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Rigveda 9:1-25

From the Hymns of the Rigveda, based on Ralph Griffith's translation of 1889, re-edited somewhat by Tormod Kinnes.

Book 9 contains 114 hymns

1 - Soma Pavamana

In sweetest and most gladdening stream

flow pure, Soma, on your way,

Pressed out for Indra, for his drink. [1]

Fiend-queller, friend of all men, he has with the wood attained to

His place, his iron-fashioned home. [2]

Be you best Vritra-slayer, best granter of bliss, most liberal:

Promote our wealthy princes' gifts. [3]

Flow onward with your juice to the banquet of the Mighty gods:

Flow bither for our strength and fame. [4]

Indu, we draw nigh to you, with this one object day by day:

To you alone our prayers are said [5]

By means of this eternal fleece may Surya's Daughter purify

Your Soma that is foaming forth. [6]

Ten sister maids of slender form seize him within the press and hold

Him firmly on the final day. [7]

The virgins send him forth: they blow the the skin musician-like and fuse

The triple foe-repelling meath. [8]

Inviolable milch-kine round about him blend for Indra's drink,

The fresh young Soma with their milk. [9]

In the wild raptures of this draught, Indra slays all the Vritras: he,

The hero, pours his wealth on us.

2 - Soma Pavamana

Soma, flow on, inviting gods, speed to the purifying cloth:

Pass intIndra, as a Bull. [1]

As mighty food speed hereward, Indu, as a most splendid Steer:

Sit in your place as one with strength. [2]

The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice

ne Sage drew waters to himself. [3]

The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany you Mighty One,

When you will clothe you with the milk. [4]

The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our friend, heaven's prop and stay,

Falls on the purifying cloth. [5]

The tawny Bull has bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold:

He shines together with the Sun. [6]

Songs, Indu, active in their might are beautified for you, wherewith

You deckest you for our delight. [7]

To you who give ample room we pray, to win the joyous draught:

Great are the praise& due to you. [8]

Indu as, Indra's friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like

Parjanya sender of the rain. [9]

Winner of kine, Indu, are you, winner of heroes, steeds, and strength

Primeval Soul of sacrifice.

3 - Soma Pavamana

HERE present this immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings,

To settle in the vats of wood. [1]

This God, made ready with the hymn, runs swiftly through the winding ways,

Inviolable as he flows. [2]

This God while flowing is adorned, like a bay steed for war, by men

Devout and skilled in holy songs. [3]

He, like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along

Is fain to win all precious boons. [4]

This God, as he is flowing on, speeds like a car and gives his gifts:

He lets his voice be heard of all [5]

Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and bestows

Rich gifts upon the worshipper. [6]

Away he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven,

And roars as he is flowing on. [7]

While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he has gone up to heaven across

The regions, irresistible. [8]

After the 'way of ancient time, this God, pressed out for deities,

Flows tawny to the straining-cloth. [9]

This Lord of many Holy Laws, even at his birth engendering strength,

Effused, flows onward in a stream.

4 - Soma Pavamana

Soma flowing on your way, win you and conquer high renown;

And make us better than we are. [1]

Win you the light, win heavenly light, and, Soma, all felicities;

And make us better than we are. [2]

Win skilful strength and mental power. Soma, drive away our foes;

And make us better than we are. [3]

You purifiers, purify Soma for Indra, for his drink:

Make us better than we are. [4]

Give us our portion in the Sun through your own mental power and aids;

And make us better than we are. [5]

Through your own mental power and aid long may we look upon the Sun;

Make us better than we are. [6]

Well-weaponed Soma, pour to usa stream of riches doubly great;

And make us better than we are. [7]

As one victorious unsubdued in battle pour forth wealth to us;

And make us better than we are. [8]

By worship, Pavamana! men have strengthened you to prop the Law:

Make us better than we are. [9]

Indu, bring us wealth in steeds, manifold. quickening all life;

And mate us better than we are.

