The Samaveda, or Veda of Holy Songs, third in the usual order of enumeration of the three Vedas, ranks next in sanctity and liturgical importance to the Rgveda or Veda of Recited praise. Its Sanhita, or metrical portion, consists chiefly of hymns to be chanted by the Udgatar priests at the performance of those important sacrifices in which the juice of the Soma plant, clarified and mixed with milk and other ingredients, was offered in libation to various deities. The Collection is made up of hymns, portions of hymns, and detached verses, taken mainly from the Rgveda, transposed and re-arranged, without reference to their original order, to suit the religious ceremonies in which they were to be employed. In these compiled hymns there are frequent variations, of more or less importance, from the text of the Rgveda as we now possess it which variations, although in some cases they are apparently explanatory, seem in others to be older and more original than the readings of the Rgveda. In singing, the verses are still further altered by prolongation, repetition and insertion of syllables, and various modulations, rests, and other modifications prescribed, for the guidance of the officiating priests, in the Ganas or Song-books. Two of these manuals, the Gramageyagdna, or Congregational, and the Aranyagana or Forest Song-Book, follow the order of the verses of part I, of the Sanhita, and two others, the Uhagana, the Uhyagana, of Part II. This part is less disjointed than part I, and is generally arranged in triplets whose first verse is often the repetition of a verse that has occurred in part I.
There is no clue to the date of the compilation of the Samaveda Hymns, nor has the compiler's name been handed down to us. Such a manual was unnecessary in the early times when the Aryans first came into India, but was required for guidance and use in the complicated ritual elaborated by the invaders after their expansion and settlement in their new homes.
There are three recensions of the text of the Samaveda Sanhita, the Kauthuma Sakha or recension is current in Guzerat, the Jaiminiya in the Carnatic, and the Ranayaniya in the Mahratta country. A translation, by Dr. Stevenson, of the Ranayaniya recension-or, rather, a free version of Sayana's paraphrase-was edited by Professor Wilson, in 1842; in 1848 Professor Benfey of G�ttingen brought out an excellent edition of the same text with a metrical translation, a complete glossary, and explanatory notes; and in 1874-78 Pandit Satyavrata Samasrami of Calcutta published in the Bibliotheca Indicaa. most meritorious edition of the Sanhita according to the same recension, with Sayana's commentary, portions of the Song-books, andi other illustrative matter. I have followed Benfey's text, and have, made much use of his glossary and notes. Pandit Satyavrata Samasrami's edition also has been of the greatest service to me. To Mr. Venis, Principal of the Benares Sanskrit College, I am indebted for, the loan of the College manuscripts of the text and commentary.
I repeat the expression of my obligations to those scholars whose works assisted me in my translation of the Hymns of the Rgveda. For help in translating the non-Rgvedic Hymns of the Samaveda, I am additionally indebted to the late Professor Benfey and to Professor Ludwig whose version will be found in his Der Rgveda, vol. III, pp. 19-25.
For further information regarding the Samaveda Weber's History Of Indian Literature, and Max M�ller's History of Ancient Sanskrit Literature, or the article on the Veda in Chamber's Encyclopaedia should be consulted.
R.T.H. GRIFFITH
Kotagiri, Nilgiri
25th May,1893.
Om. Glory to the Samaveda! To Lord Ganesa glory! Om.
1. Come, Agni, praised with song, to feast and sacrificial offering:
sit
As Hotar on the holy grass!
2. O Agni, thou hast been ordained Hotar
of every sacrifice,
By Gods, among the race of men.
3. Agni we choose as
envoy, skilled performer of this holy rite,
Hotar, possessor of all
wealth.
4. Served with oblation, kindled, bright, through love of song may
Agni, bent
On riches, smite the Vritras dead!
5. I laud your most beloved
guest like a dear friend, O Agni, him
Who, like a chariot, wins us
wealth.
6. Do thou, O Agni, with great might guard us from all
malignity,
Yea, from the hate of mortal man!
7. O Agni, come; far other
songs of praise will I sing forth to thee.
Wax mighty with these
Soma-drops!
8. May Vatsa draw thy mind away even from thy loftiest dwelling
place!
Agni, I yearn for thee with song.
9. Agni, Atharvan brought thee
forth by rubbing from the sky, the head
Of all who offer sacrifice.
10. O
Agni, bring us radiant light to be our mighty succour, for
Thou art our
visible deity!
1. O Agni, God, the people sing reverent praise to thee for strength:
With
terrors trouble thou the foe
2. I seek with song your messenger,
oblation-bearer, lord of wealth,
Immortal, best at sacrifice.
3. Still
turning to their aim in thee the sacrificer's sister hymns
Have come to thee
before the wind.
4. To thee, illuminer of night, O Agni, day by day with
prayer,
Bringing thee reverence, we come.
5. Help, thou who knowest lauds,
this work, a lovely hymn in Rudra's praise,
Adorable in every house!
6. To
this fair sacrifice to drink the milky draught art thou called forth:
O Agni,
with the Maruts come!
7. With homage will I reverence thee, Agni, like a
long-tailed steed,
Imperial lord of holy rites.
8. As Aurva and as Bhrigu
called, as Apnavana called, I call
The radiant Agni robed with sea.
9.
When he enkindles Agni, man should with his heart attend the song:
I kindle
Agni till he glows.
10. Then, verily, they see the light refulgent of
primeval seed,
Kindled on yonder side of heaven.
1. Hither, for powerful kinship, I call Agni, him who prospers you,
Most
frequent at our solemn rites.
2. May Agni with his pointed blaze cast down
each fierce devouring fiend:
May Agni win us wealth by war!
3. Agni, be
gracious; thou art great: thou hast approached the pious man,
Hast come to
sit on sacred grass.
4. Agni, preserve us,from distress consume our enemies,
O God,
Eternal, with thy hottest flames
5. Harness, O Agni, O thou God,
thy steeds which are most excellent!
The fleet ones bring thee rapidly.
6.
Lord of the tribes, whom all must seek, we worshipped Agni set thee
down,
Refulgent, rich in valiant men.
7. Agni is head and height of
heaven, the master of the earth is he
He quickeneth the waters' seed.
8. O
Agni, graciously announce this our good fortune of the Gods,
And this our
newest hymn of praise!
9, By song, O Agni, Angiras! Gopavana hath brought
thee forth
Hear thou my call, refulgent one!
10. Agni, the Sage, the Lord
of Strength, hath moved around the sacred gifts,
Giving the offerer precious
things.
11. His heralds bear him up aloft, the God who knoweth all that
lives,
The Sun, that all may look on him.
12, Praise Agni in the
sacrifice, the Sage whose holy laws are true
The God who driveth grief
away.
13. Kind be the Goddesses to lend us help, and kind that we may
drink:
May their streams bring us health and wealth
14. Lord of the brave,
whose songs dost thou in thine abundance now inspire,
Thou whose hymns help
to win the kine?
1. Sing to your Agni with each song, at every sacrifice for
strength.
Come, let us praise the wise and, everlasting God even as a
well-beloved friend,
2. Agni, protect thou us by one, protect us by the
second song,
Protect us by three hymns, O Lord of power and might, bright
God, by four hymns guard us well!
3. O Agni, with thy lofty beams, with thy
pure brilliancy, O God,
Kindled, most youthful one! by Bharadvaja's hand,
shine on us richly, holy Lord!
4. O Agni who art worshipped well, dear let
our princes be to thee,
Our wealthy patrons who are governors of men, who
part, as gifts, the stall of kine!
5. Agni, praise-singer! Lord of men, God!
burning up the Rakshasas,
Mighty art thou, the ever-present, household-lord!
home-friend and guardian from the sky.
6. Immortal Jatavedas, thou
bright-hued refulgent gift of Dawn,
Agni, this day to him who pays oblations
bring the Gods who waken with the morn!
7. Wonderful, with thy favouring
help, send us thy bounties, gracious Lord.
Thou art the charioteer, Agni, of
earthly wealth: find rest and safety for our seed!
8. Famed art thou, Agni,
far and wide, preserver, righteous, and a Sage.
The holy singers, O enkindled
radiant one, ordainers, call on thee to come.
9. O holy Agni, give us wealth
famed among men and strengthening life!
Bestow on us, O helper, that which
many crave, more glorious still through righteousness!
10. To him, who
dealeth out all wealth, the sweet-toned Hotar-priest of men,
To him like the
first vessels filled with savoury juice, to Agni let the lauds go forth.
1. With this mine homage I invoke Agni for you, the Son of Strength,
Dear,
wisest envoy, skilled in noble sacrifice, immortal messenger of all.
2. Thou
liest in the logs that are thy mothers: mortals kindle thee.
Alert thou
bearest off the sacrifleer's gift, and then thou shinest to the Gods.
3. He
hath appeared, best prosperer, in whom men lay their holy acts:
So may our
songs of praise come nigh to Agni who was born to give the Arya strength!
4.
Chief Priest is Agni at the laud, as stones and grass at sacrifice.
Gods!
Maruts! Brahmanaspati! I crave with song the help that is most excellent.
5.
Pray Agni of the piercing flame, with sacred songs, to be our help;
For
wealth, famed Agni, Purumilha and ye men! He is Suditi's sure defence.
6.
Hear, Agni who hast ears to hear, with all thy train of escort Gods!
With
those who come at dawn let Mitra, Aryaman sit on the grass at sacrifice.
7.
Agni of Divodasa, God, comes forth like Indra in his might.
Rapidly hath he
moved along his mother earth: he stands in high heaven's dwelling-place.
8.
Whether thou come from earth or from the lofty lucid realm of heaven,
Wax
stronger in thy body through my song of praise: fill full all creatures, O most
wise!
9. If, loving well the forests, thou wentest to thy maternal
floods,
Not to be scorned, Agni, is that return of thine when, from afar,
thou now art here.
10. O Agni, Manu stablished thee a light for all the race
of men:
With Kanva hast thou blazed, Law-born and waxen strong, thou whom the
people reverence.
1. The God who giveth wealth accept your full libation poured to,
him!
Pour ye it out, then fill the vessel full again, for so the God
regardeth you.
2. Let Brahmanaspati come forth, let Sunrita the Goddess
come,
And Gods bring to our rite which yields a fivefold gift the hero, lover
of mankind!
3. Stand up erect to lend us aid, stand up like Savitar the
God,
Erect as strength-bestower when we call on thee with priests who balm
our offerings!
4. The man who bringeth gifts to thee, bright God who fain
wouldst lead to wealth,
Winneth himself a brave son, Agni! skilled in lauds,
one prospering in a thousand ways.
5. With hymns and holy eulogies we
supplicate your Agni, Lord
Of many families who duly serve the Gods, yea, him
whom others too inflame.
6. This Agni is the Lord of great prosperity and
hero, strength,
Of wealth with noble offspring and with store of kine, the
Lord of battles with the foe.
7. Thou, Agni, art the homestead's Lord, our
Hotar-priest at sacrifice.
Lord of all boons, thou art the Potar, passing
wise. Pay worship, and enjoy the good!
8. We as thy friends have chosen thee,
mortals a God, to be our help.
The Waters' Child, the blessed, the most
mighty one, swift conqueror, and without a peer.
1. Present oblations, make him splendid: set ye as Hotar in his place the
Home's Lord, worshipped
With gifts and homage where they pour libations!
Honour him meet for reverence in our houses.
2. Verily wondrous is the tender
youngling's growth who never draweth nigh to drink his mother's milk.
As soon
as she who hath no udder bore him, he, faring on his. great errand, suddenly
grew strong.
3. Here is one light for thee, another yonder: enter the third
and, be therewith united.
Beautiful be thy union with the body, beloved in
the Gods' sublimest birthplace!
4. For Jatavedas, worthy of our praise, will
we frame with our mind this eulogy as 'twere a car;
For good, in his
assembly, is this care of ours. Let us not, in thy friendship, Agni, suffer
harm!
5. Agni Vaisvanara, born in course of Order, the messenger of earth,
the head of heaven,
The Sage, the sovran, guest of men, our vessel fit for
their mouth, the Gods have generated.
6. Even as the waters from the mountain
ridges, so sprang the; Gods, through lauds, from thee, O Agni.
To thee speed
hymns and eulogies, as horses haste, bearing him who loves the song, to
battle.
7. Win to protect you, Rudra, lord of worship, priest of both worlds,
effectual sacrificer,
Agni, invested with his golden colours, before the
thunder strike and lay you senseless!
8. The King whose face is decked with
oil is kindled with homage offered by his faithful servant.
The men, the
priests adore him with oblations. Agni hath shone forth at the flush of
morning.
9. Agni advanceth with his lofty banner: through earth and heaven
the Bull hath loudly bellowed
He hath come nigh from the sky's farthest
limit: the Steer hath waxen in the waters' bosom.
10. From the two
fire-sticks have the men engendered with thoughts, urged by the hand, the
glorious Agni,
Far-seen, with pointed flame, Lord of the Homestead.
1. Agni is wakened by the people's fuel to meet the Dawn who cometh like a
milch-cow.
Like young trees shooting up on high their branches, his flames.
are mounting to the vault of heaven.
2. Set forth the gleaming one, the
song-inspirer, not foolish with. the foolish, fort-destroyer,
Who leadeth
with his hymns to thought of conquest, gold-bearded, richly splendid with his
armour
3. Thou art like heaven: one form is bright, one holy, like Day and
Night dissimilar in colour.
All magic powers thou aidest, self-dependent!
Auspicious bethy bounty here, O Pushan!
4. As holy food, Agni, to thine
invoker give wealth in cattle, lasting, rich in marvels!
To us be born a son
and spreading offspring. Agni, be this thy gracious will to us-ward!
5.
Stablished to fill the juice with vital vigour, giver of wealth, guard of his
servant's body,
The great Priest, born, who knows the clouds, abider with
men, is seated in the waters' eddy.
6. Let the song, honouring the best, with
longing honour the Asura's most famous sovran,
The deeds of him the mighty,
deeds like Indra's, the manly one in whom the folk must triumph!
7. In the
two kindling-blocks lies Jatavedas like the well-cherished germ in pregnant
women,--
Agni who day by day must be entreated by men who watch provided with
oblations.
8. Agni, from days of old thou slayest demons: never shall
Rakshasas in fight o'ercome thee.
Burn up the foolish ones, raw flesh
devourers: let none of them escape thine heavenly arrow!
1. Bring us most mighty splendour thou, Agni, resistless on thy
way:
Prepare for us the path that leads to glorious opulence and
strength!
2. May the brave man, if full of zeal he serve and kindle Agni's
flame,
Duly presenting sacred gifts, enjoy the Gods' protecting help.
3.
Thy bright smoke lifts itself aloft, and far-extended shines in heaven,
For,
Purifier! like the Sun thou beamest with thy radiant glow.
4. Thou, Agni,
even as Mitra, hast a princely glory of thine own.
Bright, active God, thou
makest fame increase like means of nourishment.
5. At dawn let Agni,
much-beloved, guest of the house, be glorified,
In whom, the everlasting one,
all mortals make their offerings blaze.
6. Most moving song be Agni's: shine
on high, O rich in radiant light!
Like the chief consort of a King riches and
strength proceed from thee.
7. Exerting all our strength with thoughts of
power we glorify in speech
Agni your dear familiar friend, the darling guest
in every house.
8. His beam hath lofty power of life: sing praise to Agni, to
the God
Whom men have set in foremost place, like Mitra for their
eulogy!
9. To noblest Agni, friend of man, chief Vritra-slayer, have we
come-
Who with Srutarvan, Riksha's son, in lofty presence is inflamed.
10.
Born as the loftiest Law commands, comrade of those who grew with him.
Agni,
the sire of Kasyapa by faith, the mother, Manu, Sage.
1. We in King Soma place our trust, in Agni, and in Varuna,
The Aditya,
Vishnu, Surya, and the Brahman-priest Brihaspati.
2. Hence have these men
gone up on high and mounted to the heights of heaven:
On! conquer on the path
by which Angirasas travelled to the skies!
3. That thou mayst send us ample
wealth, O Agni, we will kindler thee:
So, for the great oblation, Steer, pray
Heaven and Earth to come to us!
4. He runs when one calls after him, This is
the prayer of him who prays.
He holds all knowledge in his grasp even as the
felly rounds the wheel.
5. Shoot forth, O Agni, with thy flame: demolish them
on every side!
Break down the Yatudhana's strength, the vigour of the
Rakshasa!
6. Worship the Vasus, Agni! here, the Rudras and Adityas,
all
Who know fair sacrifices, sprung from Mann, scattering blessings
down!
1. Agni, thy faithful servant I call upon thee with many a gift,
As in the
keeping of the great inciting God.
2. To Agni, to the Hotar-priest offer your
best, your lofty speech,
To him ordainer-like who bears the light of
songs.
3. O Agni, thou who art the lord of wealth in kine, thou Son of
Strength,
Bestow on us, O Jatavedas, high renown
4. Most skilled in
sacrifice, bring the Gods, O Agni, to the pious, man:
A joyful Priest, thy
splendour drives our foes afar
5. Taught by seven mothers at his birth was
he, for glory of the wise.
He, firm and sure, hath set his mind on glorious
wealth
6. And in the day our prayer is this: May Aditi come nigh to
help,
With loving-kindness bring us weal and chase our foes
7. Worship
thou Jatavedas, pray to him who willingly accepts,
Whose smoke wanders at
will, and none may grasp his flame
8. No mortal man can e'er prevail by arts
of magic over him
Who hath served Agni well, the oblation-giving God.
9.
Agni, drive thou the wicked foe, the evil-hearted thief away,
Far, far, Lord
of the brave! and give us easy paths!
10. O hero Agni, Lord of men, on
hearing this new laud of mine
Burn down the Rakshasas, enchanters, with thy
flame!
1. Sing forth to him the holy, most munificent, sublime with his refulgent
glow,
To Agni, ye Upastutas
2. Agni, he conquers by thine aid that brings
him store of valiant sons and does great deeds,
Whose bond of friendship is
thy choice
3. Sing praise to him the Lord of light! The Gods have made the
God to be their messenger,
To bear oblation to the Gods.
4. Anger not him
who is our guest! He is the bright God Agni, praised by many a man,
God
Hotar, skilled in sacrifice.
5. May Agni, worshipped, bring us bliss: may the
gift, blessed one! and sacrifice bring bliss.
Yea, may our eulogies bring
bliss.
6. Thee have we chosen skilfullest in sacrifice, immortal Priest among
the Gods,
Wise finisher of this holy rite.
7. Bring us that splendour,
Agni, which may overcome each greedy fiend in our abode,
And the malicious
wrath of men!
8. Soon as the eager Lord of men is friendly unto Manu's
race
Agni averteth from us all the Rakshasas!
1. Sing this, beside the flowing juice, to him your hero, much-invoked,
To
please him as a mighty Bull
2. O Satakratu Indra, now rejoice with that
carouse of thine
Which is most glorious of all!
3. Ye cows, protect the
fount: the two mighty ones bless the sacrifice.
The handles twain are wrought
of gold.
