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880
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Winner of gold and gear and cattle flow thou on, set as impregner, Indu! 'mid the worlds of life! Rich in brave men art thou, Soma, who winnest all: these holy singers wait upon thee with song.
881
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
O Soma, thou beholdest men from every side: O Pavamana, Steer, thou wanderest through these. Pour out upon us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength to live among the things that be!
882
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Thou passest to these worlds as sovran Lord thereof, O Indu, harnessing thy tawny well-winged mares. May they pour forth for thee milk and oil rich in sweets: O Soma, let the folk abide in thy decree!
883
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
The streams of Pavamana, thine, finder of all I have been effused, Even as Surya's rays of light.
884
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Making the light that shines from heaven thou flowest on to every form, Soma, thou swellest like a sea.
885
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Shown forth thou sendest out thy voice, O Pavamana, with a roar. Like Surya, God, as Law commands.
886
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Hitherward have the Somas streamed, the drops while they are purified: When blent, in waters they are raised.
887
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice: They come to Indra, being cleansed.
888
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
O Soma Pavamana, thou flowest as Indra's gladdener: The men have seized and lead thee forth.
889
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Thou, Indu, when, expressed by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art Ready for Indra's high decree.
890
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow delighting men, As the supporter of mankind!
891
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Flow on, best Vritra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds, pure, purifying, wonderful
892
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Pure, purifying, is he called, Soma effused and full of sweets, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.
893
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
The Sage hath robed him in the sheep's wool for the banquet of the Gods, Subduing all our enemies.
894
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold riches in the shape Of cattle to the worshippers.
895
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts: As such, O Soma, find us fame!
896
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Pour on us lofty glory, send sure riches to our liberal lords: Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
897
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
As thou art cleansed, O wondrous steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like A pious king, into the songs,
898
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made bright With hands, is resting in the press.
899
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest. Soma to the sieve, Lending the laud heroic strength.
900
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Pour on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment! And, Soma, all felicities!
901
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from, the juice, Seat thee on the dear sacred grass!
902
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
And, finding for us steeds and kine, O Soma, with thy juice flow on Through days that fly most rapidly!
903
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and slays the enemy, Thus, vanquisher of thousands! flow!
904
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Thou, Indu, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for help, Hast settled in the cleansing sieve.
905
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
So flow thou onward through the fleece, for Indra flow to be his drink, Seating thee in the shrine of Law!
906
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk, O Soma, for the Angirasas!
907
Book III, Chapter II, , Agni
Thy glories are, like lightnings from the rainy cloud, visible, Agni, like the comings of the Dawns, When, loosed to wander over plants and forest trees, thou crammest by thyself thy food into thy mouth.
908
Book III, Chapter II, , Agni
When, sped and urged by wind, thou spreadest thee abroad, soon piercing through thy food according to thy will, The hosts, who ne'er decayest, eager to consume, like men on chariots, Agni! strive on every side.
909
Book III, Chapter II, , Agni
Agni, the Hotar-priest who fills the assembly full, waker of wisdom, chief controller of the thought- Thee, yea, none other than thyself, doth man elect priest of the holy offering, great and small, alike.
910
Book III, Chapter II, , Mitra-Varuna
Even far and wide, O Varuna and Mitra, doth your help extend: May I obtain your kind good-will!
911
Book III, Chapter II, , Mitra-Varuna
True Gods, may we completely gain food and a dwelling place from you: Ye Mitras, may we be your own!
912
Book III, Chapter II, , Mitra-Varuna
Guard us, ye Mitras, with your guards, save us, ye skilled to save: may we Subdue the Dasyus by ourselves!
913
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
Arising in thy might, thy jaws thou shookest Indra, having drunk The Soma which the press had shed.
914
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
Indra, both world gave place to thee as thou wast fighting, when thou wast The slayer of the Dasyu hosts.
915
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
From Indra, have I measured out a song eight-footed with nine parts, Delicate, strengthening the Law.
916
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra-Agni
Indra and Agni, these our songs of praise have sounded forth to you: Ye who bring blessings! drink the juice
917
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra-Agni
Come, Indra, Agni, with those teams, desired of many, which ye have, O heroes, for the worshipper
918
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra-Agni
With those to his libation poured, ye heroes, Indra, Agni, come: Come ye to drink the Soma-juice!
919
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the reservoirs, Resting in wooden vats thy home!
920
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Let water winning Somas flow to Indra, Vayu, Varuna, To Vishnu and Marut host!