5 - Apris

ENKINDLED, Pavamana, Lord, sends forth his light on, every side

In friendly show, the bellowing Bull. [1]

He, Pavamana, Self-produced, speeds onward sharpening his horns:

He glitters through the firmament. [2]

Brilliant like wealth, adorable, with splendour Pavamana shines,

Mightily with the streams of meath. [3]

The tawny Pavamana, who strews from of old the grass with might,

Is worshipped, God amid the gods. [4]

The golden, the Celestial Doors are lifted with their frames on high,

By Pavamana glorified. [5]

With passion Pavamana longs for the great lofty pair, well-formed

Like beauteous maidens, Night and Dawn [6]

Both gods who look on men I call, Celestial Heralds: Indra's Self

Is Pavamana, yea, the Bull. [7]

This, Pavamana's sacrifice, shall the three beauteous Goddesses,

Sarasvati and Bharati and Ila, Mighty One, attend. [8]

1 summon Tvastar here, our protector, champion, earliest-born,

Indu is Indra, tawny Steer; Pavamana is Prajapati. [9]

Pavamana, with the meath in streams anoint Vanaspati,

The ever-green. the golden-hued, refulgent, with a thousand boughs. [10]

Come to the consecrating rite of Pavamana, all you gods,

Vayu, Surya, Brihaspati, Indra, and Agni, in accord.

6 - Soma Pavamana

SOMA, flow on with pleasant stream, a Bull devoted to the gods,

Our friend, to the woollen sieve. [1]

Pour hereward, as Indra's Self, Indu, that gladdening stream of yours,

And send us coursers full of strength. [2]

Flow to the filter hereward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice,

Streaming forth power and high renown. [3]

Here the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent

They have reached Indra purified. [4]

Whom, having passed the filter, ten dames cleanse, as it were a vigorous steed,

While he disports him in the wood,- [5]

The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth, for feast and service of the gods,

To him who bears away the draught. [6]

. Effused, the god flows onward with his stream tIndra, to the god,

So that his milk may strengthen him. [7]

Soul of the sacrifice, the juice effused flows quickly on: he keeps

His ancient wisdom of a Sage. [8]

So pouring forth, as Indra's friend, strong drink, best Gladdener! for the feast,

You, even in secret, store hymns.

7 - Soma Pavamana

FORTH on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of Law,

Knowing this sacrifice's course. [1]

Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of meath, most excellent,

Oblation best of all in worth. [2]

About the holy place, the Steer true, guileless, noblest, has sent forth

Continuous voices in the wood. [3]

When, clothed in manly strength, the Sage flows in celestial wisdom round,

The Strong would win the light of heaven. [4]

When purified, he sits as King above the hosts, among his folk,

What time the sages bring him nigh. [5]

Dear, golden-coloured, in the fleece he sinks and settles in the wood:

The Singer shows his zeal in hymns. [6]

He goes tIndra, Vayu, to the Asvins, as his custom is,

With gladdening juice which gives them joy. [7]

Tle streams of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra-Varuna,

Well-knowing through his mighty powers.

Heaven and Earth, riches of meath to win us wealth:

Gain for us treasures and renown.

8 - Soma Pavamana

OBEYING Indra's dear desire these soma juices have flowed forth,

Increasing his heroic might. [1]

Laid in the bowl, pure-flowing on to Vayu and the Asvins, may

These give us great heroic strength. [2]

Soma, as you are purified, incite to bounty Indra's heart,

To sit in place of sacrifice. [3]

The ten swift fingers deck you forth, seven ministers impel you on:

The sages have rejoiced in you. [4]

When through the filter you are poured, we clothe you with a robe of milk

To be a gladdening draught for gods. [5]

When purified within the jars, Soma, brightred and golden-hued,

Has clothed him with a robe of milk. [6]

Flow on to us and make us rich. Drive all our enemies away.