4. Sing praises that the horse may come; sing, Srutakaksha, that the
cow
May come, that Indra's might may come
5. We make this Indra very
strong to strike, the mighty Vritra dead:
A vigorous hero shall he be.
6.
Based upon strength and victory and power, O Indra, is thy birth:
Thou,
mighty one! art strong indeed,
7. The sacrifice made Indra great when he
unrolled the earth, and made
Himself a diadem in heaven.
8. If I, O Indra,
were, like thee, the single ruler over wealth
My worshipper should be rich in
kine.
9. Pressers, blend Soma juice for him, each draught most excellent, for
him
The brave, the hero, for his joy.
10. Here is the Soma juice
expressed. O Vasu, drink till thou art full:
Undaunted God, we give it
thee
1. Surya, thou mountest up to meet the hero famous for his wealth,
Who
hurls the bolt and works for man.
2. Whatever, Vritra-slayer! thou, Surya
hast risen upon to-day,
That, Indra, all is in thy power.
3. That Indra is
our youthful friend, who with his trusty guidanceled
Turvasa, Yadu from
afar.
4. O Indra, let not ill designs surround us in the sunbeams'
light
This may we gain with thee for friend!
5. Indra, bring wealth that
gives delight, the victor's ever-conquering wealth,
Most excellent, to be our
aid
6. In mighty battle we invoke Indra, Indra is lesser fight,
The friend
who bends his bolt at fiends.
7. In battle of a thousand arms Indra drank
Kadru's Soma juice
There he displayed his manly might.
8. Faithful to
thee, we sing aloud, heroic Indra, songs to thee
Mark, O good Lord, this act
of ours!
9. Hitherward! they who light the flame and straightway trim the
sacred grass,
Whose friend is Indra ever young.
10. Drive all our enemies
away, smite down the foes who press around,
And bring the wealth for which we
long!
1. I Hear, as though 'twere close at hand, the cracking of the whips they
hold:
They gather splendour on their way.
2. Indra, these friends of ours,
supplied with Soma, wait and look to thee
As men with fodder to the
herd.
3. Before his hot displeasure all the peoples, all the men bow
down,
As rivers bow them to the sea.
4. We choose unto ourselves that high
protection of the mighty Gods,
That it may help and succour us.
5. O
Brahmanaspati, make thou Kakshivan Ausija a loud
Chanter of flowing Soma
juice!
6. Much honoured with libations may the Vritra-slayer watch for
us:
May Sakra listen to our prayer
7. Send us this day, God Savitar,
prosperity with progeny
Drive thou the evil dream away!
8. Where is that
ever-youthful Steer, strong-necked and never yet bent down?
What Brahman
ministers to him?
9. There where the mountains downward slope, there at the
meeting of the streams
The Sage was manifest by song.
10. Praise Indra
whom our songs must laud, sole sovran of mankind, the chief
Most liberal who
controlleth men
1. Indra whose jaws are strong hath drunk of worshipping Sudaksha's
draught,
The Soma juice with barley brew.
2. O Lord of ample wealth, these
songs of praise have called aloud to thee,
Like milch-kine lowing to their
calves!
3. Then straight they recognized the mystic name of the creative
Steer,
There in the mansion of the Moon.
4. When Indra, strongest hero,
brought the streams, the mighty waters down,
Pushan was standing by his
side.
5. The Cow, the streaming mother of the liberal Maruts, pours her
milk,
Harnessed to draw their chariots on.
6. Come, Lord of rapturous
joys, to our libation with thy bay steeds, come
With bay steeds to the
flowing juice
7. Presented strengthening gifts have sent Indra away at
sacrifice,
With night, unto the cleansing bath.
8. I from my Father have
received deep knowledge of eternal Law:
I was born like unto the Sun.
9.
With Indra splendid feasts be ours, rich in all strengthening things,
wherewith,
Wealthy in food, we may rejoice
10. Soma and Pushan, kind to
him who travels to the Gods, provide
Dwellings all happy and secure.
1. Invite ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma steeds,
juice,
All-conquering Satakratu, most munificent of all who live
2. Sing
ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of tawny
The Soma-drinker, O my
friends!
3. This, even this, O Indra, we implore: as thy devoted
friends
The Kanvas praise thee with their hymns!
4. For Indra, lover of
carouse, loud be our songs about the juice
Let poets sing the song of
praise.
5. Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred
grass:
Run hither, come and drink thereof
6. As a good cow to him who
milks, we call the doer of good deeds
To our assistance duy by day.
7.
Hero, the Soma being shed, I pour the juice for thee to drink
Sate thee and
finish thy carouse!
8. The Soma, Indra, which is shed in saucers and in cups
for thee,
Drink thou, for thou art lord thereof!
9. In every need, in
every fray we call, as friends, to succour us,
Indra, the mightiest of
all.
10. O come ye hither, sit ye down: to Indra sing ye forth your
song,
Companions, bringing hymns of praise
1. So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been expressed for thee with
strength:
Drink of it, thou who lovest song!
2. Great is our Indra from of
old; greatness be his, the Thunderer
Wide as the heaven extends his
might.
3. Indra, as one with mighty arm, gather for us with thy right
hand
Manifold and nutritious spoil!
4. Praise, even as he is known, with
song Indra the guardian of the kine,
The Son of Truth, Lord of the
brave.
5. With what help will he come to us, wonderful, ever-waxing
friend?
With what most mighty company?
6. Thou speedest down to succour us
this ever-conquering God of yours
Him who is drawn to all our songs.
7. To
the assembly's wondrous Lord, the lovely friend of Indra, I
Had prayed for
wisdom and successs.
8. May all thy paths beneath the sky whereby thou
speddest Vyasva on,
Yea, let all spaces hear our voice
9. Bring to us all
things excellent, O Satakratu, food and strength,
For, Indra, thou art kind
to us!
10. Here is the Soma ready pressed: of this the Maruts, yea, of
this,
Self-luminous the Asvins drink.
1. Tossing about, the active ones came nigh to Indra at his birth,
Winning
themselves heroic might.
2. Never, O Gods, do we offend, nor are we ever
obstinate
We walk as holy texts command.
3. Evening is come: sing loudly
thou Atharvan's nobly singing son:
Give praise to Savitar the God!
4. Now
Morning with her earliest light shines forth, dear daughter of the Sky:
High,
Asvins, I extol your praise.
5. Armed with the bones of dead Dadhyach, Indra,
with unresisted might
The nine-and-ninety Vritras slew.
6. Come, Indra,
and delight thee with the juice at all our Soma feasts,
Protector, mighty in
thy strength
7. O thou who slayest Vritras, come, O Indra, hither to our
side,
Mighty one, with thy mighty aids!
8. That might of his shone
brightly forth when Indra brought together, like
A skin, the worlds of heaven
and earth,
9. This is thine own Thou drawest near, as turns a pigeon to his
mate:
Thou carest, too, for this our prayer.
10. May Vata breathe his balm
on us, healthful, delightful to our heart:
May he prolong our days of
life
1. Ne'er is he injured whom the Gods Varuna, Mitra, Aryam.
The excellently
wise, protect.
2. According to our wish for kine, for steeds and chariots, as
of old,
Be gracious to our wealthy chiefs
3. Indra, these spotted cows
yield thee their butter and the milky draught,
Aiders, thereby, of
sacrifice.
4. That thou much-lauded! many-named! mayst, with this thought,
that longs for milk,
Come to each Soma sacrifice.
5. May bright Sarasvati,
endowed with plenteous wealth and spoil, enriched
With prayer, desire the
sacrifice.
6. Why 'mid the Nahusha tribes shall sate this Indra with his Soma
juice?
He shall bring precious things to us.
7. Come, we have pressed the
juice for thee; O Indra, drink this Soma here:
Sit thou on this my sacred
grass
8. Great, unassailable must be the heavenly favour of the
Three,
Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman.
9. We, Indra, Lord of ample wealth, our
guide, depend on one like thee,
Thou driver of the tawny steeds!
1. Let Soma juices make thee glad! Display thy bounty, Thunderer:
Drive
off the enemies of prayer!
2. Drink our libation, Lord of hymns! with streams
of meath thou art bedewed:
Yea, Indra, glory is thy gift.
3. Indra hath
ever thought of you and tended you with care. The God,
Heroic Indra, is not
checked.
4. Let the drops pass within thee as the rivers flow into the
sea
O Indra, naught excelleth thee!
5. Indra, the singers with high
praise, Indra reciters with their lauds,
Indra the choirs have
glorified.
6. May Indra give, to aid us wealth handy that rules the skilful
ones!
Yea, may the Strong give potent wealth
7. Verily Indra, conquering
all, drives even mighty fear away,
For firm is he and swift to act.
8.
These songs with every draught we pour come, lover of the song, to thee
As
milch-kine hasten to their calves.
9. Indra and Wishan will we call for
friendship and prosperity,
And for the winning of the spoil.
10. O Indra,
Vritra-slayer, naught is better, mightier than thou
Verily there is none like
thee!
1. Him have I magnified, our Lord in common, guardian of your
folk,
Discloser of great wealth in kine.
2. Songs have outpoured
themselves to thee, Indra, the strong, the guardian Lord,
And with one will
have risen to thee!
3. Good guidance hath the mortal man whom Arya-man, the
Marut host,
And Mitras, void of guile, protect.
4. Bring us the wealth for
which we long, O Indra, that which is concealed
In strong firm place
precipitous.
5. Him your best Vritra-slayer, him the famous champion of
mankind
I urge to great munificence.
6. Indra, may we adorn thy fame, fame
of one like thee, hero! deck,
Sakra! thy fame at highest feast!
7. Indra,
accept at break of day our Soma mixt with roasted corn,
With groats, with
cake, with eulogies!
8. With waters' foam thou torest off, Indra, the head of
Namuchi,
When thou o'ercamest all the foes.
9. Thine are these Soma
juices, thine, Indra, those still to be expressed:
Enjoy them, Lord of
princely wealth!
10. For thee, O Indra, Lord of light, Somas are pressed and
grass is strewn:
Be gracious to thy worshippers!
1. We seeking strength, with Soma drops fill full your Indra like a
well,
Most liberal, Lord of boundless might.
2. O Indra, even from that
place come unto us with food that gives
A hundred, yea, a thousand
powers!
3. The new-born Vritra-slayer asked his mother, as he seized his
shaft,
Who are the, fierce and famous ones?
4. Let us call him to aid
whose hands stretch far, the highly-lauded, who
Fulfils the work to favour
us
5. Mitra who knoweth leadeth us, and Varuna who guideth straight,
And
Aryaman in accord with Gods.
6. When, even as she were present here, red Dawn
hath shone from far away,
She spreadeth light on every side.
7. Varuna,
Mitra, sapient pair, pour fatness on our pastures, pour
Meath on the regions
of the air!
8. And, at our sacrifices, these, sons, singers, have enlarged
their bounds,
So that the cows must walk knee-deep.
9. Through all this
world strode Vishnu: thrice his foot he planted, and the whole
Was gathered
in his footstep's dust.
1. Pass by the wrathful offerer; speed the man who pours libation,
drink
The juice which he presents to thee!
2. What is the word addressed
to him, God great and excellently wise?
For this is what exalteth him.
3,
His wealth who hath no store of kine hath ne'er found out recited laud,
Nor
song of praises that is sung.
4. Lord of each thing that giveth strength,
Indra delighteth most in lauds,
Borne by bay steeds, libations' friend.
5.
With wealth to our libation come, be not thou angry with us, like
A great man
with a youthful bride.
6. When, Vasu, wilt thou love the laud? Now let the
Channel bring the stream.
The juice is ready to ferment.
7. After the
Seasons. Indra, drink the Soma from the Brahman's gift:
Thy friendship is
invincible!
S. O Indra, lover of the song, we are the singers of thy
praise
O Soma-drinker, quicken us!
9. O Indra, in each fight and fray give
to our bodies manly strength:
Strong Lord, grant ever-conquering
might!
10. For so thou art the brave man's friend; a hero, too, art thou, and
strong:
So may thine heart be won to us!
1. Like kine unmilked we call aloud, hero, to thee, and sing thy
praise,
Looker on heavenly light, Lord of this moving world, Lord, Indra, of
what moveth not!
2. That we may win us wealth and power we poets, verily,
call on thee:
In war men call on thee, Indra, the hero's Lord, in the steed's
race-course call on thee:
3. To you will I sing Indra's praise who gives good
gifts as well we know;
The praise of Maghavan who, rich in treasure, aids his
singers with wealth thousandfold.
4. As cows low to their calves in stalls,
so with our songs we glorify
This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks
attack, who takes delight in precious juice.
5. Loud singing at the sacred
rite where Soma flows we priests invoke
With haste, that he may help, as the
bard's cherisher, Indra who findeth wealth for you
6. With Plenty for his
true ally the active man will gain the spoil.
Your Indra, much-invoked, I
bend with song, as bends a wright his wheel of solid wood.
7. Drink, Indra,
of the savoury juice, and cheer thee with our milky draught!
Be, for our
weal, our friend and sharer of the feast, and let thy wisdom guard us
well!
8. For thou--come to the worshipper!--wilt find great wealth to make us
rich.
Fill thyself full, O Maghavan, for gain of kine, full, Indra, for the
gain of steeds!
9. Vasishtha will not overlook the lowliest one among you
all
Beside our Soma juice effused to-day let all the Maruts drink with eager
haste!
10. Glorify naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble
you!
Praise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your lauds
repeatedly!
1. No one by deed attains to him who works and strengthens evermore:
No,
not by sacrifice, to Indra. praised of all, resistless, daring, bold in
might.
2 He without ligature, before making incision in the neck,
Closed
up the wound again, most wealthy Maghavan, who healeth the dissevered
parts.
3. A thousand and a hundred steeds are harnessed to thy golden
car:
Yoked by devotion, Indra, let the long-maned bays bring thee to drink
the Soma juice!
4. Come hither, Indra, with bay steeds, joyous, with tails
like peacock's plumes!
Let no men check thy course as fowlers stay the bird:
pass o'er them as o'er desert lands!
5. Thou as a God, O mightiest, verily
blessest mortal man.
O Maghavan, there is no comforter but thou: Indra, I
speak my words to thee.
6. O Indra, thou art far-renowned, impetuous Lord of
power and might.
Alone, the never-conquered guardian of mankind, thou
smitest
down resistless foes.
7. Indra for worship of the Gods, Indra
while sacrifice proceeds,
Indra, as warriors in the battle-shock, we call,
Indra that we may win the spoil.
8. May these my songs of praise exalt thee,
Lord, who hast abundant wealth!
Men skilled in holy hymns, pure, with the
hues of fire, have sung them with their lauds to thee.
9. These songs of ours
exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise ascend to thee,
Like ever-conquering
chariots that display their strength gain wealth and give unfailing help.
10.
Even as the wild-bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery
pool,
Come to us quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas
drink thy fill!
1. Indra, with all thy saving helps assist us, Lord of power and
might!
For after thee we follow even as glorious bliss, thee, hero, finderout
of wealth.
2. O Indra, Lord of light, what joys thou broughtest from the
Asuras,
Prosper therewith, O Maghavan, him who lauds that deed, and those
whose grass is trimmed for thee!
3. To Aryaman and Mitra sing a reverent
song, O pious one,
A pleasant hymn to Varuna who shelters us: sing ye a laud
unto the Kings!
4. Men with their lauds are urging thee, Indra, to drink the
Soma first.
The Ribhus in accord have lifted up their voice, and Rudras sung
thee as the first.
5. Sing to your lofty Indra, sing, Maruts, a holy hymn of
praise
Let Satakratu, Vritra-slayer, slay the foe with hundred-knotted
thunderbolt!
6. To Indra sing the lofty hymn, Maruts! that slays the Vritras
best,
Whereby the holy ones created for the God the light divine that ever
wakes.
7. O Indra, give us wisdom as a sire gives wisdom to his sons
Guide
us, O much-invoked, in this our way: may we still live and look upon the
light!
8. O Indra, turn us not away: be present with us at our feast
For
thou art our protection, yea, thou art our kin: O Indra, turn us not away!
9.
We compass these like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and Soma
pressed.
Here where the filter pours its stream, thy worshippers
round
thee, O Vritra-slayer, sit.
10. All strength and valour that is
found, Indra, in tribes of Nahushas,
And all the splendid fame that the Five
Tribes enjoy, bring, yea, all manly powers at once!
1. Yea, verily thou art a Bull, our guardian, rushing like a bull:
Thou,
mighty one, art celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and far.
2.
Whether, O Sakra, thou be far, or, Vritra-slayer, near at hand,
Thence by
heaven-reaching songs he who bath pressed the juice invites thee with thy
long-maned steeds.
3. In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your hero
with high laud, to him the wise,
To Indra glorious in his name, the mighty
one, even as the hymn alloweth it!
4. O Indra, give us for our weal a triple
refuge, triply strong!
Bestow a dwelling-place on our rich lords and me, and
keep thy dart afar from these!
5. Turning, as 'twere, to meet the Sun enjoy
from Indra all good things!
When he who will be born is born with power we
look to treasures as our heritage.
6. The godless mortal gaineth not this
food, O thou whose life is long!
But one who yokes the bright-hued horses,
Etasas; then Indra yokes his tawny steeds.
7. Draw near unto our Indra who
must be invoked in every fight!
Come, thou most mighty Vritra-slayer, meet
for praise, come to, libations and to hymns!
8. Thine, Indra, is the lowest
wealth, thou cherishest the midmost wealth,
Thou ever rulest all the highest:
in the fray for cattle none resisteth thee.
9. Where art thou? Whither art
thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind.
Haste, warrior,
fort-destroyer, Lord of battle's din! haste, holy songs have sounded
forth!
10. Here, verily, yesterday we let the thunder-wielder drink his
fill.
Bring him the juice poured forth in sacrifice to-day. Now range you by
the glorious one!
1. He who as sovran Lord of men moves with his chariots unrestrained,
The
Vritra-slayer, vanquisher of fighting hosts, pre-eminent, is praised in
song.
2. Indra, give us security from that whereof we are afraid
Help us,
O Maghavan, let thy favour aid us thus; drive away foes and enemies!
3.
Strong pillar thou, Lord of the home! armour of Soma-offerers!
The drop of
Soma breaketh all the strongholds down, and Indra is the Rishis' friend.
4.
Verily, Surya, thou art great; truly, Aditya, thou art great!
O most admired
for greatness of thy majesty, God, by thy greatness thou art great!
5. Indra!
thy friend, when fair of form and rich in chariots, steeds, and kine,
Hath
ever vital power that gives him strength, and joins the company with radiant
men.
6. O Indra, if a hundred heavens and if a hundred earths were
thine,--
No, not a hundred suns could match thee at thy birth, not both the
worlds, O Thunderer!
7. Though, Indra, thou art called by men eastward and
west ward, north and south,
Thou chiefly art with Anava and Turvasa, brave
champion urged by men to come.
8. Indra whose wealth is in thyself, what
mortal will attack this man?
