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पर्यू षु प्र धन्व वाजसातये परि वृत्राणि सक्षणिः। द्विषस्तरध्या ऋणया न ईयसे॥

paryū ṣu pra dhanva vājasātaye pari vṛtrāṇi sakṣaṇiḥ | dviṣastaradhyā ṛṇayā na īyase ||

O'ERPOWERING Vrtras, forward run to win great strength: Thou speedest to subdue like one exacting debts.

अनु हि त्वा सुतं सोम मदामसि महे समर्यराज्ये। वाजाँ अभि पवमान प्र गाहसे॥

anu hi tvā sutaṁ soma madāmasi mahe samaryarājye | vājā abhi pavamāna pra gāhase ||

In thee, effused, O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight. Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds,

अजीजनो हि पवमान सूर्यं विधारे शक्मना पयः। गोजीरया रंहमाणः पुरंध्या॥

ajījano hi pavamāna sūryaṁ vidhāre śakmanā payaḥ | gojīrayā raṁhamāṇaḥ puraṁdhyā ||

O Pavamana, thou didst generate the Sun, and spread the moisture out with power, Hasting to us with plenty vivified with milk.

अजीजनो अमृत मर्त्येष्वाँ ऋतस्य धर्मन्नमृतस्य चारुणः। सदासरो वाजमच्छा सनिष्यदत्॥

ajījano amṛta martyeṣvā ṛtasya dharmannamṛtasya cāruṇaḥ | sadāsaro vājamacchā saniṣyadat ||

Thou didst produce him, Deathless God mid mortal men for maintenance of Law and lovely Amrta: Thou evermore hast moved making strength flow to us.

अभ्यभि हि श्रवसा ततर्दिथोत्सं न कं चिज्जनपानमक्षितम्। शर्याभिर्न भरमाणो गभस्त्योः॥

abhyabhi hi śravasā tatardithotsaṁ na kaṁ cijjanapānamakṣitam | śaryābhirna bharamāṇo gabhastyoḥ ||

All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as 'twere a never-failing well for men to drink, Borne on thy way in fragments from the presser's arms.

आदीं के चित्पश्यमानास आप्यं वसुरुचो दिव्या अभ्यनूषत। वारं न देवः सविता व्यूर्णुते॥

ādīṁ ke citpaśyamānāsa āpyaṁ vasuruco divyā abhyanūṣata | vāraṁ na devaḥ savitā vyūrṇute ||

Then, beautifully radiant, certain Heavenly Ones, have sung to him their kinship as they looked thereon, And Savitar the God opens as 'twere a stall.

त्वे सोम प्रथमा वृक्तबर्हिषो महे वाजाय श्रवसे धियं दधुः। स त्वं नो वीर वीर्याय चोदय॥

tve soma prathamā vṛktabarhiṣo mahe vājāya śravase dhiyaṁ dadhuḥ | sa tvaṁ no vīra vīryāya codaya ||

Soma, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to thee for mighty strength and for renown: So, Hero, urge us onward to heroic power.

दिवः पीयूषं पूर्व्यं यदुक्थ्यं महो गाहाद्दिव आ निरधुक्षत। इन्द्रमभि जायमानं समस्वरन्॥

divaḥ pīyūṣaṁ pūrvyaṁ yadukthyaṁ maho gāhāddiva ā niradhukṣata | indramabhi jāyamānaṁ samasvaran ||

They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud: They lifted up their voice to Indra athis birth.

अध यदिमे पवमान रोदसी इमा च विश्वा भुवनाभि मज्मना। यूथे न निष्ठा वृषभो वि तिष्ठसे॥

adha yadime pavamāna rodasī imā ca viśvā bhuvanābhi majmanā | yūthe na niṣṭhā vṛṣabho vi tiṣṭhase ||

As long as thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and all existence in thy might, Thou standest like a Bull the chief amid the herd.

सोमः पुनानो अव्यये वारे शिशुर्न क्रीळन्पवमानो अक्षाः। सहस्रधारः शतवाज इन्दुः॥

somaḥ punāno avyaye vāre śiśurna krīḻanpavamāno akṣāḥ | sahasradhāraḥ śatavāja induḥ ||

In the sheep's wool hath Soma Pavamana flowed, while they cleanse him, like a playful infant, Indu with hundred powers and hundred currents.

एष पुनानो मधुमाँ ऋतावेन्द्रायेन्दुः पवते स्वादुरूर्मिः। वाजसनिर्वरिवोविद्वयोधाः॥

eṣa punāno madhumā ṛtāvendrāyenduḥ pavate svādurūrmiḥ | vājasanirvarivovidvayodhāḥ ||

Holy and sweet, while purified, this Indu flows on, a wave of pleasant taste, to Indra,- Strength-winner, Treasure-finder, Life. bestower.

स पवस्व सहमानः पृतन्यून्सेधन्रक्षांस्यप दुर्गहाणि। स्वायुधः सासह्वान्सोम शत्रून्॥

sa pavasva sahamānaḥ pṛtanyūnsedhanrakṣāṁsyapa durgahāṇi | svāyudhaḥ sāsahvānsoma śatrūn ||

So flow thou on, subduing our assailants, chasing the demons hard to beencountered, Well-armed and conquering our foes, O Soma.