Indu, flow into your friend.

Send down the rain from heaven, a stream of opulence from earth. Give us,

Soma, victory in war. [8]

May we obtain you, Indra's drink, who viewest men and findest light,

Gain you, and progeny and food.

9 - Soma Pavamana

THE Sage of Heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both hands and pressed,

Sends us delightful powers of life. [1]

On, onward to a glorious home; dear to the people void of guile,

With excellent enjoyment, flow. [2]

He, the bright Son, when born illumed his Parents who had sprung to life,

Great Son great Strengtheners of Law. [3]

Urged by the seven devotions he has stirred the guileless rivers which

Have magnified the Single Eye. [4]

These helped to might theYouthful One, high over all, invincible,

Even Indu, Indra! in your law. [5]

The immortal courser, good to draw, looks down upon the Seven: the fount

Has satisfied the goddesses [6]

Aid us in holy rites, Man: Pavamana, drive away

Dark shades that must be met in fight. [7]

Make the paths ready for a hymn newer and newer evermore:

Make the lights shine as erst they shone. [8]

Give, Pavamana, high renown, give kine and steeds and hero sons:

Win for us wisdom, win the light.

10 - Soma Pavamana

LIKE cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for renown,

Have Soma-drops flowed forth for wealth. [1]

Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed,

Like joyful songs of singing-men. [2]

The somas deck themselves with milk, as Kings are graced with eulogies,

And, with seven priests, the sacrifice. [3]

Pressed for the gladdening draught, the drops flow forth abundantly with song,

The soma juices in a stream. [4]

Winning Vivasvan's glory and producing Morning's light, the Suns

Pass through the openings of the cloth. [5]

The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs,

Men, for the mighty to accept. [6]

Combined in close society sit the seven priests, the brother-hood,

Filling the station of the One. [7]

He gives us kinship with the gods, and with the Sun unites our eye:

The Sage's ofrspring has appeared. [8]

The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests

Have placed within the sacred cell.

11 - Soma Pavamana

SING forth tIndu, you men, to him who is purified,

Fain to pay worship to the gods. [1]

Together with your pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled milk,

Divine, devoted to the god. [2]

Bring, by your flowing, weal to kine, weal to the people, weal to steeds.

Weal, you King, to growing plants [3]

Sing a praise-song to Soma brown of hue, of independent might.

The Red, who reaches up to heaven. [4]

Purify Soma when effused with stones which bands move rapidly,

And pour the sweet milk in the meath. [5]

With humble homage draw you nigh; blend the libation with the curds:

TIndra offer Indu up. [6]

Soma, foe-que chief over men, doing the will of pour forth

Prosperity upon our kine. [7]

Heart-knower, Sovran of the heart, you are effused, Soma, that Indra may drink you and rejoice. [8]

Soma Pavamana, give us riches and heroic strength,

Indu! with. Indra for ally.

12 - Soma Pavamana

TIndra have the soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, been poured,

Shed in the seat of sacrifice. [1]

As mother kine low to their calves, tIndra have the sages called,

Called him to drink the soma juice. [2]

In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat,

Resting upon a wiId-cow's hide. [3]

Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point

Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool. [4]

In close embraces Indu holds Soma when

poured within the jars.

And on the. purifying sieve. [5]

Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air,

Shaking the vase that drops with meath. [6]

The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns,

Urging men's generations on. [7]

The Wise One, with the Sage's stream, the soma urged to speed, flows on

To the dear places of the sky. [8]

Pavamana, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea.

Indu, give us ready help.

13 - Soma Pavamana

PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the soma, purified, flows on

TIndra's, Viyu's special place. [1]

Sing forth, you men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,

Effused to entertain the gods. [2]

The soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory,

Hymned to become the feast of gods. [3]

Yea, as you flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil

Indu, bring splendid manly might. [4]

May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,

These godlike Soma-drops effused. [5]

Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory,

Swift through the woollen straining-cloth. [6]

Noisily flow the soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves:

They have run forth from both the hands. [7]

As Gladdener whom Indra loves, Pavamana, with a roar

Drive all our enemies away. [8]

Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,

Sit in the place of sacrifice.