The strong will win the spoil on the decisive
day through faith in thee, O Maghavan!
9. First, Indra! Agni! hath this Maid
come footless unto those with feet.
Stretching her head and speaking loudly
with her tongue, she hath gone downward thirty steps.
10. Come, Indra, very
near to us with aids of firmly-based resolve
Come, most auspicious, with thy
most auspicious help; good kinsman, with good kinsmen come!
1. Call to your aid the eternal one who shoots and none may shoot at
him,
Inciter, swift, victorious, best of charioteers, unconquered, Tugriya's
strengthener!
2. Let none, no, not thy worshippers, delay thee far away from
us
Even from faraway come thou unto our feast, or listen if' already
here!
3. For Indra Soma-drinker, armed with thunder, press the Soma
juice;
Make ready your dressed meats: cause him to favour us! The giver
blesses him who gives.
4. We call upon that Indra who, most active, ever
slays the foe
With boundless spirit, Lord of heroes, manliest one, help thou
and prosper us in fight!
5. Ye rich in strength, through your great power
vouchsafe us blessings day and night!
The offerings which we bring to you
shall never fail gifts brought by us shall never fail.
6. Whenever mortal
worshipper will sing a bounteous giver's praise,
Let him with song inspired
laud Varuna who supports the folk who follow varied rites.
7. Drink milk to
Indra in the joy of Soma juice, Medhyatithi!
To golden Indra ever close to
his bay steeds, the thunder-armed, the golden one!
8. Both boons,-may Indra,
hitherward turned listen to this prayer of ours,
And mightiest Maghavar, with
thought inclined to us come near to drink the Soma juice!
9. Not for an ample
price dost thou, Stone-caster! give thyself away,
Not for a thousand,
Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor a hundred, Lord of countless wealth!
10. O
Indra, thou art more to me than sire or niggard brother is.
Thou and my
mother, O good Lord, appear alike, to give me wealth abundantly.
1. These Soma juice mixt with curd have been expressed for Indra
here:
Come with thy bay steeds, Thunder-wielder, to our home, to drink them
till they make thee glad!
2. Indra, these Somas with their lauds have been
prepared for thy delight.
Drink of the pleasant juice and listen to our
songs; lover of song, reward the hymn!
3. I call on thee, Sabardugha, this
day, inspirer of the psalm.
Indra, the richly-yielding milch-cow who provides
unfailing food in ample stream.
4. Indra, the strong and lofty hills are
powerless to bar thy way
None stays that act of thine when thou wouldst fain
give wealth to one like me who sings thy praise.
5. Who knows what vital
power he wins, drinking beside the flowing juice?
This is the fair-cheeked.
God who, joying in the draught, breaks down the castles in his strength.
6.
What time thou castest from his seat and punishest the riteless
man,
Strengthen for opulence, O Indra Maghavan, our plant desired by many a
one!
7. Let Tvashtar, Brahmanaspati, Parjanya guard our heavenly
word,
Aditi with her sons, the brothers, guard for us the invincible, the
saving word!
8. Ne'er art thou fruitless, Indra, ne'er dost thou desert the
worshipper:
But now, O Maghavan, thy bounty as a God is poured forth ever
more and more.
9. Best slayer of the Vritras, yoke thy bay steeds, Indra, far
away
Come with the high ones hither, Maghavan, to us, mighty, to, drink the
Soma juice!
10. O Thunderer, zealous worshippers gave thee drink this time
yesterday:
So, Indra, listen here to him who offers lauds: come near unto,
our dwelling-place!
1. Advancing, sending forth her rays, the daughter of the Sky is seen.
The
mighty one lays bare the darkness with her eye, the friendly Lady makes the
light.
2. These morning sacrifices call you, Asvins, at the break of
day.
For help have I invoked you rich in power and might: for, house by
house, ye visit all.
3. Where are ye, Gods? What mortal man, O Asvins, glows
with zeal for you,
Urging you with the crushing stone and with the stalk of
Soma thus or otherwise?
4. This sweetest Soma juice hath been expressed for
you at morning rites.
Asvins, drink this prepared ere yesterday and give
treasures to him who offers it!
5. Let me not, still beseeching thee with
might and sound of Soma drops,
Anger at sacrifice a fierce wild creature! Who
would not beseech the almighty one!
6. Adhvaryu, let the Soma flow, for Indra
longs to drink thereof.
He even now hath yoked his vigorous bay steeds: the
Vritraslayer hath come nigh.
7. Bring thou all this unto the good, O Indra,
to the old and young!
For, Maghavan, thou art rich in treasures from of old,
to be invoked in every fight.
8. If I, O Indra, were the lord of riches ample
as thine own,
I would support the singer, God who scatterest wealth! and not
abandon him to woe.
9. Thou in thy battles, Indra, art subduer of all hostile
bands.
Father art thou, all-conquering, cancelling the curse, thou victor of
the vanquisher!
10. For in thy might thou stretchest out beyond the mansions
of the sky.
The earthly region, Indra, comprehends thee not. Thou hast waxed
mighty over all.
1. Pressed is the juice divine with milk commingled: thereto hath Indra ever
been accustomed.
We wake thee, Lord of bays, with sacrifices: mark this our
laud in the wild joys of Soma!
2. A home is made for thee to dwell in, Indra:
O much-invoked one, with the men go thither!
Thou, that thou mayest guard us
and increase us, givest us wealth and joyest in the Somas.
3. The well thou
clavest, settest free the fountains, and gavest rest to floods that were
obstructed.
Thou, Indra, laying the great mountain open, slaying the Ddnava,
didst loose the torrents.
4. When we have pressed the juice we laud thee,
Indra, most valorous! even about to win the booty.
Bring us prosperity, and
by thy great wisdom, under thine own protection, may we conquer!
5. Thy right
hand have we grasped in ours, O Indra, longing, thou very Lord of wealth, for
treasures.
Because we know thee, hero, Lord of cattle: vouchsafe us mighty
and resplendent riches!
6. Men call on Indra in the armed encounter that he
may make the hymns they sing decisive.
Hero in combat and in love of glory,
give us a portion of the stall of cattle!
7. Like birds of beauteous wing the
Priyamedhas, Rishis, imploring, have come nigh to Indra.
Dispel the darkness
and fill full our vision: deliver us as men whom snares entangle!
8. They
gaze on thee with longing in their spirit, as on a strongwinged bird that
mounteth sky-ward;
On thee with wings of gold, Varuna's envoy, the Bird that
hasteneth to the home of Yama.
9. First in the ancient time was Prayer
engendered: Vena disclosed the bright ones from the summit,
Laid bare this
world's lowest and highest regions, womb of the existent and the
non-existent.
10. They have prepared and fashioned for this hero words never
matched, most plentiful, most auspicious,
For him the ancient, great, strong,
energetic, the very mighty wielder of the thunder.
1. The black drop sank in Ansumati's bosom, advancing with ten thousand round
about it.
Indra with might longed for it as it panted: the hero-hearted King
laid down his weapons.
2. Flying in terror from the snort of Vritra all
deities who were thy friends forsook thee.
So, Indra, with the Maruts be thy
friendship: in all these battles thou shalt be the victor.
3. The old hath
waked the young Moon from his slumber who runs his circling course with many
round him.
Behold the God's high wisdom in its greatness: he who died
yesterday to-day is living.
4. Then, at thy birth, thou wast the foeman,
Indra, of those the seven who ne'er had met a rival.
The hidden pair, heaven
and the earth, thou foundest, and to the mighty worlds thou gavest
pleasure.
5. A friend we count thee, sharp-edged, thunder-wielder, Steer
strong of body, overthrowing many.
Thou, helping, causest pious tribes to
conquer: Indra, I laud the, heavenly Vritra-slayer.
6. Bring to the wise, the
great, who waxeth mighty your offerings,. and make ready your devotion!
Go
forth to many tribes as man's controller!
7. Call we on Maghavan, auspicious
Indra, best hero in this fight where spoil is gathered,
Strong, listening to
give us aid in battles, who slays the Vritras, wins and gathers riches!
8.
Prayers have been offered up-through love of glory: Vasishtha, honour Indra in
the battle!
He who with fame extends through all existence hears words which
I, his faithful servant, utter.
9. May the sweet Soma juices make him happy
to cast his quoit that lies in depth of waters!
Thou from the udder which
o'er earth is fastened hast poured the milk into the kine and herbage.
1. This vigorous one whom deities commission, the conqueror of cars, the
strong and mighty,
Swift, fleet to battle, with uninjured fellies, even
Tarkshya for our weal will we call hither.
2. Indra the rescuer, Indra the
helper, hero who listens at each invocation,
Sakra I call, Indra invoked of
many. May Indra Maghavan accept our presents!
3. Indra whose right hand
wields the bolt we worship, driver of bay steeds seeking sundered
courses.
Shaking his beard with might he hath arisen, terrible with his
weapons, with his bounty.
4. The ever-slaying, bold and furious Indra, the
bright bolt's Lord, the strong, the great, the boundless,
Who slayeth Vritra
and acquireth booty, giver of blessings, Maghavan the bounteous.
5. The man
who lies in wait and fights against us, deeming himself a giant or a
hero,--
By battle or with strength destroy him, Indra! With thy help,
manly-souled! may we be victors!
6. He whom men call when striving with their
foemen, or speeding onward in array of battle,
Whom bards incite where heroes
win the booty, or in the way to waters, He is Indra.
7. On a high car, O
Parvata and Indra, bring pleasant viands, with brave heroes, hither!
Enjoy
our presents, Gods, at sacrifices: wax strong by hymns, rejoice in our
oblation!
8. In ceaseless flow hath he poured forth his praises, as waters
from the ocean's depth, to Indra,
Who to his car on both its sides securely
hath fixed the earth and heaven as with an axle.
9. May our friends turn thee
hitherward to friendship! Mayst thou approach us even o'er many rivers!
May
the Disposer, radiant in this mansion with special lustre, bring the father's
offspring!
10. Who yokes to-day unto the pole of Order the strong and
passionate steers of checkless spirit,
Health-bringing, bearing in their
mouths no fodder? Long shall he live who richly pays their service.
1. The singers hymn thee, they who chant the psalm of praise are lauding
thee.
The Brahmans have exalted thee, O Satakratu, like a pole.
2. All
sacred-songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea,
Best of all warriors
borne on cars, the Lord of heroes, Lord of strength.
3. This poured libation,
Indra, drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent:
Streams of the bright have
flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.
4. Stone-darting Indra, wondrous
God, what wealth thou hast not given me here,
That bounty, treasure-finder!
bring, filling full both thy hands, to us!
5. O Indra, hear Tiraschi's call,
the call of him who serveth thee!
Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant
offspring! Great art thou.
6. 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
7. Come hither, Indra, with thy bays, come thou to Kanva's
eulogy!
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to
heaven.
8. Song-lover! like a charioteer come songs to thee when Soma
flows.
Together, they have called to thee as mother-kine unto their
calves.
9. Come now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymn!
Let
milk-blent juice delight him made stronger with pure, pure songs of
praise!
10. That which, most wealthy, makes you rich, in splendours most
illustrious,
Soma is pressed: thy gladdening drink, Indra libation's Lord! is
this.
1. Bring forth oblations to the God who knoweth all who fain would
drink,
The wanderer, lagging not behind the hero, coming nigh with
speed!
2. To us the mighty, lying in all vital power, who resteth in the
deep, who standeth in the east.
Drive thou the awful word away.
3. Even as
a car to give us aid, we draw thee nigh to favour us,
Strong in thy deeds,
quelling attack, Indra, Lord, mightiest! of the brave.
4. With powers of
mighty ones hath he, the friend, the ancient, been equipped,
Through whom our
father Manu made prayers efficacious with the Gods.
5. What time the swift
and shining steeds, yoked to the chariots, draw them on,
Drinking the sweet
delightful juice, there men perform their glorious acts.
6. Him for your sake
I glorify as Lord of Strength who wrongeth none,
Indra the hero, mightiest,
all-conquering and omniscient.
7. I with my praise have glorified strong
Dadhikravan, conquering steed
Sweet may he make our mouths: may he prolong
the days we have to live!
8. Render of forts, the young, the wise, of
strength unmeasured, was he born,
Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the
Thunderer, much-extolled.
1. Offer the triple sacred draught to Indu hero-worshipper!
With hymn and
plenty he invites you to complete the sacrifice.
2. Those whom they call the
attendant pair of Kasyapa who knows the light,
Lords of each holy duty when
the wise have honoured sacrifice.
3. Sing, sing ye forth your songs of
praise, men, Priya-medhas, sing your songs:
Yea, let young children sing
their lauds: yea, glorify our firm stronghold!
4. To Indra must a laud be
said, a joy to him who freely gives,
That Sakra may be joyful in our
friendship and the juice we pour.
5. Your Lord of might that ne'er hath bent,
that ruleth over all mankind,
I call, that he, as he is wont, may aid the
chariots and the men.
6. Even he who is thine own, through thought of Heaven,
of mortal man who toils,
He with the help of lofty Dyaus comes safe through
straits of enmity.
7. Wide, Indra Satakratu, spreads the bounty of thine
ample grace:
So, good and liberal giver, known to all men, send us splendid
wealth!
8. Bright Ushas, when thy times return, all quadrupeds and bipeds
stir,
And round about flock winged birds from all the boundaries of
heaven.
9. Ye Gods who yonder have your home amid the luminous realm of
heaven,
What count ye right? what endless life? What is the ancient call on
you?
10. We offer laud and psalm wherewith men celebrate their holy
rites.
They govern at the sacred place and bear the sacrifice to Gods.
1. Heroes of one accord brought forth and formed for kingship Indra who wins
the victory in all encounters,
For power, in firmness, in the field, the
great destroyer, fierce and exceeding strong,rstalwart and full of vigour.
2.
I trust in thy first wrathful deed, O Indra, when thou slewest Vritra and didst
work to profit man;
When the two world-halves fled for refuge unto thee, and
earth even trembled at thy strength, O Thunder-armed!
3. Come all with might
together to the Lord of heaven, the only one who is indeed the guestof
men.
He is the first: to him who fain would come to us all pathways turn; he
is in truth the only one.
4. Thine, Indra, praised of many, excellently rich,
are we who trusting in thy help draw near to thee.
For none but thou,
song-lover, shall receive our lauds: as Earth loves all her creatures, welcome
this our hymn!
5. High hymns have sounded forth the praise of Maghavan,
supporter of mankind, of Indra meet for lauds;
Him who hath waxen mighty,
much-invoked with prayers, immortal one whose praise each day is sung
aloud.
6. In perfect unison have all your longing hymns that find the light
of heaven sounded forth Indra's praise.
As wives embrace their lord, the
comely bridegroom, so they compass Maghavan about that he may help.
7. Make
glad with songs that Ram whom many men invoke, worthy hymns of praise, Indra the
sea of wealth;
Whose boons spread like the heavens, the - lover of mankind:
sing praise to him the Sage, most liberal for our good!
8. I glorify that Ram
who finds the light of heaven, whose hundred strong and mighty ones go forth
with him.
With prayers may I turn hither Indra to mine aid;-the car which
like a swift steed hasteth to the call!
9. Filled full of fatness, compassing
all things that be, wide, spacious, dropping meath, beautiful in their
form,
The heaven and the earth by Varuna's decree, unwasting, rich in germs,
stand parted each from each.
10. As like the Morning, thou hast filled, O
Indra, both the earth. and heaven,
So as the mighty one, great King of all
the mighty race of men, the Goddess mother brought thee forth, the blessed
mother gave thee life.
11. Sing, with oblation, praise to him who maketh
glad, who with. Rijisvan drove the dusky brood away!
Let us, desiring help,
call him for friendship, him the strong, the Marut-girt, whose right hand wields
the bolt!
I. When Somas flow thou makest pure, Indra, thy mind that merits laud
For
gain of strength that ever grows: for great is he.
2. Sing forth to him whom
many men invoke, to him whom many laud:
Invite the potent Indra with your
songs of praise
3. We sing this strong and wild delight of thine which
conquer; in the fray,
Which, Caster of the Stone! gives room and shines like
gold,
4. Whether thou drink the Soma by Vishnu's or Trita Aptya's side,
Or
with the Maruts, Indra! quaff the following drops.
5. Come, priest, and of
the savoury juice pour forth a yet more gladdening draught:
So is the hero
praised who ever prospers us.
6. Pour out the drops for Indra; let him drink
the meath of Soma juice!
He through his majesty sends forth his bounteous
gifts.
7. Come, sing we praise to Indra, friends! the hero who deserves the
laud,
Him who with none to aid o'ercomes all tribes of men.
8. Sing ye a
psalm to Indra, sing a great song to the lofty Sage,
To him who maketh
prayer, inspired who loveth laud!
9. He who alone bestoweth wealth on mortal
man who offereth gifts
Is Indra only, potent Lord whom none resist.
10.
Companions, let us learn a prayer to Indra, to the Thunderer,
To glorify your
bold and most heroic friend!
1. Indra, this might of thine I praise most highly for the sacrifice
That
thou, O Lord of Power, dost slay Vritra with might
2. For thee this Soma hath
been pressed, in whose wild joy thou madest once
Sambara Divodasa's prey: O
Indra, drink!
3. Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering,
unconcealable!
Wide as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of heaven!
4.
Joy, mightiest Indra, that perceives, sprung from deep Soma draughts,
whereby
Thou smitest down the greedy fiend,-that joy we crave!
5. Adityas,
very mighty ones, grant to our children and our seed
This lengthened term of
life that they may live long days!
6. Though knowest, Indra, Thunder-armed!
how to avoid destructive powers,
As one secure from pitfalls each returning
day.
7. Drive ye disease and strife away, drive ye away
malignity:
Adityas, keep us far removed from sore distress!
8. Drive Soma,
Indra, Lord of bays! and let it cheer thee: the stone, like a well-guided
courser,
1. Still, Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art
thou:
Thou seekest friendship but in war.
2. Him who of old hath broucht
to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you,
Even Indra, O my
friends, for help.
3. Fail not when marching onward: come hither,
like-spirited, stay not far away
Ye who can tame even what is firm!
4.
Come hither to the dropping juice, O Lord of cornland. Lord of horses, Lord of
kine:
Drink thou the Soma, Soma's Lord!
5. Hero, may we, with thee for
friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath,
In fight with
people rich in kine!
6. Yea, kin by common ancestry, the Maruts, even the
oxen, close united friends!
Are licking one another's back.
7. O Indra,
bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active,
bring
A hero conquering in war!
8. So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw
nigh to thee with longing; we have streamed to thee
Coming like floods that
follow floods
9. Sitting like birds beside thy meath, mingled with milk,
which gladdeneth and exalteth thee,
Indra, to thee we sing aloud.
10. We
call on thee, O matchless one! We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm
ourselves,
Call on thee, wondrous, Thunder-armed.
1. 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.
2. Thus hath the Soma, gladdening draught, produced
the prayer that giveth joy:
Thou, mightiest, Thunder-armed, hast driven by
force the Dragon from the earth, lauding thine own supremacy.
