Sama Veda

THE SAMA VEDA
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6. The guileless ones are singing praise to Indra's well-beloved friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.
7. They for the bold and lovely one ply manly vigour like a bow;
Bright, glad, in front of songs they spread to form a vesture for the Lord.
8. Him with ths fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities.
9. Let him, as mortal, crave this speech, for him who presses, of the juice,
As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away!
DECADE II Soma Pavamana
1. Graciously-minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er which the youthful one grows
great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now the mighty Surya's car which moves to every side.
2. Spontaneous let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed out and tawny-coloured, mightily, to the
Gods!
Still let our enemies, the godless, be in want, though filled with food; and let our prayers obtain
success!
3. Most beauteous of the beauteous, Indra's thunderbolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in
the vat.
Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him, and milch-kine, lowing, with their
milk.
4. Indu hath started forth for Indra's settled place, and slights not, as a friend, the promise of his
friend.
Soma comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a course of hundred
paths.
5. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens; the strength of Gods, whom men must hail with
shouts of joy.
Thou, gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, art lightly showing forth thy splendour in the
streams.
6. Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer of days, of mornings, and of
heaven.
Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into the jars, and with the help of sages entered Indra's heart.
7. The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine
milky draught.
Four other beauteous creatures hath he made for his adornment when he waxed in strength through
holy rites.
8. Flow on to indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together with the fiend!
Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice: here be thy flowing drops laden with
opulence!
9. Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the wondrous one hath bellowed to
the kine.
While purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee hawk-like on the place that drops
with oil.
10. The drops of Soma juice, like cows who yield their milk, have flowed forth, rich in meath, unto
the diety,
And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the
address stream.
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