Rig Veda Mandal - 9 (Part - 9) HYMN 67 Soma and Others1 THOU, Soma, hast a running stream, joyous, most strong at sacrifice: 2 Effused as cheerer of the men, flowing best gladdener, thou art 3 Poured forth by pressing-stones, do thou with loud roar send us in a stream 4 Indu, urged forward, floweth through the fleecy cloth: the Tawny One 5 Indu, thou flowest through the fleece, bringing felicities and fame, 6 Hither, O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds and cattle hundredfold: 7 In purifying, through the sieve the rapid drops of'Soma juice 8 For Indra floweth excellent Indu, the noblest Soma juice 9 The glittering maids send Sura forth they with their song have sung aloud 10 May Pusan, drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths 11 This Soma flows like gladdening oil for him who wears the braided locks: 12 This Soma juice, O glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for thee: 13 Flow onward, Soma, in thy stream, begetter of the sages' speech: 14 The Falcon dips within the jars: he wrap.him in his robe and goes 15 Soma, thy juice hath been effused and poured into the pitcher: like 16 For Indra flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight. 17 They were sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots that display their strength. 18 Brilliant, best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vayu forth. 19 Bruised by the press-stones and extolled, Soma, thou goest to the sieve, 20 This juice bruised by the pressing-stones and lauded passes through the sieve, 21 O Pavamana, drive away the danger, whether near at hand 22 This day may Pavamana cleanse us with his purifying power, 23 O Agni, with the cleansing light diffused through all thy fiery glow, 24 Cleanse us with thine own cleansing power, O Agni, that is bright with flame, 25 Savitar, God, by both of these, libation, purifying power, 26 Cleanse us, God Savitar, with Three, O Soma, with sublimest forms, 27 May the Gods' company make me clean, and Vasus make rue pure by song. 28 Fill thyself full of juice, flow forth, O Soma, thou with all thy stalks, 29 We with our homage have approached the Friend who seeks our wondering praise, 30 Lost is Alayya's axe. O Soma, God do thou send it back hither in thy flow 31 The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns, 32 Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,
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