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अभी नवन्ते अद्रुहः प्रियमिन्द्रस्य काम्यम्। वत्सं न पूर्व आयुनि जातं रिहन्ति मातरः॥

abhī navante adruhaḥ priyamindrasya kāmyam | vatsaṁ na pūrva āyuni jātaṁ rihanti mātaraḥ ||

THE Guileless Ones are singing praise to Indra's well beloved Friend, As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.

पुनान इन्दवा भर सोम द्विबर्हसं रयिम्। त्वं वसूनि पुष्यसि विश्वानि दाशुषो गृहे॥

punāna indavā bhara soma dvibarhasaṁ rayim | tvaṁ vasūni puṣyasi viśvāni dāśuṣo gṛhe ||

O Indu, while they cleanse thee bring, O Soma, doubly-waxing wealth Thou in the worshipper's abode causest all treasures to increase.

त्वं धियं मनोयुजं सृजा वृष्टिं न तन्यतुः। त्वं वसूनि पार्थिवा दिव्या च सोम पुष्यसि॥

tvaṁ dhiyaṁ manoyujaṁ sṛjā vṛṣṭiṁ na tanyatuḥ | tvaṁ vasūni pārthivā divyā ca soma puṣyasi ||

Set free the. song which mind hath yoked, even as thunder frees the rain: All treasures of the earth and heaven, O Soma, thou dost multiply.

परि ते जिग्युषो यथा धारा सुतस्य धावति। रंहमाणा व्यव्ययं वारं वाजीव सानसिः॥

pari te jigyuṣo yathā dhārā sutasya dhāvati | raṁhamāṇā vyavyayaṁ vāraṁ vājīva sānasiḥ ||

Thy stream when thou art pressed runs on like some victorious warrior's steed Hastening onward through the fleece like a fierce horse who wins the prize.

क्रत्वे दक्षाय नः कवे पवस्व सोम धारया। इन्द्राय पातवे सुतो मित्राय वरुणाय च॥

kratve dakṣāya naḥ kave pavasva soma dhārayā | indrāya pātave suto mitrāya varuṇāya ca ||

Flow on, Sage Soma, with thy stream to give us mental power and strength, Effused for Indra, for his drink, for Mitra and for Varuna.

पवस्व वाजसातमः पवित्रे धारया सुतः। इन्द्राय सोम विष्णवे देवेभ्यो मधुमत्तमः॥

pavasva vājasātamaḥ pavitre dhārayā sutaḥ | indrāya soma viṣṇave devebhyo madhumattamaḥ ||

Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, best winner, thou, of spoil, O Soma, as most rich in sweets for Indra, Visnu, and the Gods.

त्वां रिहन्ति मातरो हरिं पवित्रे अद्रुहः। वत्सं जातं न धेनवः पवमान विधर्मणि॥

tvāṁ rihanti mātaro hariṁ pavitre adruhaḥ | vatsaṁ jātaṁ na dhenavaḥ pavamāna vidharmaṇi ||

The mothers, void of guiles, caress thee Golden-coloured, in the sieve, As cows, O Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.

पवमान महि श्रवश्चित्रेभिर्यासि रश्मिभिः। शर्धन्तमांसि जिघ्नसे विश्वानि दाशुषो गृहे॥

pavamāna mahi śravaścitrebhiryāsi raśmibhiḥ | śardhantamāṁsi jighnase viśvāni dāśuṣo gṛhe ||

Thou, Pavamana, movest on with wondrous rays to great renown. Striving within the votary's house thou drivest all the glooms away.

त्वं द्यां च महिव्रत पृथिवीं चाति जभ्रिषे। प्रति द्रापिममुञ्चथाः पवमान महित्वना॥

tvaṁ dyāṁ ca mahivrata pṛthivīṁ cāti jabhriṣe | prati drāpimamuñcathāḥ pavamāna mahitvanā ||

Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth. Thou, Pavamana hast assumed thy coat of mail in majesty.