14 - Soma Pavamana

REPOSING on the river's wave the Sage has widely flowed around,

Bearing the hymn which many love. [1]

When the Five kindred Companies, active in duty, with the song

Establish him, the Powerful, [2]

Then in his juice whose strength is great, have all the gods rejoiced themselves,

When he has clothed him in the milk. [3]

Freeing himself he flows away, leaving his body's severed limbs,

And meets his own Companion here. [4]

He by the daughters of the priest, like a fair youth, has been adorned,

Making the milk, as it were, his robe. [5]

Over the fine fingers, through desire of milk, in winding course he goes,

And utters voice which he has found. [6]

The nimble fingers have approached, adorning him the Lord of Strength:

They grasp the vigorous courser's back. [7]

Comprising all the treasures that are in the heavens and on the earth,

Come, Soma, as our faithful friend.

15 - Soma Pavamana

THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this hero comes with rapid ears,

Going tIndra's special place. [1]

In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the gods.

Where the immortals have their seat. [2]

Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light

The mettled steeds exert their strength. [3]

He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd,

Doing with might heroic deeds. [4]

He moves, a vigorous steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,

Becoming Sovran of the streams. [5]

He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed.

Descends into the reservoirs. [6]

Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,

Him who brings forth abundant food. [7]

Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful,

Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.

16 - Soma Pavamana

THE pressers from the soma-press send forth your juice for rapturous joy

The speckled sap runs like a flood. [1]

With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine,

Enrobed in water with his juice. [2]

Pour on the sieve the soma, never subdued in waters, waterless,

And make it pure for Indra's drink. [3]

Moved by the purifier's thought, the soma flows into the sieve:

By wisdom it has gained its home. [4]

With humble homage, Indra, have the soma-drops flowed forth to you,

Contending for the glorious prize. [5]

Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, he

Stands, hero-like, amid the kine. [6]

Swelling, as it were, to heights of heaven, the stream of the creative juice

Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve. [7]

Thus, Soma, purifying himwho knows song mid living men,

You wanderest through the cloth of wool.

17 - Soma Pavamana

LIKE rivers down a steep descent, slaying the Vritras, full of zeal,

The rapid Soma-streams have flowed. [1]

The drops of soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth:

TIndra flow the soma-streams. [2]

With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the soma, flows into.the sieve,

Loving the gods and slaying fiends. [3]

It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong

At sacrifices through the lauds. [4]

Soma, you shinest mounting heaven as it were above light's triple realm,

And moving secm'st to speed the Sun. [5]

To him, the head of sacnfice, singers and bards have sung their songs,

Offering what he loves to see. [6]

The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck you strong &teed,

Deck you for service of the gods. [7]

Flow onward to the stream of meath rest efficacious in your home,

Fair, to be drunk at sacrifice.

18 - Soma Pavamana

YOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, have flowed into the sieve,:

All-bounteous are you in carouse. [1]

You are a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offipring of your sap:

All-bountcous are you in carouse. [2]

All deities of one accord have come that they may drink of you:

All-bounteous are you in carouse. [3]

He who contains in his hands all treasures much to be desired:

All-bounteous are you in carouse. [4]

Who milks out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine

All-bounteous are you in carouse. [5]

Who in a moment mightily flows around these two world-halvcs:

All-bounteous are you in carouse. [6]

The Strong One, being purified, has in the pitchers cried aloud:

All-bounteous are you in carouse.

