत मर्त्यानाम्। द्विता भुवद्रयिपती रयीणामृतं भरत्सुभृतं चार्विन्दुः॥

pavitrebhiḥ pavamāno nṛcakṣā rājā devānāmuta martyānām | dvitā bhuvadrayipatī rayīṇāmṛtaṁ bharatsubhṛtaṁ cārvinduḥ ||

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.

अर्वाँ इव श्रवसे सातिमच्छेन्द्रस्य वायोरभि वीतिमर्ष। स नः सहस्रा बृहतीरिषो दा भवा सोम द्रविणोवित्पुनानः॥

arvā iva śravase sātimacchendrasya vāyorabhi vītimarṣa | sa naḥ sahasrā bṛhatīriṣo dā bhavā soma draviṇovitpunānaḥ ||

Haste, like a steed, to vittory 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.

देवाव्यो नः परिषिच्यमानाः क्षयं सुवीरं धन्वन्तु सोमाः। आयज्यवः सुमतिं विश्ववारा होतारो न दिवियजो मन्द्रतमाः॥

devāvyo naḥ pariṣicyamānāḥ kṣayaṁ suvīraṁ dhanvantu somāḥ | āyajyavaḥ sumatiṁ 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.

एवा देव देवताते पवस्व महे सोम प्सरसे देवपानः। महश्चिद्धि ष्मसि हिताः समर्ये कृधि सुष्ठाने रोदसी पुनानः॥

evā deva devatāte pavasva mahe soma psarase devapānaḥ | mahaściddhi 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.

अश्वो नो क्रदो वृषभिर्युजानः सिंहो न भीमो मनसो जवीयान्। अर्वाचीनैः पथिभिर्ये रजिष्ठा आ पवस्व सौमनसं न इन्दो॥

aśvo no krado vṛṣabhiryujānaḥ siṁho na bhīmo manaso javīyān | arvācīnaiḥ pathibhirye rajiṣṭhā ā pavasva saumanasaṁ na indo ||

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.

शतं धारा देवजाता असृग्रन्सहस्रमेनाः कवयो मृजन्ति। इन्दो सनित्रं दिव आ पवस्व पुरएतासि महतो धनस्य॥

śataṁ dhārā devajātā asṛgransahasramenāḥ kavayo mṛjanti | indo sanitraṁ 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 winnning, Indu; thou art-forerunnner of abundant riches.

दिवो न सर्गा अससृग्रमह्नां राजा न मित्रं प्र मिनाति धीरः। पितुर्न पुत्रः क्रतुभिर्यतान आ पवस्व विशे अस्या अजीतिम्॥

divo na sargā asasṛgramahnāṁ rājā na mitraṁ pra mināti dhīraḥ | piturna putraḥ kratubhiryatāna 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.

प्र ते धारा मधुमतीरसृग्रन्वारान्यत्पूतो अत्येष्यव्यान्। पवमान पवसे धाम गोनां जज्ञानः सूर्यमपिन्वो अर्कैः॥

pra te dhārā madhumatīrasṛgranvārānyatpūto atyeṣyavyān | pavamāna pavase dhāma gonāṁ jajñānaḥ sūryamapinvo 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.

कनिक्रददनु पन्थामृतस्य शुक्रो वि भास्यमृतस्य धाम। स इन्द्राय पवसे मत्सरवान्हिन्वानो वाचं मतिभिः कवीनाम्॥

kanikradadanu panthāmṛtasya śukro vi bhāsyamṛtasya dhāma | sa indrāya pavase matsaravānhinvāno vācaṁ 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.

दिव्यः सुपर्णोऽव चक्षि सोम पिन्वन्धाराः कर्मणा देववीतौ। एन्दो विश कलशं सोमधानं क्रन्दन्निहि सूर्यस्योप रश्मिम्॥

divyaḥ suparṇo'va cakṣi soma pinvandhārāḥ karmaṇā devavītau | endo viśa kalaśaṁ somadhānaṁ krandannihi sūryasyopa raśmim ||

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.

तिस्रो वाच ईरयति प्र वह्निरृतस्य धीतिं ब्रह्मणो मनीषाम्। गावो यन्ति गोपतिं पृच्छमानाः सोमं यन्ति मतयो वावशानाः॥

tisro vāca īrayati pra vahnirṛtasya dhītiṁ brahmaṇo manīṣām | gāvo yanti gopatiṁ pṛcchamānāḥ somaṁ yanti matayo vāvaśānāḥ ||

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.

