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THE SAMA VEDA<br />
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XVIII Indra<br />
1. We sing this strong and wild delight of thine which conquers in the fray,<br />
Which, Caster of the Stone! gives room and shines like gold.<br />
2. Wherewith thou foundest shining lights for Ayu and for Manu's sake:<br />
Now joying in this sacred grass thou bearnest forth.<br />
3. This day too singers of the hymn praise, as of old, this might of thine:<br />
Win thou the waters every day, thralls of the strong!<br />
XIX Indra<br />
1. O Indra, hear Tirschi's call, the call of him who serveth thee.<br />
Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valient offspring! Great art thou.<br />
2. For he, O Indra, hath produced for thee the newest gladdening song,<br />
A hymn that springs from careful drop thought, ancient and full of sacred truth.<br />
3. That Indra will we laud whom songs and hymns of praise have magnified.<br />
Striving to win, we celebrate his many deeds of hero might.<br />
BOOK III<br />
CHAPTER I<br />
I Soma Pavamana<br />
1. Fleet as swift steeds thy cows celestial have been poured, O Pavamana, with the milk into the vat.<br />
Sages who make thee bright, O friend whom Rishis love, have shed continuous streams from out the<br />
realm of air.<br />
2. The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven his ensigns who is ever stedfast, travel round.<br />
When on the sieve the golden-hued is cleansed he rests within the jars as one who seats him in his<br />
place.<br />
3. O thou who seest all things, sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass every form.<br />
Pervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's Lord, O Soma, thou art<br />
King.<br />
II Soma Pavamana<br />
1. From heaven hath Pavamana, made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and<br />
The lofty light of all mankind.<br />
2. The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, O Pavamana, King!<br />
Flows o'cr the woollen straining-cloth.<br />
3. Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad fixe splendid skill,<br />
Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.<br />
III Soma Pavamana<br />
1. Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed, like bulls,<br />
Driving the black skin far away.<br />
2. May we attain the bridge of bliss, leaving the bridge of woe behind:<br />
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