19 - Soma Pavamana

SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet

For lauds, that is in earth and heaven. [1]

For you two, Indra, Soma, are lords of the light, lords of the kine:

Great Rulers, prosper you our songs. [2]

The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass,

Has sunk and settled in his home. [3]

Over the Steer's productive flow the sacred songs were resonant,

The mothers of the darling Son. [4]

Has he not, purified, impregned the kine whb long to meet their Lord,

The kine who yield the shining milk? [5]

Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies:

Pavamana, find us wealth. [6]

Soma, bring down the foeman's might, his vigorous strength and vital powe'r,

Whether he be afar or near.

20 - Soma Pavamana

FORTH through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the gods,

Subduing all our enemies. [1]

For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape

Of cattle to the singing-men. [2]

You graspest all things with your mind, and purifiest you with thoughts

As such, Soma, find us fame. [3]

Pour lofty glory on us, send sure riches to our liberal lords,

Bring food to those who sing your praise. [4]

As you are cleansed, Wondrous steed, Soma, you have entered, like

A pious King, into the songs. [5]

He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made clean

With hands, is resting in the jars. [6]

Disporting, like a liberal chief, you goest, Soma, to the sieve,

Lending the laud a hero's strength.

21 - Soma Pavamana

TIndra flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood.

Exhilarating, finding light; [1]

Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly

Bringing their praiser vitalforce. [2]

Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir,

And fall into the river's wave. [3]

These Pavamanas have obtained all blessings much to be desired,

Like coursers harnessed to a car. [4]

With view to us, Soma-drops, bestow his manifold desire

On him who yet has given us naught. [5]

Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his new-wrought wheel:

Flow pure and shining with the stream. [6]

These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course,

And roused the good man's hymn to life.

22 - Soma Pavamana

THESE rapid Soma-streams have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds,

Like cars, like armies hurried forth. [1]

Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rain-storms of Parjanya, like

The flickering flames of burning fire. [2]

These soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns,

Have gained by song their hearts'desire. [3]

immortal, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain

To reach the regions and their paths. [4]

Advancing they have travelled over the ridges of the earth and heaven,

And this the highest realm of all. [5]

Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out,

And this which must be deemed most high. [6]

You, Soma, boldest wealth in kine which you have seized from niggard churls:

You calledst forth the outspun thread.

23 - Soma Pavamana

SWIFT soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink,

For sacred lore of every kind. [1]

Here to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come.

They made the Sun that he might shine. [2]

Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth,

And give us food with progeny. [3]

The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink,

Turned to the vat which drips with meath. [4]

Soma gows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength,

Brave hero who repels the curse. [5]

For Indra, Soma! you are cleansed, a feast-companion for the gods:

1ndu, you fain will win us strength [6]

When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes:

Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.

24 - Soma Pavamana

HEREWARD have the soma streamed,

the drops while they are purified:

When bIent, in waters they are rinsed. [1]

The milk has run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice:

They come tIndra, being cleansed. [2]

Soma Pavamana, you are flowing to be Indra's drink:

The men have seized and lead you forth. [3]

Victorious, to be hailed with joy, Soma, flow, delighting men,

To him who ruls over mankind. [4]

You, Indu, when, effused by stones, you runnest to the filter, art,

Ready for Indra's high decree. [5]

Flow on, best Vritra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds.

Pure, purifying, wonderful. [6]

Pure, purifying is he called the soma of the meath eflused,

Slayer of sinners, dear to gods.

25 - Soma Pavamana

GREEN-HUED! as one who givs strength flow on for gods to drink, a draught

For Vayu and the Marut host. [1]

Pavamana, sent by song, roaring about your dwelling-place,

Pass into Vayu as Law bids. [2]

The Steer shines with the deities, dear Sage in his appointed home,

Foe-Slayer, most beloved by gods. [3]

Taking each beauteous form, he goes, desirable, while purified,

There where the immortals sit. [4]

TIndra Soma flows, the Red, engendering song, exceeding wise,

The visitor of living men. [5]

Flow, best exhilarator, Sage, flow to the filter in a stream

To seat you in the place of song.

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