सोमं गावो धेनवो वावशानाः सोमं विप्रा मतिभिः पृच्छमानाः। सोमः सुतः पूयते अज्यमानः सोमे अर्कास्त्रिष्टुभः सं नवन्ते॥

somaṁ gāvo dhenavo vāvaśānāḥ somaṁ viprā matibhiḥ pṛcchamānāḥ | somaḥ sutaḥ pūyate ajyamānaḥ some arkāstriṣṭubhaḥ saṁ navante ||

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

एवा नः सोम परिषिच्यमान आ पवस्व पूयमानः स्वस्ति। इन्द्रमा विश बृहता रवेण वर्धया वाचं जनया पुरंधिम्॥

evā naḥ soma pariṣicyamāna ā pavasva pūyamānaḥ svasti | indramā viśa bṛhatā raveṇa vardhayā vācaṁ janayā puraṁdhim ||

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.

आ जागृविर्विप्र ऋता मतीनां सोमः पुनानो असदच्चमूषु। सपन्ति यं मिथुनासो निकामा अध्वर्यवो रथिरासः सुहस्ताः॥

ā jāgṛvirvipra ṛtā matīnāṁ somaḥ punāno asadaccamūṣu | sapanti yaṁ 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.

स पुनान उप सूरे न धातोभे अप्रा रोदसी वि ष आवः। प्रिया चिद्यस्य प्रियसास ऊती स तू धनं कारिणे न प्र यंसत्॥

sa punāna upa sūre na dhātobhe aprā rodasī vi ṣa āvaḥ | priyā cidyasya priyasāsa ūtī sa tū dhanaṁ kāriṇe na pra yaṁsat ||

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.

स वर्धिता वर्धनः पूयमानः सोमो मीढ्वाँ अभि नो ज्योतिषावीत्। येना नः पूर्वे पितरः पदज्ञाः स्वर्विदो अभि गा अद्रिमुष्णन्॥

sa vardhitā vardhanaḥ pūyamānaḥ somo mīḍhvā abhi no jyotiṣāvīt | yenā naḥ pūrve pitaraḥ padajñāḥ svarvido abhi gā adrimuṣṇan ||

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.

अक्रान्समुद्रः प्रथमे विधर्मञ्जनयन्प्रजा भुवनस्य राजा। वृषा पवित्रे अधि सानो अव्ये बृहत्सोमो वावृधे सुवान इन्दुः॥

akrānsamudraḥ prathame vidharmañjanayanprajā bhuvanasya rājā | vṛṣā pavitre adhi sāno avye bṛhatsomo 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.

महत्तत्सोमो महिषश्चकारापां यद्गर्भोऽवृणीत देवान्। अदधादिन्द्रे पवमान ओजोऽजनयत्सूर्ये ज्योतिरिन्दुः॥

mahattatsomo mahiṣaścakārāpāṁ yadgarbho'vṛṇīta devān | adadhādindre pavamāna ojo'janayatsūrye jyotirinduḥ ||

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.

मत्सि वायुमिष्टये राधसे च मत्सि मित्रावरुणा पूयमानः। मत्सि शर्धो मारुतं मत्सि देवान्मत्सि द्यावापृथिवी देव सोम॥

matsi vāyumiṣṭaye rādhase ca matsi mitrāvaruṇā pūyamānaḥ | matsi śardho mārutaṁ matsi devānmatsi 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.

ऋजुः पवस्व वृजिनस्य हन्तापामीवां बाधमानो मृधश्च। अभिश्रीणन्पयः पयसाभि गोनामिन्द्रस्य त्वं तव वयं सखायः॥

ṛjuḥ pavasva vṛjinasya hantāpāmīvāṁ bādhamāno mṛdhaśca | abhiśrīṇanpayaḥ payasābhi gonāmindrasya tvaṁ tava vayaṁ 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.

मध्वः सूदं पवस्व वस्व उत्सं वीरं च न आ पवस्वा भगं च। स्वदस्वेन्द्राय पवमान इन्दो रयिं च न आ पवस्वा समुद्रात्॥

madhvaḥ sūdaṁ pavasva vasva utsaṁ vīraṁ ca na ā pavasvā bhagaṁ ca | svadasvendrāya pavamāna indo rayiṁ 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.

सोमः सुतो धारयात्यो न हित्वा सिन्धुर्न निम्नमभि वाज्यक्षाः। आ योनिं वन्यमसदत्पुनानः समिन्दुर्गोभिरसरत्समद्भिः॥

somaḥ suto dhārayātyo na hitvā sindhurna nimnamabhi vājyakṣāḥ | ā yoniṁ vanyamasadatpunānaḥ samindurgobhirasaratsamadbhiḥ ||

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.

एष स्य ते पवत इन्द्र सोमश्चमूषु धीर उशते तवस्वान्। स्वर्चक्षा रथिरः सत्यशुष्मः कामो न यो देवयतामसर्जि॥

eṣa sya te pavata indra somaścamūṣu dhīra uśate tavasvān | svarcakṣā rathiraḥ satyaśuṣmaḥ kāmo na yo devayatāmasarji ||

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.