3. By men hath
Indra been advanced, the Vritra-slayer, to joy and strength.
Him only we
invoke for help in battles whether great or small: be he our aid in deeds of
might!
4. Unconquered strength is only thine, Indra, Stonecaster,
Thunder-armed!
When thou with thy surpassing power smotest to death that
guileful beast, lauding thine own supremacy.
5. Go forward, meet the foe, be
bold; thy bolt of thunder is not checked!
Manliness, Indra, is thy strength.
Slay Vritra, make the waters thine, lauding thine own supremacy!
6. 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!
7. Wcll have they eaten and rejoiced; the friends have risen
and passed away:
The sages luminous in themselves have praised thee with
their latest hymn. Now, Indra, yoke thy two bay steeds!
8. Graciously listen
to our songs. Maghavan, be not negligent!
When wilt thou make us glorious?
Make this, only this thine end and aim. Now, Indra! yoke thy two bay
steeds.
9. Within the waters runs the Moon, he with the beauteous wings in
heaven.
Ye lightnings with your golden wheels, men find not your
abiding-place. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Sky!
10. To meet your
treasure-bringing car, the mighty car most dear to us.
Asvins, the Rishi is
prepared, your worshipper, with songs of praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear my
call!
1. 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!
2. With offerings of our own we choose thee, Agni,
as our Hotar priest,
Piercing and brightly shining-at your glad
carouse-served with trimmed grass at sacrifice. Thou waxest great.
3. O
heavenly Dawn, awaken us to ample opulence to-day,
Even as thou didst waken
us with Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high born! delightful with thy steeds!
4.
Send us a mind that brings delight, send energy and mental power.
Then-at
your glad carouse-let men joy in thy love, sweet juice! as kine in pasturage.
Thou waxest great,
5. Great, as his nature is, through power, terrible, he
hath waxed in strength,
Lord of bay steeds, strong-jawed, sublime, he in
joined hands for glory's sake hath grasped his iron thunderbolt.
6. He,
Indra, verily will mount the powerful car that finds the kine,
Who thinks
upon the well-filled bowl, the tawny coursers' harnesser. Now, Indra, yoke thy
two bay steeds!
7. I think of Agni who is kind, whom, as their home, the
milch-kine seek:
Whom fleet-foot coursers seek as home, and strong enduring
steeds as home. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
8. No peril, no
severe distress, ye Gods, affects the mortal man
Whom Aryaman and Mitra lead,
and Varuna, of one accord, beyond his foes.
1. Flow forth, O Soma, flow thou onward, sweet to Indra's Mitra's, Pushan's,
Bhaga's taste.
2. Run forth to battle, conquering the Vritras; thou speedest
to quell the foes like one exacting debts.
3. Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty
sea, as Father of the Gods, to every form.
4. Flow onward, Soma, flow for
mighty strength, as a strong courser, bathed, to win the prize.
5. Fair Indu
hath flowed on for rapturous joy, sage, for good fortune, in the waters'
lap.
6. In thee, effused. O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in
fight:
Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds.
7. Who are these
radiant men in serried rank, Rudra's young heroes, too, with noble steeds?
8.
Agni, with hymns may we now accomplish that which thou lovest,
Strength, like
a horse, auspicious strength with service.
9. The strong youths have come
forth to view, to show their strength, God Savitar's quickening energy:
Ye
warrior horsemen, win the heavens.
10. Soma, flow splendid with thy copious
stream in due succession through the ample fleece.
1. Giver from all sides, bring to us from every side, thou whom as strongest
we entreat!
2. This Brahman, comer at due time, named Indra, is renowned and
praised.
3. The Brahmans with their hymns exalting Indra increased his
strength that he might slaughter Ahi.
4. Anavas wrought a chariot for thy
courser, and Tvashtar, much-invoked! the bolt that gitters:
5. Rest, wealth
to him who longs for wealth! the riteless stirs not his love nor wins his way to
riches.
6. The cows are ever pure and all-supporting, the Gods are ever free
from stain and blemish.
7. With all thy beauty come! The kine approaching
with full udders follow on thy path.
8. May we, inhabiting a meath-rich
dwelling, increase our wealth, and think of thee, O Indra!
9. The Maruts with
fair hymns chant out their praise-song: this Indra, famed and youthful, shouts
accordant.
10. Sing to your Indra, mightiest Vritra-slayer, sing to the Sage
the song that he accepteth!
1. Observant Agni hath appeared, oblation-bearer with his car.
2. O Agni,
be our nearest friend, yea, our protector and our kind deliverer!
3. Like
wondrous Bhaga, Agni deals treasure among the mighty.
4. Far off or present
even now, send forth thy shouting first of all!
5. Dawn drives away her
sister's gloom, and through her excellence makes her retrace her path.
6. May
we, with Indra and the Gods to aid us, bring these existing worlds to full
completion!
7. Like streams of water on their way, let bounties, Indra, flow
from thee!
8. With this may we obtain strength god-appointed, happy with
brave sons through a hundred winters!
9. With strength let Mitra, Varuna
swell oblations; do thou prepare for us rich food, O Indra!
10. Indra is King
of all the world.
1. At the Trikadrukas the great and strong enjoyed the barley-brew. With
Vishnu did he drink the pressed-out Soma juice, even as he would.
That hath
so heightened him the great, the wide to do his mighty work. So did the God
attend the God, true Indu Indra who is true.
2. This God who sees for
thousands of mankind, the light, the thought of poets, and the Law,
The
brilliant one, hath sent forth hither all the Dawns: spotless, one-minded,
zealous in their home they dwell, with thought upon the Steer.
3. Come to us,
Indra, from afar, conducting us, as, to the gatherings, a Lord of heroes, as an
archer King, the heroes' Lord!
We come with gifts of pleasant food, with
flowing juice, invoking thee, as sons invite a sire, that we may win the spoil,
thee, bounteousest, for gain of spoil.
4. Loudly I call that Indra Maghavan,
the mighty, resistless, evermore possessing many glories.
Holy, most liberal,
may he lead us on to riches, through songs, and, thunder-armed make all our
pathways pleasant!
5. Heard be our prayer! In thought I honour Agni first:
now straightway we elect this heavenly company, Indra and Vayu we elect.
For
when our latest thought is raised and on Vivasvan centred well, then do our holy
songs go forward on their way, our songs as 'twere unto the Gods.
6. To
Vishnu, to the mighty whom the Maruts follow, let your hymns born in song go
forth, Evayamarut!
To the strong, very holy band adorned with bracelets, that
rushes on in joy and ever roars for vigour!
7. With this his golden splendour
purifying him, be with his own allies subdues all enemies, as Sura with his own
allies.
Cleansing himself with stream of juice he shines forth yellow-hued
and red, when with the praisers he encompasses all, forms, with praisers having
seven mouths.
8. I praise this God, parent of heaven and earth, exceeding
wise, possessed of real energy, giver of treasure, thinker dear to all,
Whose
splendour is sublime, whose light shone brilliant in, creation, who, wise and
golden-handed, in his beauty mader the sky.
9. Agni I deem our Hotar-priest,
munificent wealth-giver, Son of Strength, who, knoweth all that is, even as the
Sage who, knoweth all.
Lord of fair rites, a God with form erected turning to
the Gods, he, when the flame hath sprung forth from the holy oil, the offered
fatness, longs for it as it glows bright.
10. This, Indra! dancer! was thy
hero deed, thy first and ancient work, worthy to be told forth in
heaven,
Even thine who furtheredst life with a God's own power, freeing the
floods. All that is godless may he conquer with his might, and, Lord of Hundred
Powers, find for us strength and food!
1. High is thy juice's birth: though set it heaven, on earth it hath obtained
dread sheltering power and great renown.
2. In sweetest and most gladdening
stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way, pressed out for Indra, for his
drink!
3. Flow onward mighty with thy stream, inspiriting the Maruts' Lord,
winning all riches with thy power!
4. Flow onward with that juice of thine
most excellent, that brings delight, slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!
5.
Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing, cows who give the milk; the
tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
6. For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu,
very rich in meath, to seat thee in the place of song!
7. Strong,
mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams for rapturous joy.
Hawk-like he settles in his home.
8. Gold-hued! as one who giveth strength
flow on for Gods to drink, a draught for Vayu and the Marut host!
9. Soma,
the dweller on the hills, effused, hath flowed into the sieve. All-bounteous art
thou in carouse.
10. The Sage of heaven whose heart is wise, when laid
between both hands, with roars, gives us delightful powers of life.
1. The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly, pressed to
glorify our liberal lords.
2. The Somas, skilled in song, the waves, have led
the water forward, like buffaloes speeding to the woods.
3. Indu flow on, a
mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: drive all our enemies away!
4. For
thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana, call on thee, the brilliant looker
on the light.
5. Indu, enlightener, dear, the thought of poets, hath flowed
clearly, like a charioteer who starts the steed.
6. Through our desire of
heroes, kine, and horses, potent Soma drops, brilliant and swift, have been
effused.
God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening
juice: to Vayu mount as Law commands!
From heaven hath Pavamana made, as
'twere, the marvellous thunder, and the lofty light of all mankind.
9.
Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow forth abundantly with song,
flow onward with the stream of meath.
10. Reposing on the river's wave, the
Sage hath widely flowed around, bearing the bard whom many love.
1. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk, the
active crusher of the foe.
2. Active, while being purified, he hath assailed
all enemies: they deck the Sage with holy hymns.
3. Pouring all glories
hither, he, effused, hath passed within the jar: Indu on Indra is
bestowed.
4. From the two press-boards is the juice sent, like a car-horse,
to the sieve: the steed steps forward to the goal.
5. Impetuous, bright, have
they come forth, unwearied in their speed, like bulls, driving the black skin
far away.
6. Soma, thou flowest chasing foes, finder of wisdom and delight:
drive thou the godless folk afar!
Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou
gavest splendour to the Sun, speeding the waters kind to man!
8. Flow onward
thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vritra who compassed and stayed the
mighty floods!
9. Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild
delights battered the nine-and-ninety down!
10. Flow, pressed, into the
filter, speed the heavenly one who winneth wealth, who bringeth booty through
our juice!
1. The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: he gleams
and flashes with the Sun.
2. We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine,
the strong, that brings us bliss, the guardian, the desire of all.
3.
Adhvaryu, to the filter lead the Soma juice expressed with stones: make thou it
pure for Indra's drink.
4. Swift runs this giver of delight, even the stream
of flowingjuice: Swift runs this giver of delight.
5. Pour hitherward, O
Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength, and keep renown secure for
us!
-6. The ancient living ones have come unto a newer resting-place. They
made the Sun that he might shine.
7. Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud
roar to the reservoirs, resting in wooden vats, thy home!
8. O Soma, thou,
art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent sway: thou, mighty one,
ordainest laws.
9. For food, flow onward with thy stream, cleansed and made
bright by sapient men: Indu. with sheen approach the milk!
10. Soma, flow on
with pleasant stream, strong and devoted to the Gods, our friend, unto the
woollen sieve.
11. By this solemnity, Soma, thou, though great, hast been
increased: in joy thou, verily actest like a bull!
12. Most active and
benevolent, this Pavamana sent to us for lofty friendship meditates.
13.
Indu, to us for this great rite, bearing as 'twere thy wave to Gods, unwearied,
thou art flowing on.
14. Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma
floweth on, going to Indra's settled place.
1. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe: giver
of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of
gold.
2. Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred
gifts, who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams! He hath pressed Soma
out with stones.
3. Expressed by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long
wool of the sheep, thou, entering the press-boards even as men a fort, gold-hued
hast settled in the vats.
4. O Soma,--for the feast of Gods, river-like he
hath swelled with surge, sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes,
into the vat that drops with meath.
5. 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.
6. O Soma, Indu, every day thy
friendship hath been my delight. Many fiends follow me help me, thou tawny-hued:
pass on beyond these barriers!
7. Deft-handed! thou when purified liftest thy
voice amid the sea. Thou, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant,
much desired.
8. The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow, the
gladdening drink, intelligent drops above the station of the sea, exhilarating,
dropping meath.
9. Soma, while thou art cleansed, most dear and watchful in
the sheep's long wool, most like to Angiras! thou hast become a sage. Sprinkle
our sacrifice with mead!
10. Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for
Indra with his Marut host: he hastens o'er the fleece with all his thousand
streams: him, him the men make pure and bright.
11. Flow on, best winner of
the spoil, to precious gifts of every sort! Thou art a sea according to the
highest law, joy-giver, Soma! to the Gods
12. Over the cleansing sieve have
flowed the Pavamanas in a stream, girt by the Maruts, gladdening, steeds with
Indra's strength, for wisdom and for dainty food.
1. Run onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men speed
forward to the battle!
Making thee glossy like an able courser, forth to the
sacred grass with reins they lead thee.
2. The God declares the deities'
generations, like Uaana, proclaiming lofty wisdom.
With brilliant kin,
far-ruling, sanctifying, the wild boar, singing with his foot, advances.
3.
Three are the voices that the car-steed utters: he speaks the lore of prayer,
the thought of Order.
To the cows' master come the cows inquiring: the hymns
with eager longing come to Soma.
4. Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and
impulse, the God hath with his juice the Gods pervaded.
Pressed, singing, to
the sieve he goes, as passes the Hotar to enclosures holding cattle.
5.
Father of holy hymns Soma flows onward, the father of the earth, father of
heaven;
Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the father who begat Indra and
Vishnu
6. To him, praiseworthy, sacred tones have sounded, Steer of the
triple height, the life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood, like Varuna, a river,
lavishing treasure, he distributes blessings.
7. Guard of all being,
generating creatures, loud roared the sea as highest law commanded.
Strong,
in the filter, on the fleecy summit, pressed from the stone, Soma hath waxen
mighty.
8. Loud neighs the tawny steed when started, settling deep in the
wooden vessel while they cleanse him.
Led by the men he makes the milk his
raiment; then shall he, of himself, engender worship.
9. This thine own Soma,
rich in meath, O Indra, the Strong, hath flowed into the Strong One's
filter.
The swift steed, bounteous, giving hundreds, thousands, hath reached
the sacred grass which never fails him.
10. Flow onward, Soma, rich in meath,
and holy, enrobed in waters, on the fleecy summit!
Settle in vessels that are
full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra!
1. In forefront of the cars forth goes the hero, the leader, seeking spoil:
his host rejoices.
Soma endues his robe of lasting colours, and blesses, for
his friends, their calls on Indra.
2. Thy streams have been poured forth with
all their sweetness, when, cleansed thou passest through the woollen
filter.
The race of kine thou cleansest, Pavamana! Thou didst beget: and
speed the Sun with splendours.
3. Let us sing praises to the Gods: sing
loudly, send ye the Soma forth for mighty riches!
Let him flow,
sweetly-flavoured, through the filter: let the God Indu settle in the
beaker!
4. Urged on, the father of the earth and heaven hath gone forth like
a car to gather booty.
Going to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his
hands containing every treasure.
5. When, by the law of the Most High, in
presence of heaven and earth, the fond mind's utterance formed him.
Then,
loudly lowing, came the cows to Indu, the chosen, wellloved master in the
beaker.
6. Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage's
quickly-moving thoughts, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued child of
Surya, and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.
7. When beauties
strive for him as for a charger, then strive the songs as people for the
sunlight.
A mighty Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and hymns as 'twree a
stall that kine may prosper.
8. 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.
9. Pour
forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake, O
Indu!
Here, too, the bright one, wind-swift, full of wisdom, shall give a son
to him who cometh quickly.
10. Soma, the mighty, when, the waters' offspring,
he chose the Gods, performed that great achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted
strength to Indra: he, Indu, generated light in Surya.
11. As for a
chariot-race, the skilful speaker, first hymn, inventor, hath with song been
started.
The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit adorn the car-horse in the
resting-places.
12. Hastening onward like the waves of waters our holy hymns
are coming forth to Soma.
To him they go with lowly adoration, and, longing,
enter him who longs to meet them.
1. For first possession of your juice. for the exhilarating drink,
Drive
ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!
2. As
Pushan. Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.
He, Lord of
all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
3. The Somas, very
rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined,. flow
Effused, the source of
Indra's joy: may your strong juices reach the Gods!
4. For us the Soma juices
flow, the drops best furtherers of weal,
Effused as friends, without a spot,
benevolent, finders of the. light.
5. Stream on us riches that are craved by
hundreds, best at winning spoil,
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid,
that surpass the light!
6. The guileless ones are singing praise to Indra's
well-beloved friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the
new-born calf.
7. They for the bold and lovely one ply manly vigour like a
bow;
Bright, glad, in front of songs they spread to form a vesture for the
Lord.
8. Him with ths fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of
all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities.
9. Let
him, as mortal, crave this speech, for him who presses, of the juice,
As
Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away!
1. Graciously-minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er which
the youthful one grows great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now
the mighty Surya's car which moves to every side.
2. Spontaneous let our
drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed out and tawny-coloured, mightily, to the
Gods!
Still let our enemies, the godless, be in want, though filled with
food; and let our prayers obtain success!
3. Most beauteous of the beauteous,
Indra's thunderbolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the
vat.
Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him, and
milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.
4. Indu hath started forth for Indra's
settled place, and slights not, as a friend, the promise of his friend.
Soma
comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a course
of hundred paths.
5. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens; the
strength of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.
Thou, gold-hued,
started like a courser by brave men, art lightly showing forth thy splendour in
the streams.
6. Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the
furtherer of days, of mornings, and of heaven.
Breath of the rivers, he hath
roared into the jars, and with the help of sages entered Indra's heart.
7.
The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for this Soma
poured the genuine milky draught.
Four other beauteous creatures hath he made
for his adornment when he waxed in strength through holy rites.
8. Flow on to
indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together with the
fiend!
Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice: here be thy
flowing drops laden with opulence!
9. Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny
Bull, been pressed: the wondrous one hath bellowed to the kine.
While
purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee hawk-like on the
place that drops with oil.
10. The drops of Soma juice, like cows who yield
their milk, have flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the diety,
And, seated on
the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith
the address stream.
11. They balm him, balm him over, balm him thoroughly,
caress the mighty strength and balm it with the meath.
They seize the flying
Steer at the stream's breathing-place: cleansing with gold they grasp the animal
herein.
12. Spread is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as prince thou
enterest its limbs from every side.
The raw, whose mass hath not been heated,
gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.
1. To Indra, to the mighty one, let these gold-coloured juices go,
Drops
born as Law prescribes, that find the light of heavenj
2. Flow vigilant for
Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou forth;
Bring hither splendid strength
that finds the light of heaven!
3. Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him
who purifies himself.
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy
rites!
4. Friends, hymn your Lord who makes him pure for
rapturous
carouse: let them
Sweeten him, as a child, with lauds and sacred
gifts!
5. Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of'
sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old!
6. In
might, O Indu, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the Gods:
Rich in
meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy seat!
7. Soma, while filtered, with his
wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,
Roaring, while purified,
before the voice of song.
