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THE SAMA VEDA<br />
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XVIII Soma Pavamana<br />
1. Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,<br />
Roaring, while purified, before the voice of song.<br />
2. With prayers they cleanse the mighty steed, sporting in wood, above the fleece:<br />
Our hymns, intoned, have praised him of the triple height.<br />
3. He hath been hastened to the jars, bountiful, like an eager horse,<br />
And, lifting up his voice, while filtered, glided on.<br />
XIX Soma Pavamana<br />
1. Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward, the father of the earth, father of heaven.<br />
Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the father who begat Indra and Vishnu.<br />
2. Brahman of Gods, the leader of the poets, Rishi of sages, chief of savage creatures,<br />
Falcon amid the vultures, axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve goes Soma singing.<br />
3. He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises<br />
Beholding these inferior powers, the hero, well knowing, takes his stand among the cattle.<br />
XX Agni<br />
I. Hither, for powerful kinship, I call Agni, him who prospers you,<br />
Most frequent at our solemn rites.<br />
2. That through this famed one's power he may stand by us, even as Tvasbtar comes<br />
Unto the forms that must be shaped.<br />
3. This Agni is the Lord supreme above all glories' mid the Gods:<br />
May he come nigh to us with strength.<br />
XXI Indra<br />
1. This poured libation, Indra drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent!<br />
Streams of the bright have flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.<br />
2. When, Indra, thou dost guide thy bays, there is no better charioteer:<br />
None hath surpassed thee in thy might, none with good steeds o'ertaken thee.<br />
3. Sing glory now to Indra, say to him your solemn eulogies!<br />
The drops poured forth have made him glad: pay reverence to his noblest might!<br />
XII Indra<br />
1. Indra, be pleased: drive forward, hero, striker of thy bays!<br />
Fair, like a sage, delighting in the meath, drink of the juice for rapturous joy.<br />
2. O Indra, fill thy belly anew with meath that seems to flow from heaven.<br />
The sweet-voiced raptures of this juice have come, as 'twere to heaven. to thee.<br />
3. Indra, victorious, Mitra-like, smote, like a Yati, Vritra dead.<br />
As Bhrigu quelled his foes, he cleft Vala in Soma's rapturous joy.<br />
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