921
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Soma, bestowing food upon our progeny, from every side Pour on us riches thousandfold.
922
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Pressed out by pressers Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep, Goes even as with a mare in tawny-coloured stream, goes in a sweetly-sounding stream.
923
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Down to the water Soma, rich in kine, bath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked. They have approached the mixing-vessels as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse.
924
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
O Purifying Soma, bring to us the wondrous treasure, meet. For lauds, that is in earth and heaven!
925
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Cleansing the lives of men, thou, Steer, bellowing on the sacred grass, Gold-hued, hast settled in thy home.
926
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
For ye twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of heaven's light, Lords of the kine: Prosper, as mighty ones, our prayers
927
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
By men hath Indra been advanced, the Vritra-sIayer, to joy and strength. Him only we invoke for help in battles whether great or small be he our aid in deeds or might!
928
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
For, hero, thou art like a host, art giver of abundant spoil. Strengthening e'en the feeble, thou aidest the sacrificer, thou givest great wealth to him who pours.
929
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
When war and battles are on foot, booty is offered to the bold. Yoke thou thy wildly-rushing bays! Whom wilt thou slay, and whom enrich? Do thou, O Indra, make us rich!
930
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
The juice of Soma thus diffused, sweet to the taste, the bright cows drink, Who travelling in splendour close to mighty Indra's side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.
931
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
Craving his touch the dappled kine mingle the Soma with their milk. The milch-kine dear to Indra send forth his death dealing thunder-bolt, good in their own supremacy.
932
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
With veneration, passing wise, they honour his victorious might. They follow close his many laws to win them due preeminence, good in their own supremacy.
933
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams for rapturous joy. Hawk-like he settles in his home.
934
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Fair is the juice beloved of Gods, washed in the waters, pressed by men: The milch kine sweeten it with milk
935
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Then, like a steed, have they adorned the inciter for eternal life, The meath's juice at the festival.
936
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God, on the friend of Gods Unclose the cask of middle air
937
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Roll onward from the press, O mighty one, effused, as kings, supporter of the tribes Pour on us rain from heaven, send us the water's flow, urging our thoughts to win the spoil!
938
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of sacrifice, Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.
939
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
The place that is concealed hath gained a share of Trita's pressing-stones, By the seven laws of sacrifice, even that dear place.
940
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
He hath sent forth unto the heights the three, in stream, as Trita's wealth: He who is passing wise measures his pathways out.
941
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, to win us spoil and wealth, Soma exceeding rich in meath for Indra, Vishnu, and the Gods
942
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
The hymns that know not guile, caress thee, golden-coloured, in the sieve. As mothers, Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.
943
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth. Thou, of Pavamana, hast assumed thy coat of mail with majesty.
944
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting strength, for his carousal. He quells malignity and slays the demons, King of the homestead, he who gives us comfort.
945
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter-- Indu rejoicing in the love of Indra, the God who gladdens for the God's enjoyment.
946
Book III, Chapter II, , Soma Pavamana
He flows, as he is cleansed, to sacred duties, a God bedewing Gods with his own juices. Indu hath, clothed in powers that suit the season, on the raised fleece engaged the ten swift fingers.
947
Book III, Chapter II, , Agni
O Agni, God, we kindle thee, refulgent, wasting not away, That this more glorious fuel may send forth for thee its shine to heaven. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
948
Book III, Chapter II, , Agni
To thee the splendid, Lord of light! bright! wondrous! prince of men! is brought. Oblation with the holy verse, O Agni, bearer of our gifts! Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
949
Book III, Chapter II, , Agni
Thou heatest both the ladles in thy mouth, O brilliant prince of men! So fill us also in our hymns abundantly, thou Lord of Strength. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
950
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
Sing ye a psalm to Indra; sing a great song to the lofty Sage, To him who maketh prayer, inspired, who loveth laud.
951
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
Thou, Indra, art the conqueror: thou gavest splendour to the Sun. Maker of all things, thou art mighty and All-God.
952
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realm of -heaven. The Gods, O Indra, strove to win thy friendly love.
953
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
This Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra, bold one, mightiest, come! May Indra vigour fill thee full, as Surya fills mid-air with rays
954
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
Slayer of Vritra, mount thy car! The bay steeds have been yoked by prayer. May, with its voice, the pressing-stone draw thine attention hitherward!
955
Book III, Chapter II, , Indra
His pair of tawny coursers bring Indra, resistless in his might. Hither to Rishis' songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.