8. The speech is uttered for the Sage, for Soma
being purified:
Bring meed as 'twere to one who makes thee glad with
hymns!
9. Flow to us, Indu, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and,
steeds,
And do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue!
10. Voices have
sung aloud to thee as finder-out of wealth for us:
We clothe the hue thou
wearest with a robe of milk.
11. Gold-hued and lovely in his course through
tangles of the wooli he flows:
Stream forth heroic fame upon the
worshippers!
12. On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping
vat he flows:
The Rishis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.
I. For Indra flow, thou Soma, on, as most inspiring drink, exceeding rich in
sweets.
Great, most celestial, gladdening drink!
2. Make high and splendid
glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God, on the friend of Gods:
Unclose the
cask of middle air!
3. Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy,
speeding through the region and the flood,
Who swims in water, dwells in
wood!
4. Him, even this Steer who milks the heavens, him with a thousand
streams, distilling rapturous joy,
Him who brings all things excellent.
5.
Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of' wealth and sweet
refreshing food,
Soma who brings us quiet homes.
6. For, verily, Pavamana,
thou, divine! endued with brightest splendour calling all
Creatures to
immortality.
7. Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the
longwool of the sheep,
Sporting, as 'twere the waters' wave.
8. He who
from out the rocky cavern with his might took forth the red-refulgent
cows--
Thou drewest to thyself the stall of kine and steeds: burst
it,
brave Lord, like one in mail; yea, burst it, O brave Lord, like one in
mail!
Om. Glory to the Samaveda! to Lord Ganesa glory! Om.
1. Sing forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who now is purified,
Fain to pay
worship to the Gods!
2, Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have
commingled. milk.
Divine, God-loving, for the God.
3. Bring health to
cattle with thy flow, health to the people, health, to steeds,
Health, O thou
King, to growing plants!
1. Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes
brilliantly,
And form that shouteth all around.
2. Roused by his drivers
and sent forth, the strong Steed hath come: nigh for spoil,
As warriors when
they stand arrayed.
3. Specially, Soma, Sage, by day, coming together for our
weal,
Like Surya, flow for us to see!
1. The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, mighty one, have poured them
forth,
Like coursers eager for renown.
2. They have been poured upon the
Reece towards the meath-distilling vat:
The holy songs have rung aloud.
3.
Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached the
lake,
Have reached the shrine of sacrifice
1. Come, Agni, praised with song to feast and sacrificial offerings:
sit
As Hotar on the holy grass!
2. So, Angiras, we make thee strong with
fuel and with holy oil.
Blaze high, thou youngest of the Gods!
3. For us
thou winnest, Agni, God, heroic strength exceeding great, Far-spreading and of
high renown.
1. Varuna, Mitra, sapient pair, pour fatness on our pastures, pour
Meath
on the regions of the air!
2, Gladdened by homage, ruling far, ye reign by
majesty of might,
Pure in your ways, for evermore.
3. Lauded by
Jamadagni's song, sit in the shrine of sacrifice:
Drink Soma, ye who
strengthen Law!
1. Come, we have pressed theJuice for thee; O Indra, drink this Soma
here:
Sit thou on this my sacred grass!
2. O Indra, let thy long-maned
bays, yoked by prayer, bring thee hitherward!
Give ear and listen to our
prayers!
3. We Soma-bearing Brahmans call thee Soma-drinker with thy
friend,
We, Indra, bringing Soma juice.
1. Indra and Agni, moved by songs, come to the juice, the precious
dew:
Drink ye thereof, impelled by prayer!
2. Indra and Agni, with the man
who lauds comes visible sacrifice:
So drink ye both this flowing juice!
3.
With force of sacrifice I seek Indra, Agni who love the wise:
With Soma let
them sate them here!
1. High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath
obtained
Dread sheltering power and great renown.
2. Finder of room and
freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
For Varuna and the Marut
host!
3. Striving to win, with him we gain all riches from the enemy,
Yea,
all the glories of mankind,
1. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in watery robe.
Giver
of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of
gold.
2. He, milking for dear meath the heavenly udder, hath sat in the
ancient gathering-place.
Washed by the men, far-sighted, strong, thou
streamest to ther honourable reservoir.
1. Run onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men speed
forward to the battle.
Making thee glossy like an able courser, forth to the
sacred grass with reins they lead thee.
2. Indu, the well-armed God is
flowing onward, he who averts the curse and guards the homesteads.
Father,
begetter of the Gods, most skilful, the buttress of the heavens and earth's
supporter.
1. Like kine unmilked we call aloud, hero, to thee, and sing
thy
praise,
Looker on heavenly light, Lord of this moving world, Lord,
Indra! of what moveth not.
2. None other like to thee, of earth or of the
heavens, hath been or ever will be born.
Desiring horses, Indra Maghavan! and
kine, as men of might we call on thee.
1. With what help will he come to us, wonderful, everwaxing friend?
With
what most mighty company?
2. What genuine and most liberal draught will
spirit thee with juice to burst
Open e'en strongly-guarded wealth?
3. Do
thou who art protector of us thy friends who praise thee
With hundred aids
approach us!
1. As cows low to their calves in stalls, so with our songs we
glorify
This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks attack, who takes
delight in precious juice.
2. Celestial, bounteous giver, girt about with
might, rich, mountain-like, in pleasant things,--
Him swift we seek for
foodful booty rich in kine, brought hundredfold and thousandfold.
1. Loud-singing at tbe sacred rite where Soma flows, we priests
invoke.
With haste, that he may help, as the bard's cherisher. Indra who
findeth wealth for you.
2. Whom, fair of cheek, in rapture of the juice, the
firm resistless slayers hinder not:
Giver of glorious wealth to him who sings
his praise, honouring him who toils and pours.
1. In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy
way,
Pressed out for Indra, for his drink!
2. Fiend-queller, friend of all
men, he hath reached his shrine, his dwelling-place.
Within the iron-hammered
vat.
3. Be thou best Vritra-slaver, best granter of room, most
liberal:
Promote our wealthy princes' gifts!
1. For Indra flow, thou Soma, on, as most inspiring drink, most rich in
sweets,
Great, most Celestial, gladdening drink!
2. Thou of whom having
drunk the Steer acts like a steer: having drunk this that finds the
light,
He, excellently wise, hath come anear to food and booty, even as
Etasa.
1. To Indra, to the mighty let these golden-coloured juices go,
Drops born
as Law prescribes, that find the light of heaven!
2. This juice that gathers
spoil flows, pressed, for Indra, for his maintenance.
Soma bethinks him of
the conqueror, as he knows.
3. Yea, Indra in the joys of this obtains the
grasp that gathers spoil,
And, winning waters, wields the mighty
thunderbolt.
1. For first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink,
Drive
ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!
2. He who
with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hitherward,
Indu, is like an
able steed.
3. With prayer all-reaching let the men tend unassailable Soma:
be-
The stones prepared for sacrifice!
1. Graciously- minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er which
the youthful one grows great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now
the mighty
Surya's car which moves to every side.
2. The speaker,
unassailable master of this prayer, the tongue of sacrifice, pours forth the
pleasant meath.
As son be sets the name of mother and of sire in the far
distance, in the third bright realm of heaven.
3. Sending forth flashes he
hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir.
The
milkers of the sacrifice have sung to him: Lord of three heights, thou shinest
brightly o'er the Dawns.
1. Sing to your Agni with each song, at every sacrifice for
strength!
Come, let us praise the wise and everlasting God, even as a
well-beloved friend:
2. The Son of Strength; for is be not our gracious Lord?
Let us serve him who bears our gifts!
In battles may he be our help and
strengthener, yea, be the saviour of our lives!
1. O Agni, come; far other songs of praise will I sing forth to thee.
Wax
mighty with these Soma drops!
2. Where'er thy mind applies itself, vigour
preeminent hast thou:
There wilt thou gain a dwelling-place.
3. Not for a
moment only lasts thy bounty, Lord of many men:
Our service therefore shalt
thou gain.
1. We call on thee, O matchless one. We, seeking help, possessing nothing
firm ourselves.
Call on thee, wondrous, thunder-armed:
2. On thee for aid
in sacrifice, This youth of ours, the bold, the terrible, bath gone forth.
We
therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, spoil winner, as our
succourer.
1. So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw near to thee with longing; we have
streamed to thee
Coming like floods that follow floods.
2. As rivers swell
the ocean, so, hero, our prayers increase thy might,
Though of thyself, O
Thunderer, waxing day by day.
3. With holy song they bind to the broad
wide-yoked car the bay steeds of the quickening God,
Bearers of Indra, yoked
by word.
I. Invite ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma
juicel
All-conquering Satakratu, most munificent of all who live!
2.
Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song renowned of old:
His name is
Indra, tell it forth!
3. Indra, the dancer, be to us the giver of abundant
wealth:
The mighty bring it us knee-deep!
1. Sing ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of tawny steeds,
The
Soma-drinker, O my friends!
2. To him, the bounteous, say the laud, and let
us glorify, as men
May do, the giver of true gifts!
3. O Indra, Lord of
boundless might, for us thou seekest spoil and kine,
Thou seekest gold for
us, good Lord!
1. This, even this, O Indra, we implore: as thy devoted friends,
The
Kanvas praise thee with their hymns.
2. Naught else, O Thunderer, have I
praised in the skilled singer's eulogy;
On thy laud only have I
thought.
3. The Gods seek him who presses out the Soma; they desire not
sleep:
They punish sloth unweariedly
1. For Indra, lover of carouse, loud be our songs about the juice:
Let
poets sing the song of praise
2. We summon Indra to the draught, in whom all
glories rest, in whom
The seven communities rejoice.
3. At the Trikadrukas
the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind:
Let our songs aid and prosper
it!
1. Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred grass:
Run
hither, come and drink thereof!
2. Strong-rayed! adored with earnest hymns!
this juice is shed for thy delight:
Thou art invoked, Akhandala!
3. To
Kundapayya, grandson's son, grandson of Sringavrish! to thee,
To him have I
addressed my thought.
1. Indra, as one with mighty arm, gather for us with thy right
hand,
Manifold and nutritious spoil!
2. We know thee mighty in thy deeds,
of mighty bounty, mighty wealth.
Mighty in measure, prompt to aid.
3. Hero
when thou wouldst give thy gifts, neither the Gods nor mortal men
Restrain
thee like a fearful bull.
VII Indra
1. Hero, the Soma being shed, I pour the juice for thee to drink:
Sate
thee and finish thy carouse!
2. Let not the fools, or those who mock, beguile
thee when they seek thine aid:
Love not the enemy of prayer!
3. Here let
them cheer thee well supplied with milk to great munificence:
Drink as the
wild bull drinks the lake!
I. Here is the Soma juice expressed: O Vasu, drink till thou art
full!
Undaunted God, we give it thee!
2. Washed by the men, pressed out
with stones, strained through the filter made of wool,
'Tis like a courser
bathed in streams.
3. This juice have we made sweet for thee like barley,
blending it with milk.
Indra, I call thee to our feast.
1. So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been expressed for thee with
strength:
Drink of it, thou who lovest song!
2. Incline thy body to the
juice which suits thy godlike nature well:
Thee, Soma-lover! let it
cheer!
3. O Indra, let it enter both thy flanks, enter thy head with
prayer,
With bounty, hero! both thine arms!
1. O Come ye hither, sit ye down; to Indra sing ye forth your
song,
Companions, bringing hymns of praise,
2. Laud Indra, richest of the
rich, who ruleth over noblest wealth,
Beside the flowing Soma juice!
3.
May he stand near us in our need with all abundance, for our wealth:
With
strength may he come nigh to us!
1. In every need, in every fray we call, as friends to succour us,
Indra,
the mightiest of all.
2. I call him, mighty to resist, the hero of our
ancient home,
Thee whom my sire invoked of old.
3. If he will hear us, let
him come with succour of a thousand kinds,
With strength and riches, to our
call!
1. When Somas flow thou makest pure, Indra, thy mind that merits laud,
For
gain of strength that ever grows: for great is he.
2. In heaven's first
region, in the seat of Gods, is he who brings success,
Most glorious, prompt
to save, who wins the waterfloods.
3. Him I invoke, to win the spoil, even
mighty Indra for the fray.
Be thou most near to us for bliss, a friend to
aid!
1. With this mine homage I invoke Agni for you, the Son of Strength.
Dear,
wisest envoy, skilled in noble sacrifice, immortal, messanger of all.
2. His
two red horses, all-supporting, let him yoke: let him, well-worshipped, urge
them fast!
Then hath the sacrifice good prayers and happy end, the heavenly
gift of wealth to men.
1. Advancing, sending forth her rays, the daughter of the Sky is seen.
The
mighty one lays bare the darkness with her eye, the friendly Lady makes the
light.
2. The Sun ascending, the refulgent star, pours down his beams.
together with the Dawn.
O Dawn, at thine arising, and, the Sun's, may we
attain the share allotted us!
1. These morning sacrifices call you, Asvins, at the break of day.
For
help have I invoked you rich in power and might: for, house by house, ye visit
all.
2. Ye, heroes, have bestowed wonderful nourishment: send it to him whose
songs are sweet.
One-minded, both of you, drive your car down to us: drink
yethe savoury Soma juice!
1. After his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk
from
The Sage who wins a thousand spoils.
2. In aspect he is like the Sun:
he runneth forward to the lakes: Seven currents flowing to the sky.
3. He,
while they purify him, stands high over all things that exist Soma, a God as
Surya is.
1. By generation long ago this God, engendered for the Gods,
Flows tawny
to the straining cloth.
2. According to primeval plan this poet hath been
strengthened by,
The sage as God for all the Gods.
3. Shedding the ancient
fiuid thou art poured into the cleansing sieve:
Roaring, thou hast produced
the Gods.
1. Bring near us those who stand aloof: strike fear into our enemy:
O
Pavamana, find us wealth!
2. To him the active, nobly born.
3. Sing ye
your songs to him, O men!
1. The Somas skilled in song, the waves have led the water forward,
like
Buffaloes speeding to the woods.
2. With stream of sacrifice the
brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store
Of kine into the wooden
vats.
3. To Indra, Vayu. Varuna to Vishnu and the Maruts let
The Soma
juices flow expressed.
1. O Soma, for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with
surge,
Sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes, into the vat
that drops with meath.
2. Like a dear son how must be decked, the bright and
shining one hath clad him in his robe.
Men skilful at their work drive him
forth, like a car, into the rivers from their hands.
1. The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly,
pressed.
To glorify our liberal lords.
2. Now like a swan hemaketh all the
company sing each his hymm
He like steed is bathed in milk.
3. And Trita's
maidens onward urge the tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for
his drink.
1. Herewith flow on, thou friend of Gods! Singing, thou runnest round the
sieve oni every side.
The streams of meath have been effused.
2. Lovely,
gold-coloured, on he flows.
3. For him who presses, of the juice.
1. Soma, as leader of the song, flow onward with thy wondrous aid.
For
holy lore of every sort!
2. Do thou as leader of the song, stirring the
waters of the sea,
Flow onward, known to all mankind!
1 O Soma, O thou
Sage, these worlds stand ready to enhance thy might:
The milch-kine run for
thy behoof.
1. Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:
Drive all our
enernies away!
2. And in thy friendship, Indu, most sublime and glorious, may
we
Subdue all those who war with us!
3. Those awful weapons which thou
hast, sharpened at point to strike men down--
Guard us therewith from every
foe!
1. O Soma, thou art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent sway,
2.
Steer-strong thy might is like a steer's, steer-strong the wood, steer-strong
the juice:
A steer indeed, O Steer, art thou.
3. Thou, Indu, as a vigorous
horse, hast neighed together steeds and kine:
Unbar for us the doors to
wealth!
1. For thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana call on thee,
The
brilliant looker on the light.
2. When thou art sprinkled with the streams,
thou reachest, purified by men,
Thy dwelling in the wooden vat.
3. Do
thou, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength.
O Indu, come thou
hitherward!
1. We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er
The
limit of the cleansing sieve.
2. With those same waves which in their stream
o'erflow the purifying sieve,
Soma, be gracious unto us!
3. O Soma, being
purified, bring us from all sides-for thou canst-
Riches and food with hero
sons!
1. Agni we choose as envoy, skilled performer of this holy rite,
Hotar,
possessor of all wealth.
2. With constant calls they invocate Agni, Agni,
Lord of the house,
Oblation-bearer, much-beloved
3. Bring the Gods hither,
Agni, born for him who trims the Sacred grass:
Thou art our Hotar, meet for
praise!
1. Mitra and Varuna we call to drink the draught of Soma juice,
Those born
endowed with holy strength.
2. Those who by Law uphold the Law, Lords of the
shining light of Law,
Mitra I call, and Varuna.
3. Let Varuna be our chief
defence, let Mitra guard us with all aids,
Both make us rich exceedingly!
1. Indra the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their
lauds,
Indra the choirs have glorified.
2. Indra is close to his two bays,
with chariot ready at his word,
Indra the golden, thunder-armed.
3. Help
us in battles Indra, in battles where thousand spoils are gained,
With awful
aids, O awful one!
4. Indra raised up the son aloft in heaven, that he may
see afar:
He burst the mountain for the kine.
1. To Indra and to Agni we bring reverence high and holy hymn,
And,
craving help, soft words with prayer.
2. For all these holy singers thus
implore these twain to succour them,
And priests that they may win them
strength.
3. Eager to laud you, we with songs invoke you, bearing sacred
food,
Fain for success in sacrifice.
1. Flow onward, mighty with thy stream, inspiriting the Marut's
Lord,
Winning all riches with thy power!
2. I send thee forth to battle
from the press, O Pavamana, strong,
Sustainer, looker on the light!
3.
Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawnycoloured, with thy
stream:
Incite to battle thine ally!
1. A Red Bull bellowing to the kine, thou goest, causing the heavens and
earth to roar and thunder.
A shout is heard like Indra's in the battle: thou
flowest on, sending this voice before thee.
2. Swelling with milk, abounding
in sweet juices, urging the meathrich plant thou goest onward.
Making loud
clamour, Soma Pavamana, thou flowest when thou art effused for Indra.
3. So
flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, turning the weapon of the water's
holder!
Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the
kine. O Soma!
1. That we may win us wealth and power we poets verily, call on thee:
In
war men call on thee, Indra, the hero's Lord, in the steed's race-course call on
thee
2. As such, O wonderful, whose hand holds thunder, praised as mighty,
Caster of the Stone!
Pour on us boldly, Indra, kine and chariot-steeds, ever
to be the conqueror's strength!
1. To you will I sing Indra's praise who gives good gifts, as we I we
know;
The praise of Maghavan who, rich in treasure, aids his singers with
wealth thousandfold.
2. As with a hundred hosts, he rushes boldly on, and for
the offerer slays his foes.
As from a mountain fiow the water-brooks, thus
flow his gifts who feedeth many a one.
1. O Thunderer, zealous worshippers gave thee drink this time
yesterday:
So, Indra, listen here to him who offers lauds: come near unto our
dwelling-place!
