Rig Veda Mandal - 9 (Part - 9) HYMN 96 Soma Pavamana1 IN forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host rejoices. 2 Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage. 3 O God, for service of the Gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's drink, O Soma. 4 Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection. 5 Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven: 6 Brahman of Gods, the Leader of the poets, Rsi of sages, Bull of savage creatures, 7 He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises. 8 As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and
vigour. 9 Dear, grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to delight him. 10 Born in old time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in waters, 11 For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties. 12 As thou didst flow for Manu Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in oblations, 13 Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit. 14 Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the Gods' banquet, Pour the rain of
heaven, 15 Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger, 16 Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name thou
bearest. 17 They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop adorn the Car-horse. 18 Light-winner, Rsi-mindcd, Rsi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages, 19 Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons, 20 Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches, 21 Flow on with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter. 22 His streams have been effused in all their fulness, and he hath entered, balmed with milk, the
goblets. 23 Chasing our foes thou comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his darling. 24 With full stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse thee.
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