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Clever "well medleys" should be
useful:From the Hymns of the Rikveda, based on Ralph Griffith's translation of 1889, re-edited by T. Kinnes
Book 9 contains 114 hymns
1 - Soma Pavamana
In sweetest and most gladdening streamflow 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 you 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 you 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 you 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 sideIn 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, storest 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 onTIndra'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 joyThe 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, meetFor 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 draughtFor 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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