2. Lord of bay steeds, fair-helmed, rejoice thee: thee we
seek. Here the disposers wait on thee.
Thy glories, meet for praise! are
highest by the juice, O Indra, lover of the song.
1. Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings
delight,
Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!
2. Killing the foeman and his
hate, and daily winning spoil and strength,
Gainer art thou of steeds and
kine.
3. Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely
breast,
Falcon-like resting in thine home!
1. As Pashan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him
pure.
He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and
heaven.
2. The dear cows sang in joyful mood together to the gladdening
drink.
The drops as they are purified, the Soma juices, make the paths.
3.
O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed,
Which the
Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence!
1. Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer of
days, of mornings, and of heaven.
Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into
the jars, and with the help of sages entered Indra's heart.
2. On, with the
sages, flows the poet on his way, and guided by the men, hath streamed into the
vats.
He, showing Trita's name, hath caused the meath to flow, increasing
Vayu's strength to make him Indra's friend.
3. He, being purified, hath made
the mornings shine, and it is he who gave the rivers room to flow.
Making the
three-times seven pour out the milky stream, Soma, the cheerer, yields whate'er
the heart finds sweet.
1. For so thou art the brave man's friend; a hero, too, art thou, and
strong:
So may thy heart be won us!
2. So hath the offering. wealthiest
Lord, been paid by all the worshippers.
So dwell thou, Indra, even with
us!
3. Be not thou like a slothful priest, O Lord of spoil and strength:
rejoice
In the pressed Soma blent with milk!
1. All sacred songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea.
Best of all
warriors borne on cars, the Lord of heroes, Lord of strength.
2. Lord of
might, Indra, may we ne'er, strong in thy friendship, be afraid!
We glorify
with praises thee, the never conquered conqueror.
3. The gifts of Indra from
of old, his saving succours never fail,
When to his worshippers he gives the
boon of booty rich in kine.
1. These rapid Soma-drops have been poured through the purifying sieve.
To
bring us all felicities.
2. Dispelling manifold mishap, giving the courser's
progeny,
Yea, and the warrior steed's, success.
3. Bringing prosperity to
kine, they pour perpetual strengthening food
On us for noble eulogy.
1. King Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf,
To travel
through, the realm of air.
2. Pressed for the banquet of the Gods, O Soma,
bring us might,and speed,
Like beauty for a'brilliant show!
3. Bring us, O
Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds.
The gift of fortune for
our help!
1. With sacrifice we seek to thee fair cherisher of manly might
In mansons
of the lofty heavens.
2. Drink gladdening, crusher of the bold, praiseworthy,
with most mighty sway,
Destroyer of a hundred forts.
3. Hence riches came
to thee, the King, O sapient one: the strong-winged bird,
Unwearied, brought
thee from the sky.
4. And now, sent forth, he hath attained to mighty power
and majesty,
Active and ready to assist.
5. That each may see the light,
the bird brought us the guard of Law, the friend
O fall, the speeder through
the air.
1. For food, flow onward with thy stream, cleansed and made bright by sapient
men:
Indu, with sheen approach the milk!
2. While thou art cleansed,
song-lover. bring comfort and vigourto the folk,
Poured, tawny one! on milk
and curds!
3. Purified for feast of Gods, go thou to Indra's
resting-place,
Resplendent, furthered by the strong!
1. By Agni Agni is inflamed, Lord of the house, wise, young,. who
bears
Our gifts: the ladle is his mouth.
2. God, Agni, be his sure defence
who, lord of sacrificial gifts.
Worshippeth thee the messenger.
3. Be
gracious, brilliant Godl to him who, rich in sacred gifts,would fain
Call
Agni to the feast of Gods!
1. Mitra of holy strength I call, and foe-destroying Varuna,
Who perfect
prayer with offered oil.
2. By Law, O Mitra, Varuna, Law-strengtheners who
cleave to Law,
Have ye obtained your lofty power.
3. The Sages, Mitra,
Varuna, of wide dominion, mighty ones,
Bestow on us effectual strength.
1. So mayst thou verily be seen coming with fearless Indra: both
Of equal
splendour, bringing bliss!
2. Thereafter they, as is their wont, resumed the
state of new-born babes,
Taking their sacrificial name.
3. Thou, Indra,
with the rapid Gods who shatter even what is firm,
Even in the cave didst
find the cows.
1. I call the twain whose deed wrought here hath all been famed in ancient
time:
Indra and Agni harm us not!
2. The strong, the scatterers of the
foe, Indra and Agni we invoke:
May they be kind to one like me:
3. Ye slay
our Arya foes, O Lords of heroes, slay our Dasa foes:
Ye drive all enemies
away.
1. The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow the gladdening
drink,
Intelligent drops above the station of the sea, exhilarating, dropping
meath.
2. May Pavamana, King and God, speed with his wave over the sea the
lofty rite!
Do thou by Mitra's and by Varuna's decree flow furthering the
lofty rite:
3. Far-seeing, lovely, guided by the men, the God whose
habitation is the sea!
1. Three are the voices that the car-steed utters: he speaks the lore of
prayer, the thought of Order.
To the cows' master come the cows inquiring:
the hymns with eager longing come to Soma.
2. To Soma come the cows, the
milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with their hymns inquiring.
Soma, effused,
is purified and lauded: our hymns and Trishtup songs unite in Soma.
3. Thus,
Soma, as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified, flow for our
welfare!
Pass into Indra. with great joy and rapture: make the voice swell,
and generate abundance!
1. O Indra, if a hundred heavens and if a hundred earths were thine,--
No,
not a hundred suns could match thee at thy birth, not both the worlds, O
Thunderer.
2. Thou, hero, hast performed thy hero deeds with might, yea, all
with strength, O strongest one.
Maghavan, help us to a stable full of kine, O
Thunderer, with wondrous aids!
1. We compass thee like water, we whose grass is trimmed and Soma
pressed.
Here where the filter pours its stream, thy worshippers round thee,
O Vritra-slayer, sit.
2. Men, Vasu! by the Soma with lauds call thee to the
foremost place.
When cometh he athirst unto the juice as home, O Indra, like
a bellowing bull?
3. O valiant hero, boldly win thousandfold spoil with
Kanva's sons!
O active Maghavan, with eager prayer we crave the yellowhued
with store of kine.
1. With Plenty for his true ally the active man will gain the spoil.
Your
Indra, much-invoked, I bend with song, as bends a wright his wheel of solid
wood.
2. They who bestow great riches love not paltry praise: wealth comes
not to the niggard churl.
Light is the task to give, O Maghavan, to one like
me on the decisive day.
1. Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing cows. who give the
milk:
The tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
2. The young and sacred mothers of
the holy rite have uttered praise,
Embellishing the Child of Heaven.
3.
From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas.
Filled
full of riches thousandfold!
1. The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is distined,
flow
Effused, the source of Indra's joy: may you strong juices reach the Gods!
2.
Indu flows on for Indra's sake,-thus have the deities declared.
The Lord of
Speech exerts himself, controller of all power and might.
3. Inciter of the
voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean flows.
Even Soma, Lord of
opulence, the friend of Indra, day by day.
1. SPREAD is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as prince thou enterest its
limbs from every side.
The raw; whose mass bath not been heated. gains not
this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.
2. High in the
seat of heaven is placed the scorcher's sieve: its, threads are standing
separate, glittering with light.
The swift ones favour him who purifieth
this: with brilliancy they mount up to the height of heaven.
3. The foremost
spotted Steer bath made the Mornings shine: he bellows, fain for war, among
created things.
By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers
who behold mankind laid down the germ.
1. Sing forth to him, the holy, most munificent, sublime with his refulgent
glow,
To Agni, ye Upastutas
2. Worshipped with gifts, enkindled, splendid,
Maghavan shall win
himself heroic fame:
And will not his more plentiful
benevolence come to us with abundant strength?
1. We sing this strong and wild delight of thine which conquers in the
fray,
Which, Caster of the Stone! gives room and shines like gold.
2.
Wherewith thou foundest shining lights for Ayu and for Manu's sake:
Now
joying in this sacred grass thou bearnest forth.
3. This day too singers of
the hymn praise, as of old, this might of thine:
Win thou the waters every
day, thralls of the strong!
1. O Indra, hear Tirschi's call, the call of him who serveth thee.
Satisfy
him with wealth of kine and valient offspring! Great art thou.
2. For he, O
Indra, hath produced for thee the newest gladdening song,
A hymn that springs
from careful drop thought, ancient and full of sacred truth.
3. That Indra
will we laud whom songs and hymns of praise have magnified.
Striving to win,
we celebrate his many deeds of hero might.
1. Fleet as swift steeds thy cows celestial have been poured, O Pavamana,
with the milk into the vat.
Sages who make thee bright, O friend whom Rishis
love, have shed continuous streams from out the realm of air.
2. The beams of
Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven his ensigns who is ever stedfast, travel
round.
When on the sieve the golden-hued is cleansed he rests within the jars
as one who seats him in his place.
3. O thou who seest all things, sovran as
thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass every form.
Pervading with
thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's Lord, O Soma, thou
art King.
1. From heaven hath Pavamana, made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder,
and
The lofty light of all mankind.
2. The gladdening and auspicious juice
of thee, O Pavamana, King!
Flows o'cr the woollen straining-cloth.
3. Thy
juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad fixe splendid skill,
Like lustre,
all heaven's light, to see.
1. Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed, like
bulls,
Driving the black skin far away.
2. May we attain the bridge of
bliss, leaving the bridge of woe behind:
The riteless Dasa may we
quell!
3. The mighty Pavamana's roar is heard as 'twere the rush of
rain
The lightning-Rashes move in heaven.
4. Indu, pour out abundant food
with store of cattle and of gold,
Of heroes, Soma! and of steeds!
5. Flow
onward, dear to all mankind fi full the mighty heaven and earth,
As Dawn, as
Surya with his beams
6. On every side, O Soma, flow round us with thy
protecting stream,
As Rasa flows around the world!
1. Flow on, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved
form,
Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
2. Preparing what is unprepared,
and bringing store of food to man,
Make thou the rain descend from
heaven
3. Even here is he who, swift of course, hath with the river's wave
Rowed down.
From heaven upon the straining cloth.
4. With might. producing
glare, the juice enters the purifying sieve,
Far-seeing, sending forth its
light.
5. Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the
juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath.
6. In union they have sung the
hymn: with stones they urge the golden-hued,
Indu for Indra, for his
drink.
1. The glittering maids send Sdra forth, the glorious sisters,
closeallied,
Send Indu forth, their mighty Lord.
2. Pervade, O Pavamana,
all our treasures with repeated light,
Pressed out, O God thyself, for
Gods!
3. Pour on us, Pavamana! rain, as service and fair praise for
Gods:
Pour forth unceasingly for food!
1. The watchful guardian of the people hath been born, Agni, the very strong,
for fresh prosperity.
With oil upon his face. with high heaven-touching
flame, he shineth splendidly, pure, for the Bharatas.
2. O Agni, the
Angirasas discovered thee what time thou layest hidden, fleeing back from wood
to wood.
Thou by attrition art produced as conquering might, and men, O
Angiras, call thee the Son of Strength.
3. The men enkindle Agni in his
threefold seat, ensign of sacrifice, the earliest bousehold-priest.
With
Indra and the Gods together on the grass let the wise priest sit to complete the
sacrifice!
1. This Soma hath been pressed for you, Low-strengtheners, Mitra,
Varuna!
List, list ye here to this may call!
2. Both Kings who never
injure aught have come to their sublimest home,
The thousand-pillared, firmly
based.
3. Worshipped with fat libation. Lords of gifts, Adityas, sovran
Kings,
They wait on him whose life is true.
1. Armed with the bones of dead Dadhyach, Indra with unresisted. might
The
nine-and-ninety Vritras slew.
2. He, searching for the horse's head that in
the mountains lay concealed,
Found it in Saryandvdn lake.
3. Then straight
they recognized the mystic name of the creative Steer.
There in the mansion
of the Moon.
I. As rain from out the cloud, for you, Indra and Agni, from my
thought
This noblest praise hath been produced.
2. Indra and Agni, listen
to the singer's call: accept his songs.
Fulfil, ye mighty Lords, his
prayers!
3. Give us not up to indigence, ye heroes, Indra, Agni, nor
To
Slander and reproach of men!
1. Gold-Hued! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a
draught
For Vayu and the Marut host!
2. The Steer shines brightly with the
Gods, dear Sage in his appointed home.
Even Pavamana unbeguiled.
3. O
Pavamana, sent by prayer, roaring about thy dwelling-place,
Ascend to Vayu as
Law bids!
1. O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight.
Many
fiends follow me; help me, thou tawny-hued: pass on beyond these barriers!
2.
Close to thy bosom am I. Soma, day and night draining the milk, O golden
hued.
Surya himself refulgent with his glow have we, as birds, o'ertaken in
his course.
1. Active, while being purified, he hath assailed all enemies: They deck the
Sage with holy hymns.
2. The Red hath mounted to his shrine; strong Indra
hath approached the juice:
In his firm dwelling let him rest!
3. O Indu,
Soma, send us now great opulence from every side:
Pour on us treasures
thousandfold!
1. Drink Soma, Indra Lord of bays! and let it cheer thee: the stone, like a
well-guided courser,
Directed by the presser's arms bath pressed it.
2. So
let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of bays, thou
slayest Vritras,
Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasuresl
3. Mark
closely, Maghavan, the word I utter, this eulogy recited by
Vasislitha:
Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet!
1. Heroes of one accord brought forth and formed for kingship
Indra who
wins the victory in all encounters,
For power, in firmness, in the field, the
great destroyer, fierce and exceeding strong, stalwart and full of vigour.
2.
The holy sages form a ring, to view and sing unto the Ram.
Inciters, very
brilliant, from all deceit, are with your chariters nigh to hear.
3. Bards
joined in song to Indra so that he might drink the Soma juice.
The Lord of
light, that he whose laws stand fast might aid with power and with the help he
gives.
1. He who as sovran Lord of men moves with his chariots unrestrained,
The
Vritra-slayer, conqueror of all fighting hosts, preeminents, is praised in
song.
2. Honour that Indra, Puruhanman! for his aid, him in whose hand of old
the fair
Sustaining bolt of thunder, mighty like the God, like Surya, was
deposited!
1. The Sage of heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both hands, with
roars,
Gives us delightful powers of life.
2. He, the bright son, when
born, illumed his parents who had sprung to life,
Great Son, great
strengtheners of Law.
3. On, onward to a glorious home, free from all guile
and dear to. men,
Flow with enjoyment to our praise!
1. For, verily, Pavamana, thou, divine! endued with brightest splendour,
calling all
Creatures to immortality.
4. With whom Dadhyach Navagva opened
fastened doors, by whom the sages gained their wish,
By whom they won the
fame of lovely Amrita in the felicity of Gods.
1. Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the
sheep,
Roaring, while purified, before the voice of song.
2. With prayers
they cleanse the mighty steed, sporting in wood, above the fleece:
Our hymns,
intoned, have praised him of the triple height.
3. He hath been hastened to
the jars, bountiful, like an eager horse,
And, lifting up his voice, while
filtered, glided on.
1. Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward, the father of the earth, father
of heaven.
Father of Agni, Surya's generator, the father who begat Indra and
Vishnu.
2. Brahman of Gods, the leader of the poets, Rishi of sages, chief of
savage creatures,
Falcon amid the vultures, axe of forests, over the
cleansing sieve goes Soma singing.
3. He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath
stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises
Beholding these inferior
powers, the hero, well knowing, takes his stand among the cattle.
I. Hither, for powerful kinship, I call Agni, him who prospers you,
Most
frequent at our solemn rites.
2. That through this famed one's power he may
stand by us, even as Tvasbtar comes
Unto the forms that must be shaped.
3.
This Agni is the Lord supreme above all glories' mid the Gods:
May he come
nigh to us with strength.
1. This poured libation, Indra drink, immortal, gladdening,
excellent!
Streams of the bright have flowed to thee here at the seat of holy
Law.
2. When, Indra, thou dost guide thy bays, there is no better
charioteer:
None hath surpassed thee in thy might, none with good steeds
o'ertaken thee.
3. Sing glory now to Indra, say to him your solemn
eulogies!
The drops poured forth have made him glad: pay reverence to his
noblest might!
1. Indra, be pleased: drive forward, hero, striker of thy bays!
Fair, like
a sage, delighting in the meath, drink of the juice for rapturous joy.
2. O
Indra, fill thy belly anew with meath that seems to flow from heaven.
The
sweet-voiced raptures of this juice have come, as 'twere to heaven. to
thee.
3. Indra, victorious, Mitra-like, smote, like a Yati, Vritra
dead.
As Bhrigu quelled his foes, he cleft Vala in Soma's rapturous joy.
1. 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.
2. 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!
3. 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!
1. The streams of Pavamana, thine, finder of all I have been ettused,
Even
as Surya's rays of light.
2. Making the light that shines from heaven thou
flowest on to every form,
Soma, thou swellest like a sea.
3. Shown forth
thou sendest out thy voice, O Pavamana, with a roar.
Like Surya, God, as Law
commands.
1. Hitherward have the Somas streamed, the drops while they are
purified:
When blent, in waters they are raised.
2. The milk hath run to
meet them like floods rushing down a precipice:
They come to Indra, being
cleansed.
3. O Soma Pavamana, thou flowest as Indra's gladdener: The men have
seized and lead thee forth.
4. Thou, Indu, when, expressed by stones, thou
runnest to the filter, art
Ready for Indra's high decree.
5. Victorious,
to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow delighting men,
As the supporter of
mankind!
6. Flow on, best Vritra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful
lauds,
pure, purifying, wonderful
7. Pure, purifying, is he called, Soma
effused and full of sweets,
Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.
1. The Sage hath robed him in the sheep's wool for the banquet of the
Gods,
Subduing all our enemies.
2. For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold
riches in the shape
Of cattle to the worshippers.
3. Thou graspest all
things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts:
As such, O Soma, find
us fame!
4. Pour on us lofty glory, send sure riches to our liberal
lords:
Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
5. As thou art cleansed, O
wondrous steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like
A pious king, into the
songs,
6. He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made
bright
With hands, is resting in the press.
7. Disporting, like a liberal
chief, thou goest. Soma to the sieve,
Lending the laud heroic strength.
1. Pour on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of
nourishment!
And, Soma, all felicities!
2. As thine, O Indu, is the
praise, and thine what springeth from, the juice,
Seat thee on the dear
sacred grass!
3. And, finding for us steeds and kine, O Soma, with thy juice
flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly!
4. As one who conquers, ne'er
subdued, attacks and slays the enemy,
Thus, vanquisher of thousands!
flow!
1. Thou, Indu, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for
help,
Hast settled in the cleansing sieve.
2. So flow thou onward through
the fleece, for Indra flow to be his drink,
Seating thee in the shrine of
Law!
3. As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and
milk,
O Soma, for the Angirasas!
