I. , HENCE sprinkle forth the juice effused, . Soma, the best of sacred gifts, Who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams. He hath pressed Soma out with stones.
2 Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece inviolate and most odorous. We ladden thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still with juice and milk.
3 Pressed out for all to see, delighting Gods, Indu, Far-sighted One, is mental power. 4 Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe:
5 Milking the heavenly udder for dear meath, he hath sat in the ancient gatheringplace. Washed by the men, the Strong Farseeing One streams forth nutriti us food that all desire.
6 O Soma, while they cleanse thee, dear and watchful in the sheep's long wool, Thou hast become a Singer most like Aṅgiras: thou madest Sūrya mount to heaven.
7 Bountiful, best of furtherers, Soma floweth on, Ṛṣi and Singer, keen of sight. Thou hast become a Sage most welcome to the Gods: thou madest Sūrya mount to heaven.
9 Down to the water-Soma, rich in kine hath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked. They have approached the mixing-vessel as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse.
10 Effused by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of the sheep, Thou, entering the saucers as a man the fort, gold-hued hast settled in the wood.
sá māmr̥je tiró áṇvāni meṣíyo mīḷhé sáptir ná vājayúḥ | anumā́dyaḥ pávamāno manīṣíbhiḥ sómo víprebhir ŕ̥kvabhiḥ ||
11 He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine wool, like an impetuous steed in war, Even Soma Pavamana who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards.
prá soma devávītaye síndhur ná pipye árṇasā | aṃśóḥ páyasā madiró ná jā́gr̥vir áchā kóśam madhuścútam ||
12 O Soma, —for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with surge, With the stalk's juice, exhilarating, resting not, into the vat that drops with meath.
13 Like a dear son who must be decked, the Lovely One hath clad him in a shining robe. Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their bands.
15 May Pavamana, King and God, speed with his wave over the sea the lofty rite: May he by Mitra's and by Varuṇa's decree flow furthering the lofty rite.
18 Purified in the bowl and gendering the hymn, wise Soma joys among the Gods. Robed in the flood, the Mighty One hath clad himself with milk and settled in the vats.
20 Close to thy bosom am I, Soma, day and night. O Tawny-hued, for friendship sake. Sūrya himself refulgent with his glow have we o’ertaken in his course like birds.
22 Making thee pure and bright in the sheep's long wool, thou hast bellowed, steerlike, in the wood. Thou flowest, Soma Pavamana, balmed with milk unto the special place of Gods.
23 Flow on to win us strength, flow on to lofty lore of every kind. Thou, Soma, as Exhilarator wast the first to spread the sea abroad for Gods.
sá tū́ pavasva pári pā́rthivaṃ rájo divyā́ ca soma dhármabhiḥ | tuvā́ṃ víprāso matíbhir vicakṣaṇa śubhráṃ hinvanti dhītíbhiḥ ||
24 Flow to the realm of earth, flow to the realm of heaven, O Soma, in thy righteous ways. Fair art thou whom the sages, O Far-seeing One, urge onward with their songs and hymns.
25 Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream, Girt by the Maruts, gladdening, Steeds with Indra's stiength, for wisdom and for dainty food.
26 Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, Indu is speeding to the vat. He gendering light, hath made the glad Cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.
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Maṇḍala I