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THE SAMA VEDA<br />
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XX Soma Pavamana<br />
1. Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, for his carousal.<br />
He quells malignity and slays the demons, King of the homestead, he who gives us comfort.<br />
2. Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the<br />
fleecy filter--<br />
Indu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the God who gladdens for the God's enjoyment.<br />
3. He flows, as he is cleansed, to sacred duties, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices.<br />
Indu hath, clothed in powers that suit the season, on the raised fleece engaged the ten swift fingers.<br />
XXI Agni<br />
1. O Agni, God, we kindle thee, refulgent, wasting not away,<br />
That this more glorious fuel may send forth for thee its shine to heaven. Bring food to those who sing<br />
thy praise!<br />
2. To thee the splendid, Lord of light! bright! wondrous! prince of men! is brought.<br />
Oblation with the holy verse, O Agni, bearer of our gifts! Bring food to those who sing thy praise!<br />
3. Thou heatest both the ladles in thy mouth, O brilliant prince of men!<br />
So fill us also in our hymns abundantly, thou Lord of Strength. Bring food to those who sing thy<br />
praise!<br />
XXII Indra<br />
1. Sing ye a psalm to Indra; sing a great song to the lofty Sage,<br />
To him who maketh prayer, inspired, who loveth laud.<br />
2. Thou, Indra, art the conqueror: thou gavest splendour to the Sun.<br />
Maker of all things, thou art mighty and All-God.<br />
3. Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realm of -heaven.<br />
The Gods, O Indra, strove to win thy friendly love.<br />
XXIII Indra<br />
1. This Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra, bold one, mightiest, come!<br />
May Indra vigour fill thee full, as Surya fills mid-air with rays<br />
2. Slayer of Vritra, mount thy car! The bay steeds have been yoked by prayer.<br />
May, with its voice, the pressing-stone draw thine attention hitherward!<br />
3. His pair of tawny coursers bring Indra, resistless in his might.<br />
Hither to Rishis' songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.<br />
BOOK IV<br />
CHAPTER I<br />
I Soma Pavamana<br />
1. Light of the sacrifice, be pours delicious meathp most wealthy, father and begetter of the Gods.<br />
He, gladdening, best of cheerers, juice that Indra loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and<br />
heaven.<br />
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