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
1. Even far and wide, O Varuna and Mitra, doth your help extend:
May I
obtain your kind good-will!
2. True Gods, may we completely gain food and a
dwelling place from you:
Ye Mitras, may we be your own!
3. Guard us, ye
Mitras, with your guards, save us, ye skilled to save: may we
Subdue the
Dasyus by ourselves!
I. Arising in thy might, thy jaws thou shookest Indra, having drunk
The
Soma which the press had shed.
2. Indra, both world gave place to thee as
thou wast fighting, when thou wast
The slayer of the Dasyu hosts.
3. From
Indra, have I measured out a song eight-footed with nine parts,
Delicate,
strengthening the Law.
1. Indra and Agni, these our songs of praise have sounded forth to you:
Ye
who bring blessings! drink the juice
2. Come, Indra, Agni, with those teams,
desired of many, which ye have,
O heroes, for the worshipper
3. With those
to his libation poured, ye heroes, Indra, Agni, come:
Come ye to drink the
Soma-juice!
1. Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the
reservoirs,
Resting in wooden vats thy home!
2. Let water winning Somas
flow to Indra, Vayu, Varuna,
To Vishnu and Marut host!
3. Soma, bestowing
food upon our progeny, from every side
Pour on us riches thousandfold.
1. 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.
2. 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.
1. O Purifying Soma, bring to us the wondrous treasure, meet.
For lauds,
that is in earth and heaven!
2. Cleansing the lives of men, thou, Steer,
bellowing on the sacred grass,
Gold-hued, hast settled in thy home.
3. For
ye twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of heaven's light, Lords of the
kine:
Prosper, as mighty ones, our prayers
1. 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!
2. 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.
3. 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!
I. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
1. Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams for
rapturous joy.
Hawk-like he settles in his home.
2. Fair is the juice
beloved of Gods, washed in the waters, pressed by men:
The milch kine sweeten
it with milk
3. Then, like a steed, have they adorned the inciter for eternal
life,
The meath's juice at the festival.
1. Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God, on the
friend of Gods
Unclose the cask of middle air
2. 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!
1. Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of
sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.
2. The
place that is concealed hath gained a share of Trita's pressing-stones,
By
the seven laws of sacrifice, even that dear place.
3. He hath sent forth unto
the heights the three, in stream, as Trita's wealth:
He who is passing wise
measures his pathways out.
1. 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
2.
The hymns that know not guile, caress thee, golden-coloured, in the sieve.
As
mothers, Pavamana, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.
3. Lord of great
sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth.
Thou, of
Pavamana, hast assumed thy coat of mail with majesty.
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
1. 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!
2. 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!
3. 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!
1. Sing ye a psalm to Indra; sing a great song to the lofty Sage,
To him
who maketh prayer, inspired, who loveth laud.
2. Thou, Indra, art the
conqueror: thou gavest splendour to the Sun.
Maker of all things, thou art
mighty and All-God.
3. Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the
luminous realm of -heaven.
The Gods, O Indra, strove to win thy friendly
love.
1. 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
2.
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!
3. His pair of tawny coursers bring Indra, resistless in his
might.
Hither to Rishis' songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.
1. Light of the sacrifice, be pours delicious meathp most wealthy, father and
begetter of the Gods.
He, gladdening, best of cheerers, juice that Indra
loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and heaven.
2. The Lord of
heaven, the vigorous and far-seeing one, flowsshouting to the beaker with his
thousand streams.
Coloured like gold he rests in seats where Mitra dwells,
the Steer made beautiful by rivers and by sheep.
3. As Pavamana thou flowest
before the streams: thou goest on, before the hymn, before the kine.
Thou
sharest mighty booty in the van of war Soma, well-armed, thou art pressed out by
men who press.
1. Through our desire of heroes, kine, and horses, vigorous
Somadrops,
Brilliant and swift, have been effused.
2. They, beautified by
holy men and purified in both the hands,
Are flowing through the fleecy
cloth.
3. These Soma juices shall pour forth all treasures for the
worshipper,
From heaven and earth and firmament.
1. Flow, Soma, Indu, dear to Gods, swift through the purifying sieve,
And
enter fndra in thy strength
2. As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a
most splendid steer:
Sit in thy place as one with power
3. The well-loved
meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice:
The Sage drew
waters to himself.
4. The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee
mighty one,
When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.
5. The lake is
brightened in the floods. Soma, our friend, heaven's prop and stay,
Falls on
the purifying cloth.
6. The tawny Bull hath bellowed. fair as mighty Mitra to
behold
He gleams and flashes with the Sun.
7. Songs, Indra, active in
their might, are beautified for thee, wherewith
Thou deckest thee for
rapturous joy.
8. To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the wild
delight,
That Thou mayst have exalted praise,
9. Winner of kine Indu, art
thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and spoil:
Primeval soul of sacrifice.
10.
Pour on us, Indu! Indra-strength with a full stream of sweetness,
like
Parianya, sender of the rain!
1. O Soma Pavamana, be victorious, win us high renown; And make us better
than we are!
2. Win thou the light, win heavenly light, and, Soma, all
felicities;
And make us better than we are!
3. Win skilful strength and
mental power! O Soma, drive away our foes;
And make us better than we
are!
4. Ye purifiers, purify Soma for Indra, for his drink;
Make thou us
better than we are!
5. Give us our portion in the Sun through thine own
mental power and aids;
And make us better than we are!
6. Through thine
own mental power and aids long may we look upon the Sun:
Make thou us better
than we are!
7. Well-weaponed Soma, pour to us a stream of riches doubly
great;
And make us better than we are!
8. As one victorious unsubdued in
battle, pour forth wealth to us:
And make us better than we are!
9. With
offerings, Pavamana! men have strengthened thee as Law commands:
Make thou us
better than we are!
10. O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds brilliant and
quickening all life;
And make us better than we are!
1. Swift runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowing
juice:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
2. The Morning knows all precious
things, the Goddess knows her grace to man:
Swift runs this giver of
delight.
3. We have accepted thousands from Dhvasra's and Purusbanti's
hands:
Swift runs this giver of delight.
4. From whom we have accepted
thus thousands and three-times ten besides:
Swift runs this giver of
delight.
1. Forth with his stream who gladdens best these Soma juices have been
poured,
Lauded with songs for mighty strength.
2. Thou flowest to enjoy
the milk, and bringest valour, being, cleansed:
Winning the spoil flow
hitherward
3. And, hymned by Jamadagni, let all nourishment that kine
supply,
And general praises, flow to us!
1. For Jatavedas, worthy of our praise, will we frame with our mind this
eulogy as 'twere a car.
For good, in his assembly, is this care of ours. Let
us not, in thy friendship, Agni, suffer harm!
2. We will bring fuel and
prepare our sacred gifts, reminding thee at each successive holy time.
Fulfil
our thoughts that we may lengthen out our lives
Let us not, in thy
friendship, Agni, suffer harm!
3. May we have power to kindle thee! Fulfil
our prayers in thee the Gods eat the presented sacrifice.
Bring hither the
Adityas, for we long for them! Let us not, in thy friendship, Agni, suffer
harm!
1. Soon as the Sun hath risen I sing to you, to Mitra, Varuna,
And Aryaman
who slays the foe.
2. With wealth of gold may this my song bring unmolested
might; may this,
Sages! obtain the sacrifice!
3. May we be thine, God
Varuna, and with our princes, Mitra, thine:
May we gain food and heavenly
light!
1. Drive all our enemies away, smite down the foes who press around,
And
bring the wealth for which we long:
2. Of which the world shall know
forthwith as given by thee abundantly:
Bring us the wealth for which we
long:
3. O Indra, that which is concealed in strong firm place precipito
us:
Bring us the wealth for which we long!
1. Yea, ye are priests of sacrifice, winners in war and holy works
Indra
and Agni, mark this well!
2. Bountiful, riders on the car, slayers of Vritra
unsubdued, Indra and Agni, mark this well!
3. The men with pressing-stones
have pressed this meath of yours which gives delight:
Indra and Agni, mark
this well!
1. For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu, very rich in meath,
To seat
thee in the place of song!
2. Sage: who know the lore of speech deck thee,
the strong sustainer, well:
Men make thee bright and beautiful.
3. Let
Mitra, Varuna, Aryaman drink Pavamana's juice, yea, thine.
Sage! let the
Maruts drink thereof.
1. Deft-handed! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.
Thou,
Pavamana makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much-desired.
2. Made
pure, as Pavamana, in the sheep's long wool, the Steer bath bellowed in the
vat.
Thou flowest, Soma Pavamana! balmed with 'milk unto the meeting-place of
Gods.
1. Him here, the offspring of the sea, the ten swift fingers
beautify:
With the Adityas is he seen.
2. With Indra and with Vayu he,
effused, flows onward with the beams
Of Surya to the cleansing sieve.
3.
Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pushan, fair
For Mitra
and for Varuna!
1. With Indra splendid feasts be ours, rich in all strengthening things,
wherewith,
Wealthy in food, we may rejoice!
2. Like thee, thyself, for
singers yoked, thou movest, as it were besought,
Bold one, the axle of the
car,
3. That, Satakratu, thou, to serve and please thy praisers, as it
were,
Stirrest the axle with thy strength.
1. As a good cow to him who milks, we call the doer of good deeds,
To our
assistance day by day.
2. Come thou to our libations, drink of Soma,
Soma-drinker! yea,
The rich one's rapture giveth kine.
3. So may we be
acquainted with thine innermost benevolence:
Neglect us not; come
hitherward!
1. As, like the Morning, thou has filled, O Indra, both the earth and
heaven,
So as the mighty one, great King of all the mighty race of men, the
Goddess mother brought thee forth, the blessed mother gave thee life.
2. Thou
bearest in thine hand a lance like a long hook, great counsellor.
As with his
foremost foot a goat, draw down the branch O Maghavan. The Goddess mother
brought thee forth, the blessed mother gave thee life.
3. Relax that mortal's
stubborn strength whose heart is bent on wickedness.
Trample him down beneath
thy feet who watches for and aims at us. The Goddess mother brought thee forth,
the blessed mother gave thee life.
1. Soma, the dweller on the hills, effused, hath flowed into the
sieve.
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
2. Thou art a holy bard, a Sage;
the meath offspring of thy sap:
All bounteous art thou in carouse.
3.
All-d6ties of one accorcl have come that they may drink of
thee:
All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
1. Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of wealth, and
sweet refreshing food,
Soma who brings us quiet homes:
2. He whom our
Indra and the Marut host shall drink, Bhaga shall drink with Aryaman,
By whom
we bring to us Mitra and Varuna, and Indra for our great defence.
1. Friends, hymn your Lord who makes him pure for rapturous carouse: let
them
Sweeten him, as a child, with lauds and sacred gifts
2. Like as a
calf with mother cows, so Indu is urged forth and sent,
Glorified by our
hymns;, the god-delighting juice.
3. Effectual help to power is he. he is a
banquet for the troop,
He who hath been effused, more rich in meath, for
Gods.
1. For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of weal,
Effused
as friends, without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light.
2. These Soma
juices, skill.ed in song, purified, blent with milk and curd,
Hastening on
and firmly set in oil resemble beauteous suns.
3. Effused by means of
pressing- stones, upon the oxhide visible,
They, treasure-finders, have
announced food unto us from every side.
1. Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow
lake, O Indu!
Here, too, the bright one, wind-swift, full of wisdom, shall
give a son to him who cometh quickly.
2. Flow on for us with this
purification to the famed ford of thee whose due is glory!
May the
foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand
treasures!
3. Eagerly do we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and
Prisana, wrought in battle.
He sent our enemies to sleep and slew them, and
turned away the foolish and unfriendly.
1. O Agni, be our nearest friend, yea, our protector and our kind
deliverer!
2. As gracious Agni, famed for treasures, come, and, most
resplendent, give us store of wealth!
3. To thee then, O most bright, O
radiant God, we come with prayer for happiness for our friends.
1. May we, with Indra and the Gods to aid us, bring these existing worlds to
full completion!
2. Our sacrifice, our bodies, and our offspring, let Indra
with the Adityas-form and finish!
3. With the Adityas, with the band of
Maruts, let Indra send us medicines to heal us!
1. Sing to your Indra, mightiest Vritra-slayer, sing to the Sage the song that he accepteth!
1. The God declares the deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming lofty
wisdom.
With brilliant kin far-ruling, sanctifying, the wild boar, singing
with his foot, advances.
2. The swans, the Vrishagnas from anear us,
restless, have brought their clamour to our dwelling--
Friends come to
Pavamana, meet for praises-and sound in concert their resistless music.
3. He
takes the swiftness of the great Far strider: cows low as, 'twere to him who
sports at pleasure.
He with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the
silvery shines by night, by day the golden.
4. Like cars that thunder on
their way, like coursers eager for renown,
Have Soma drops flowed forth for
wealth.
5. Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are
urged to speed,
Like joyful songs of singing-men.
6. The Somas deck
themselves with milk as kings are graced with eulogies,
And, with seven
priests, the sacrifice.
7. Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow
forth abundantly with song,
Flow with the stream of savoury juice.
8.
Winning Vivasvan's glory and speeding the light of Dawn, the suns,
Pass
through the openings of the cloth.
9. The singing-men of ancient time open
the doors of sacred songs--
The men who bring the mighty One.
10. In close
society have come the priests, the sevenfold brotherhood,
Filling the station
of the One.
11. He makes us kin with Gods, he joins the Sun, for seeing, with
mine eye;
I milk the Sage's offspring forth.
12. The Sun beholdeth with
his eye the heaven's dear quarter which the priests
Have set within the
sacred cell.
1. Forth on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of
Law,
Knowing what suits this worshipper.
2. Down in the mighty waters
sinks the stream of Meath, most excellent,
Oblation best of all in
worth.
3. About the holy place the Steer, true, guileless, noblest, hath sent
forth,
Continuous voices in the wood.
4. When the Sage, purging manly
deeds and lofty wisdom flows, around,
5. When purified, he sits enthroned as
King over the warring clans.
What time the sages speed him on.
6. Most
dear, gold-coloured, in the fleece he sinks, and settles in the wood:
The
singer is besieged with song.
7. He goes to Indra, Vayu, and the Asvins with
the rapturous joy,
To whomsoe'er his power delights.
8. The waves of
pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra, Varuna,
Well knowing, through his mighty
powers.
9. Gain for us, O ye Heaven and Earth, riches of Meath to win us
strength:
Gain for us treasures and renown.
10. We choose to-day that
chariot-steed of thine, the strong, that brings us bliss,
The guardian, the
desire of all;
11. The excellent, the gladdener, the Sage with heart that
understands.
The guardian, the desire of all;
12. Who for ourselves, O
thou most wise, is wealth and fair intelligence,
The guardian, the desire of
all.
1. Agni Vaisvanara, born in course of Order, the messenger of earth, the head
of heaven,
The Sage, the Sovran, guest of men, our vessel fit for their
mouth, the Gods have generated.
2. To thee, immortal! when to life thou
springest all the Gods sing for joy as to their infant.
They by thy mental
powers were made immortal, Vaisvdnara when thou shonest from thy parents.
3.
Him have they praised, mid-point of sacrifices, great cistern of libations, seat
of riches.
Vaisvanara, conveyer of oblations, ensign of worship, have the
Gods engendered.
1. Sing forth unto your Varuna and Mitra with a song inspired:
They,
mighty Lords, are lofty law.
2. Full springs of fatness, sovran Kings, Mitra
and Varuna, the twain,
Gods glorified among the Gods,
3. So help ye us to
riches, great celestial and terrestrial wealth!
Vast is your sway among the
Gods.
1. O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee,
Thus
by firie fingers purified!
2. Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come
nigb, O Indra, to
The sacrificing suppliant's pravers!
3. Approach, O
Indra, basting thee, Lord of bay horses, to our prayers:
In our libation t
ake delight!
1. Glorify him who compasses all forests with his glowing Dame,
And leaves
them blackened by his tongue.
2. He who gains Indra's grace by fire
enkindled, finds as easy way
Over the floods to splendid wealth.
3. Give
us, ye twain, swift steeds to bring Indra and Agni, and bestow
Abundant food
with wealth on us.
1. Indu hath started forth for Indra's settled place, and slights not,. as a
friend, the promise of his friend.
Soma comes onward like a youth with
youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a course of hundred paths.
2. Your
hymns of pleasant sound, praiseworthy, fond of lauds, have come into the hall
enclosed for sacrifice.
Singers have hymned the golden-coloured as he sports,
and milchkine have come near to meet him with their milk,
3. O Soma, Indu,
while they cleanse thee, with thy wave pour orb us plentiful accumulated
food,
Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched. with
store of nourishment, and strength, and meath.
1. No one by deed attains to him who works and strengthensevermore:
No,
not by sacrifice, to Indra praised of all, resistless, daring, bold in
might;
2. The powerful conqueror, invincible in war, him at whose birth the
mighty ones,
The kine who spread afar, sent their loud voices out, heavens,
earths sent their loud voices out.
1. Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:
Deck
him for glory, like a child, with holy rites
2. Loose him who bringeth
household wealth, even as a calf with. mother kine,
Him who bath double
strength, strong, god-delighting juice!
3. Purify him who gives us power,
most blissful one, that he may be
A banquet for the troop, Mitra, and
Varuna!
1. The Strong hath flowed forth in a thousand streams, flowed through the
filter and the sheep's long wool.
2. With ceaseless genial flow the Strong
hath run, purified by the waters, blent with milk.
3. Pressed out with
stones, directed by the men, go forth, O Soma, into Indra's throat!
1. The Soma juices which have been expressed afar or near at hand,
Or
there on Saryanavan's bank,
2. Those pressed among Arjikas, pressed among the
active, in, men's homes,
Or pressed among the Fivefold Tribes--
3. May
these celestial drops, expressed, pour forth upon us, as they flow,
Rain from
the heavens and hero strength!
1. May Vatsa draw thy mind away even from thy loftiest
dwelling-place!
Agni, I yearn for thee with song.
2. Thou art alike in
many a place: through all the regions thou art Lord.
In fray and fight we
call on thee.
3. When we are seeking spoil we call Agni to help us in the
strife,
Giver of wordrous gifts in war.
1, O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, 5atakratu, thou most
active, bring
A hero conquering in war!
2. For, gracious Satakratu, thou
hast ever been a mother and a sire to us,
So now for bliss we pray to
thee.
3. To thee, strong! much-invoked! who showest forth thy strength, made
very mighty! do I speak:
So grant thou us heroic power!
1. Stone-Darting Indra, wonderous God, what wealth thou hast not given me
here,
That bounty, treasure-finder! bring, filling full both thy hands, to
us!
2. Bring what thou deemest worth the wish, O Indra that which is in
heavem!
So may we know thee as thou art a giver boundless in thy gifts!
3.
Thy lofty spirit famed in all the regions as appeasable,--
With this thou
rendest even things firm, Stone-darter! so to win thee strength.
1. The Maruts with their troop adorn and brighten, even at his birth, the
Sage, the lovely infant.
