Rig Veda

RIG VEDA – BOOK NINE
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2 To him the tones of sacred song have sounded, Steer of the
triple height, the Life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood as Varuna in rivers, lavishing treasure he
distributes blessings
3 Great Conqueror, warnor-girt, Lord of all heroes, flow on thy
way as he who winneth riches;
With sharpened. arms, with swift bow, never vanquished in
battle, vanquishing in fight the foemen.
4 Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both earth
and heaven with all their fulness.
Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call
to us abundant vigour.
5 O Soma, gladden Varuna and Mitra; cheer, Indu Pavamana!
Indra, Visnu.
Cheer thou the Gods, the Company of Maruts: Indu, cheer
mighty Indra to rejoicing.
6 Thus like a wise and potent King flow onward, destroying
with thy vigour all misfortunes.
For our well-spoken hymn give life, O Indu. Do ye preserve us
evermore with blessings.
HYMN XCI. Soma Pavamana.
1. As for a chariot-race, the skilful Speaker, Chief, Sage,
Inventor, hath, with song, been started.
The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit drive on the Car-horse
to the resting places.
2 The drop of Soma, pressed by wise Nahusyas, becomes the
banquet of the Heavenly People-
Indu, by hands of mortal men made beauteous, immortal, with
the sheep and cows and waters.
3 Steer roaring unto Steer, this Pavamana, this juice runs to the
white milk of the milch-cow.
Through thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer, like Sura
by his fair and open pathways.
4 Break down the, strong seats even of the demons: cleansing
thee, Indu, robd thyself in vigour.
Rend with thy swift bolt, coming from above them, those who
are near and those who yet are distant.
5 Prepare the forward paths in ancient manner for the new
bymn, thou Giver of all bounties.
Those which are high and hard for foes to conquer may we
gain from thee, Active! Food-bestower!
6 So purifying thee vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and
cows, offipring and many children.
Give us health, ample land, and lights, O Soma, and grant us
long to look upon the sunshine.
HYMN XCII. Soma Pavamana.
1. THE gold-hued juice, poured out upon the filter, is started
like a car sent forth to conquer.
He hath gained song and vigour while they cleansed him, and
hath rejoiced the Gods with entertainments.
2 He who beholdeth man hath reached the filter: bearing his
name, the Sage hath sought his dwelling.
The Rsis came to him, seven holy singers, when in the bowls
he settled as Invoker.
3 Shared by all Gods, mobt wise, propitious, Soma goes, while
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they cleanse him, to his constant station.
Let him rejoice in all his lofty wisdom to the Five Tribes the
Sage attains with labour.
4 In thy mysterious place, O Pavamana Soma, are all the Gods,
the Thrice-Eleven.
Ten on the fleecy height, themselves, self-prompted, and seven
fresh rivers, brighten and adorn thee.
5 Now let this be the truth of Pavamana, there where all
singers gather them together,
That he hath given us room and made the daylight, hath holpen
Manu and repelled the Dasyu.
6 As the priest seeks the station rich in cattle, like a true King
who goes to great assemblies,
Soma hath sought the beakers while they cleansed him, and
like a wild bull, in the wood hath settled.
HYMN XCIII. Soma Pavamana.
1. TEN sisters, pouring out the rain together, swift-moving
thinkers of the sage, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya and reached the
vat like a fleet vigorous courser.
2 Even as a youngling crying to his mothers, the bounteous
Steer hath flowed along to waters.
As youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens on to the. chose
meeting-place, the beaker.
3 Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow: thither in
streams goes very sapient Indu.
The kine make ready, as with new-washed treasures, the Head
and Chief with milk within the vessels.
4 With all the Gods, O Indu Pavamana, while thou art roaring
send us wealth in horses.
Hither upon her car come willing Plenty, inclined to us, to give
us of her treasures.
5 Now unto us mete riches, while they cleansethee, allglorious,
swelling wealth, with store of heroes.
Long be his life who worships, thee, O Indu. May he, enriched
with prayer, come soon and early.
HYMN XCIV. Soma Pavamana.
1. WHEN beauties strive for him as for a charger, then strive
the songs like soldiers for the sunlight.
Acting the Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and song as 'twere
a stall that kine may prosper.
2 The worlds expand to hirn who from aforetime found light to
spread the law of life eternal.
The swelling songs, like kine within the stable, in deep
devotion call aloud on Indu.
3 When the sage bears his holy wisdom round him, like a car
visiting all worlds, the Hero,
Becoming fame, mid Gods, unto the mortal, wealth to the
skilled, worth praise mid the Ever-present,
4 For glory born be hath come forth to glory: he giveth life and
glory to the singers.
They, clothed in glory, have become immortal. He, measured
in his course, makes frays successful.
5 Stream to us food and vigour, kine and horses: give us broad
lights and fill thGods with rapture.