Rig Veda

Mandal - 9 (Part - 9)

HYMN 16 Soma Pavamana

1

THE pressers from the Soma-press send forth thy juice for rapturous joy
The speckled sap runs like a flood.

2

With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine,
Enrobed in water with his juice.

3

Pour on the sieve the Soma, ne'er subdued in waters, waterless,
And make it pure for Indra's drink.

4

Moved by the purifier's thought, the Soma flows into the sieve:
By wisdom it hath gained its home.

5

With humble homage, Indra, have the Soma-drops flowed forth to thee,
Contending for the glorious prize.

6

Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, he
Stands, hero-like, amid the kine.

7

Swelling, as 'twere, to heights of heaven, the stream of the creative juice
Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve.

8

Thus, Soma, purifying himwho knoweth song mid living men,
Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.

 

 

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