Rig Veda Mandal - 9 (Part - 9) HYMN 69 Soma Pavamana1 LAID like an arrow on the bow the hymn hath been loosed like a young calf to the udder of its dam. 2 The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in 3 He flows about the sheep-skin, longing for a bride: he looses Aditi's Daughters for the worshipper. 4 The Bull is bellowing; the Cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own restingplace. 5 The golden-hued, Immortal, newly bathed, puts on a brightly shining vesture that is never harmed. 6 Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, that cheer and send to sleep, together rush they forth, 7 As down the steep slope of a river to the vale, drawn from the Steer the swift strong draughts have found a way. 8 Pour out upon us wealth in goods, in gold, in steeds, in cattle and in corn, and great heroic strength. 9 These Pavamanas here, these drops of Soma, to Indra have sped forth like cars to booty. 10 O Indu, flow thou on for lofty Indra, flow blameless, very gracious, foe-destroyer.
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