Rig Veda

Mandal - 9 (Part - 9)

HYMN 13 Soma Pavamana

1

PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on
To Indra's, Viyu's special place.

2

Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,
Effused to entertain the Gods.

3

The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory,
Hymned to become the feast of Gods.

4

Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil
Indu, bring splendid manly might.

5

May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,-
These Godlike Soma-drops effused.

6

Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory,
Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.

7

Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves:
They have run forth from both the hands.

8

As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar
Drive all our enemies away.

9

O Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,
Sit in the place of sacrifice.

 

 

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