एष प्रत्नेन वयसा पुनानस्तिरो वर्पांसि दुहितुर्दधानः। वसानः शर्म त्रिवरूथमप्सु होतेव याति समनेषु रेभन्॥

eṣa pratnena vayasā punānastiro varpāṁsi duhiturdadhānaḥ | vasānaḥ śarma trivarūthamapsu 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.

नू नस्त्वं रथिरो देव सोम परि स्रव चम्वोः पूयमानः। अप्सु स्वादिष्ठो मधुमाँ ऋतावा देवो न यः सविता सत्यमन्मा॥

nū nastvaṁ rathiro deva soma pari srava camvoḥ pūyamānaḥ | apsu svādiṣṭho madhumā 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, truthfulminded.

अभि वायुं वीत्यर्षा गृणानोऽभि मित्रावरुणा पूयमानः। अभी नरं धीजवनं रथेष्ठामभीन्द्रं वृषणं वज्रबाहुम्॥

abhi vāyuṁ vītyarṣā gṛṇāno'bhi mitrāvaruṇā pūyamānaḥ | abhī naraṁ dhījavanaṁ ratheṣṭhāmabhīndraṁ vṛṣaṇaṁ 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.

अभि वस्त्रा सुवसनान्यर्षाभि धेनूः सुदुघाः पूयमानः। अभि चन्द्रा भर्तवे नो हिरण्याभ्यश्वान्रथिनो देव सोम॥

abhi vastrā suvasanānyarṣābhi dhenūḥ sudughāḥ pūyamānaḥ | abhi candrā bhartave no hiraṇyābhyaśvānrathino deva soma ||

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

अभी नो अर्ष दिव्या वसून्यभि विश्वा पार्थिवा पूयमानः। अभि येन द्रविणमश्नवामाभ्यार्षेयं जमदग्निवन्नः॥

abhī no arṣa divyā vasūnyabhi viśvā pārthivā pūyamānaḥ | abhi yena draviṇamaśnavāmābhyārṣeyaṁ jamadagnivannaḥ ||

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.

अया पवा पवस्वैना वसूनि माँश्चत्व इन्दो सरसि प्र धन्व। ब्रध्नश्चिदत्र वातो न जूतः पुरुमेधश्चित्तकवे नरं दात्॥

ayā pavā pavasvainā vasūni māścatva indo sarasi pra dhanva | bradhnaścidatra vāto na jūtaḥ purumedhaścittakave naraṁ 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.

उत न एना पवया पवस्वाधि श्रुते श्रवाय्यस्य तीर्थे। षष्टिं सहस्रा नैगुतो वसूनि वृक्षं न पक्वं धूनवद्रणाय॥

uta na enā pavayā pavasvādhi śrute śravāyyasya tīrthe | ṣaṣṭiṁ sahasrā naiguto vasūni vṛkṣaṁ na pakvaṁ dhūnavadraṇāya ||

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.

महीमे अस्य वृषनाम शूषे माँश्चत्वे वा पृशने वा वधत्रे। अस्वापयन्निगुतः स्नेहयच्चापामित्राँ अपाचितो अचेतः॥

mahīme asya vṛṣanāma śūṣe māścatve vā pṛśane vā vadhatre | asvāpayannigutaḥ snehayaccāpāmitrā apācito acetaḥ ||

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

सं त्री पवित्रा विततान्येष्यन्वेकं धावसि पूयमानः। असि भगो असि दात्रस्य दातासि मघवा मघवद्भ्य इन्दो॥

saṁ trī pavitrā vitatānyeṣyanvekaṁ 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.

एष विश्ववित्पवते मनीषी सोमो विश्वस्य भुवनस्य राजा। द्रप्साँ ईरयन्विदथेष्विन्दुर्वि वारमव्यं समयाति याति॥

eṣa viśvavitpavate manīṣī somo viśvasya bhuvanasya rājā | drapsā īrayanvidatheṣvindurvi vāramavyaṁ 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.

इन्दुं रिहन्ति महिषा अदब्धाः पदे रेभन्ति कवयो न गृध्राः। हिन्वन्ति धीरा दशभिः क्षिपाभिः समञ्जते रूपमपां रसेन॥

induṁ rihanti mahiṣā adabdhāḥ pade rebhanti kavayo na gṛdhrāḥ | hinvanti dhīrā daśabhiḥ kṣipābhiḥ samañjate rūpamapāṁ 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.

त्वया वयं पवमानेन सोम भरे कृतं वि चिनुयाम शश्वत्। तन्नो मित्रो वरुणो मामहन्तामदितिः सिन्धुः पृथिवी उत द्यौः॥

tvayā vayaṁ pavamānena soma bhare kṛtaṁ vi cinuyāma śaśvat | tanno mitro varuṇo māmahantāmaditiḥ 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.