By songs a poet, and a Sage by wisdom, Soma goes
singing through the cleansing filter.
2. Light-winner, Rishi-minded,
Rishi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, leader of sages,
Eager to gain his
third form, mighty, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a singer.
3. Hawk
seated in the press, bird wide-extended, the banner seeking kine and wielding
weapons,
Uniting with the sea, the wave of waters, the mighty tells his
fourth form and declares it.
1. Obeying Indra's dear desire these Soma juices have flowed
forth
Increasing his heroic might.
2. Laid in the press and flowing pure
to Vayu and the Asvins, may
These give us great heroic strength.
3. Soma,
as thou art purified, incite to bounty Indra's heart,
To seat him in the
shrine of Gods!
4. The ten swift fingers deck thee forth seven ministers
impel thee on,
The sages have rejoiced in thee.
5. When through the filter
thou art poured we clothe thee with a robe of milk,
To be a rapturous feast
for Gods.
6. When purified within the jars, Soma bright-red and
golden-hued,
Hath veiled him in a milky dress.
7. Flow onward to our
wealthy lords. Drive all our enemies away:
O lndu, pass into thy
friend!
8. May we obtain thee, Indra's drink, who viewest men and findest
light,
Gain thee and progeny and food!
9. Send down the rain from heaven
and make splendour upon the earth! Give us,
O Soma, victory in war!
1. Poured through the fleece in thousand streams purified Soma floweth
to,
Indra's and Vayu's meeting-place.
2. Sing forth, ye men who long for
help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,
Effused to entertain the Gods!
3. The Soma
drops with thousand powers are purified to win us strength,
Hymned to become
the feast of Gods.
4. Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we
may win us strength:
Indu, bring splendid manly might
5. Like coursers by
their drivers urged, they were poured forth, to win us strength,
Swift
through the woollen straining-cloth.
6. May they in flowing give us wealth in
thousands, and heroic power,--
These godlike Soma drops effused!
7. The
roaring Soma drops flow on, like milch-kine lowing to, their calves:
They
have run forth from both the hands.
8. Beloved by Indra, bringing joy,
roaring as thou art purified,
Drive all our enemies away.
9. As Pavamanas,
driving off the godless, looking on the light,
Sit in the place of
sacrifice.
1. The Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, to Indra have been
poured,
Shed with the stream of sacrifice.
2. Sages have called to Indra,
like cows, milch-kine, lowing to their calves,
Called him to drink the Soma
juice.
3. In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his.
seat,
Resting upon a wild cow's hide.
4. Far-sighted Soma, Sage and bard,
is worshipped in the central point,
Of heaven, the straining-cloth of
wool.
5. In close embracement Indu holds Soma when poured within the:
jars.
And on the purifying sieve.
6. Indu sends forth a voice on high, up
in the region of the sea.
Stirring the cask that drops with meath.
7. The
tree whose praises never fail dwells in the stream of holy milk,
Urged onward
by its human friend.
8. O Pavamana bring us wealth bright with a thousand
splendours; yea,
O Indu, give us ready help!
9. Sage, poet, poured with
all his stream, Soma is driven, far away,
To the dear places of the sky.
1. Loud as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up
themselves:
Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point!
2. At thine effusion
upward rise three voices fresh and strong, when thou.
Flowest upon the fleecy
ridge.
3. On to the fleece they urge with stones the dear, the goldencoloured
one,
Even Pavamana dropping meath.
4. Flow with thy current to the sieve,
O Sage, best giver of delight,
To seat these in the shrine of song!
5.
Best giver of delight, flow on anointed with the milk for balm,
And enter
into Indra's throat!
1. Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild
delights,
Battered the nine-and-ninety down.
2. Smote swiftly forts, and
Sambara, then Yadu and that Turvasa,
For pious Divodasa's sake!
3. Finder
of horses, pour on us horses and wealth in kine and gold,
And Indu, food in
boundless store!
1. Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on,
Going to
Indra's settled place.
2. O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy
our foes:
O Indu, grant heroic fame!
3. A hundred obstacles have ne'er
checked thee when rain to give thy boons,
When, being cleansed, thou
combatest.
1. Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou gavest splendour to the
sun,
Speeding the waters kind to man!
2. He, Pavamana, high o'er man,
yoked the Sun's courser Etasa,
To travel through the realm of air.
3. Yea,
those bay steeds he harnessed to the chariot that the Sun might come:
Indu,
he said, is Indra's self.
1. Associate with fires, make your God Agni envoy at sacrifice, best skilled
in worship,
Established firm among mankind, the holy flame-crowned and fed
with oil, the purifier!
2. Like a steed neighing eager for the pasture, when
he hath stepped forth from the great enclosure:
Then the wind following blows
upon his splendour, and, straight, the path is black which thou hast
travelled.
3. From thee, a bull but newly born, O Agni, the kindled
everlasting flames rise upward.
Aloft to heaven as ruddy smoke thou mountest:
Agni, thou speedest to the Gods as envoy.
1. We make this Indra very strong to strike the mighty Vritra dead:
A
vigorous hero shall he be.
2. This Indra, made for giving gifts, is
stablished, mightiest, in strength,
Bright, meet for Soma, famed in
song.
3. By song, as 'twere' the powerful bolt which none may parry, was
prepared:
Strong and invincible he grew.
I. Adhvaryu, to the filter lead the Soma-juice expressed with stones:
Make
thou it pure for Indra's drink!
2. These Gods and all the Marut host, Indu!
enjoy this juice of thine,
This Pavamana's flowing meath.
3. Pour out for
Indra, Thunder-armed, the milk of heaven, the Soma's juice,
Most excellent,
most rich in sweets!
1. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of Gods,
whom men must hail with shouts of joy,
Thou, gold-hued, started like a
courser by brave men, art lightly showing forth thy splendour in the
streams.
2. He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win
light, car-borne, in forays for the kine.
Indu, while stimulating Indra's
might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.
3. Soma,
as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou
Indra's throat.
Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds:
mete out exhaustless powers for us through this our prayer!
1. Though, Indra, thou art called by men eastward and westward, north and
south,
Thou chiefly art with Anava and Turvasa, brave champion! urged by men
to come.
2. Or, Indra, when with Ruma, Rusama, Syavaka, and Kripa thou
rejoicest thee,
Still do the Kanvas, bringing prayer, with hymns of praise O
Indra, draw thee hither: come!
1. Both boons,-may, Indra, hitherward turned, listen to this prayer of
ours.
And mightiest Maghavan with thought inclined to us come near to drink
to Soma juice!
2. For him, strong, independent ruler, Heaven and Earth have
fashioned forth with power and might.
Thou seatest thee as first among thy
peers in place, for thy soul longs for Soma juice.
1. God, working with mankind flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice:
To
Vayu mount as Law commands!
2. O Soma Pavamana, thou pourest out wealth that
may be famed:
O Indu, pass into the lake!
3. Soma, thou flowest chasing
foes, finder of wisdom and delight:
Drive thou the godless folk afar!
1. Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning
spoil,
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the
light!
2. May we, O Vasu, be most near to this thy bounty, food, and
wealth!
Desired by many men, and in thy favour, O resistless one!
3.
Effused, this Indu hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece.
He
streams erect to sacrifice, as 'twere with splendour, seeking kine.
1. Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods, to every
form!
2. Flow on, O Soma, radiant for the Gods, blissful to heaven and earth
and living things!
3. Thou art, bright juice, sustainer of the sky: flow,
mighty, in accordance with true law!
I. I laud your most beloved guest, like a dear friend,
O Agni,
him!
Who, like a chariot, wins us wealth.
2. Whom as a Sage who merits
praise the Gods have, from the olden time,
Established among mortal
men.
3. Do thou, most youthful God, protect the men who offer, hear their
songs,
And of thyself preserve their seed!
1. Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable
Wide as a
mountain spread on all sides, Lord of heaven.
2. O truthful Soma-drinker,
thou art mightier than both the worlds.
Thou strengthenest him who
pours'libation, Lord of heaven.
3. For thou art he, O Indra, who upholdeth
all our fortresses,
The Dasyu's slayer, man's sustainer, Lord of heaven.
1. Render of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he
born,
Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much
extolled,
2. Thou wielder of the stone, didst burst the cave of Vala rich in
kine.
The Gods came pressing to thy side, and free from terror aided
thee.
3. They glorified with hymns of praise Indra who reigneth by his
might,
Whose bounteous gifts in thousands come, yea, even more
abundantly.
1. Guard of all being, generating creatures, loud roared the sea as highest
law commanded.
Strong in the filter, on the fleecy summit, pressed from the
stone, Soma hath waxen mighty.
2. Make Vayu glad, for furtherance and bounty:
cheer Varuna and Mitra, as they cleanse thee!
Gladden the Gods, gladden the
host of Maruts: make Heaven and Earth rejoice, O God, O Soma!
3. Soma, the
mighty, when, the water's offspring, he chose the Gods, performed that great
achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra: he, Indu, generated
strength in Surya.
1. Here present this immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings,
To
settle in the vats of wood.
2. Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives
into waters, and bestows
Rich gifts upon the worshipper.
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 flowirig on speeds like a car and gives
his aid:
He lets his voice be heard of all.
5. This God, while flowing, is
adorned, gold-coloured, for the spoil, by men
Devout and skilled in holy
songs.
6. This God, made ready with the hymn runs swiftly through the winding
ways,
Inviolable as he flows.
7. A way he rushes with his stream, across
the regions, into heaven,
And roars as he is flowing on.
8. While flowing,
meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven, across
The regions, never
overthrown.
9. By generation long ago, this God, engendered for the
Gods,
Flows tawny to the straining-cloth.
10. This Lord of many holy laws,
even at his birth engendering strength,
Effused, flows onward in a
stream.
1. Through the fine fingers, with the song, this hero comes with rapid
cars,
Going to Indra's settled place.
2. In holy thought he ponders much
for the great service of theGods,
Where the immortals have their seat.
3.
Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,
Him who brings
forth abundant food.
4. He is deposited and led along the consecrated
path
When zealous men are urging him,
5. He moves, a vigorous steed,
adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,
He who is Sovran of the
streams.
6. He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them, bull who leads
the herd,
Doing with might heroic deeds.
7. He, over places rough to pass
bringing rich treasures, closely pressed.
Descends into the reservoirs.
8.
Him, even him the golden-hued, well armed, best giver of delight,
Ten fingers
urge to run his course.
1. This Bull, this chariot robes him in the sheep's long wool as
heproceeds.
To war that wins a thousand spoils.
2. The dames of Trita with
the stones urge forth this goldencoloured one,
Indu to Indra for his
drink.
3. He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men,
Like
lover speeding to his love.
4. This young exhilarating juice looks downward
from its place in heaven,
This Soma drop that pierced the sieve.
5.
Pressed for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth intelligent, calling
out,
Unto the well-beloved place.
6. Him, here, the gold-decked skilful
ten cleanse carefully, who make him bright.
And beauteous for the gladdening
draught.
1. Urged by the men, this vigorous steed, Lord of the mind
omniscient,
Flies to the long wool of the sheep.
2. Within the filter hath
he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused.
Entering all their essences.
3.
He shines in beauty there, this God, immortal, in his
dwellingplace,
Foe-slayer, dearest to the Gods.
4. Directed by the sisters
ten, bellowing on his way this Steer
Runs onward to the wooden vats.
5.
This Pavamana, gladdening drink within the purifying sieve,
Gave splendour to
the Sun in heaven.
6. Unconquerable Lord of speech, dwelling beside
Viavasvan, he
Mounts up together with the Sun.
1. This Sage, exalted by our lands, flows to the purifying
sieve,
Scattering foes as he is cleansed.
2. Giver of strength, winner of
light, for Indra and for Vayu he
Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.
3.
The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, omniscient the head of heaven.
Effused into
the vats of wood.
4. Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana
roared,
Still conqueror, never overcome.
5. To Indra in the firmament this
mighty tawny Steer hath flowed
This Indu, being purified.
6. This Soma
being purified flows mighty and invincible, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.
1. This Soma, strong effused for draught, flows to the purifying
sieve,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
2. Far sighted,
tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve intelligent,
Bellowing to his place of
rest.
3. This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of
heaven,
Fiend-slayer, through the sheep's long wool.
4. This Pavamana, up
above on Trita's ridge, hath made the Sun,
Together with the Sisters,
shine.
5. Effused, this Soma, Steer, who slays Vritra, room-giver,
unbeguiled,
Hath gone as 'twere to win the spoil.
6. Urged by the sage
upon his way, this God speeds forward to the: vats,
Indu to Indra, giving
boons.
1. The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamana
hymns,
Tastes food completely purified, made sweet by Matarisvan's
touch.
2. Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamana
hymns,
For him Sarasvat! pours forth water and butter, milk and meath.
3.
Yea, for the Pavamanas flow richly, drop fatness, bring us weal,--
Amrit
deposited among the Brahmans, essence stored by saints.
4. So may the
Pavamana hymns bestow on us this world and that,
And gratify our hearts'
desires'-the Goddesses combined with Gods!
5. The purifying flood wherewith
Gods ever purify themselves,--
With that, in thousand currents, may the
Pavamanas make us clean!
6. The Pavamana hymns bring weal: by these man goes
to Paradise,
And, eating pure and holy food, attains to immortality.
1. We with great reverence have approached the Youngest, who hath shone forth
well kindled in his dwelling,
Wondrously bright between wide earth and
heaven, well worshipped, looking forth in all directions.
2. Through his
great might o'ercoming all misfortunes, praised in the house is Agni
Jatavedas.
May he preserve us from disgrace and trouble, both us who laud him
and our wealthy princes!
3. O Agni, thou art Varuna and Mitra: Vasishthas!
with their holy hymns exalt thee.
With thee be most abundant gain of
treasure!
Do ye preserve us evermore with blessing!
1. Indra, great in his power and might, and like Parjanya rich in
rain.
Hath been increased by Vatsa's lauds.
2. Since Kanvas have with
lauds made him completer of the sacrifice,
Words are their own appropriate
arms.
3. When priests who magnify the Son of holy law present their
gifts,
Sages with Order's hymn of praise.
1. Of gold-hued Pavamana, great destroyer, radiant streams have
flowed,
Swift streams of him whose gleams are swift.
2. Best rider of the
chariot, praised with fairest praise 'mid beauteous ones,
Gold gleaming with
the Marut host,
3. Penetrate, Pavamana, best at winning booty, with thy
rays,
Giving the Singer hero strength!
1. Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred
gifts,
Who, friend of man, hath run among the water-streams He hath pressed
Soma out with stones.
2. Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece,
invincible and more odorous!
We joy in thee in waters when thou art effused,
blending thee still with juice and milk.
3. Pressed out for all to see,
delighting Gods, Indu, far-seeing one, is mental power.
1. Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed the wondrous
one hath bellowed to the kine.
While purified thou passest through the
filtering fleece to seat thee hawk-like in the place that drops with oil.
2.
Parjanya is the sire of the leaf-bearing Bull: on mountains, in earth's centre
hath he made his home.
The waters have flowed forth, the Sisters, to the
kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.
3. To glory goest
thou, a Sage with ordering skill, like a groomed steed thou rushest forward to
the prize.
Be gracious to us, Soma, driving off distress! Thou goest, clothed
in butter, to a robe of state.
1. Turning as 'twere to meet the Sun, enjoy from Indra all good
things!
When he who will be born is born with power we look to treasures as
our heritage.
2. Praise him who sends us wealth, prompt with his liberal
boons Good 4re the gifts that Indra gives.
He is not wroth with one who
satisfies his wish: he instigates, his mind to give.
1. Indra, give us security from that whereof we are afraid
Help us, O
Maghavan, let thy favour aid us thus drive away foes and enemies!
2. For
thou, O liberal Lord of ample bounty, art the ruler of our house and
home.
So, Indra Maghavan, thou lover of the song, we with pressed Soma call
on thee.
1. Thou, Soma, hast a running stream, sweet-toned most strong at
sacrifice:
Flow bounteously bestowing wealth
2. Thou most delightful, when
effused, running, the best of gladdeners, art
Indu, still conquering, ne'er
subdued.
3. Do thou, poured forth by pressing- stones, flow hither uttering a
roar,
And bring us brightly-glorious strength!
1. In might, O Indu, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the
Gods:
Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy seat!
2. Thy drops that
swim in water have exalted Indra to delight
The Gods have drunk thee up for
immortality.
3. Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and
purified
Pouring down rain from heaven in floods, and finding light!
1. Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued beloved of all,
Who
with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities
2. Whom, bright with
native splendour, crushed between the preesing-stones, a friend.
Whom Indra
dearly loves, the waves and ten companions dip and bathe
3. For
Vritra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,
And for the
guerdon-giving man, the hero sitting in his seat.
1. Flow onward Soma, flow for mighty strength, as a strong courser, bathed,
to win the prize.
2. The pressers clarify this juice of thine, the Soma for
delight and lofty fame.
3. They deck the gold-hued infant, newly-born, even
Soma, Indu, in the sieve, for Gods.
1. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk,
The
active crusher of the foe.
2. Even as mother cows their calf, so let our
praise-songs strengthen him,
Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart!
3. Soma,
pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with
milk:
Increase the sea, praiseworthy one!
1. Hitherward! they who light the flame and straightway trim the sacred
grass,
Whose friend is Indra ever young.
2. Large is their fuel, much
their laud, wide is their splinter from the stake,
Whose friend is Indra ever
young.
3. Unquelled in fight the hero leads his army with the warrior
chiefs,
Whose friend is Indra ever young.
1. He who alone bestoweth wealth on mortal man who offereth gifts,
Is
Indra only, potent Lord whom none resist.
2. Whoever with the Soma pressed
draws thee away from many men,-
Verily Indra gains thereby tremendous
power.
3. When willhe trample, like a weed, the man who hath no gift for
him?
When, verily, will Indra hear our songs of praise?
1. The singers hymn thee, they who chant the psalm of praise are lauding
thee.
The Brahmans have exalted thee, O Satakratu, like a pole.
2, When
thou wast climbing ridge from ridge, he looked upon the toilsome task:
Indra
takes notice of that wish, and the Ram hastens with his troop.
3. Harness thy
pair of strong bay steeds, long-maned, whose bodies fill the girths.
And,
Indra, Soma drinker, come to listen to our songs Of praise!
1. Agni,well kindled bring the Gods for him who offers holy gifts;
And
worship them, pure Hotar-priest!
2. O Sage, Tanunapat, present our sacrifice
to Gods to-day,
Sweet to the taste, that they may help!
3. Dear Narasansa,
sweet of tongue, presenter of oblations, I
Invoke to this our
sacrifice.
4. Agni, on thy most easy car, entreated, hither bring the
Gods!
Manus-appointed Priest art thou.
1. So when the Sun hath risen to-day may sinless Mitra, Aryaman, Bhaga, and
Savitar send us forth!
2. May this our home be guarded well: forward, ye
bounteous, on the way, Who bear us safely o'er distress!
3. Yea, Aditi, and
those great Kings whose statute is inviolate, Are sovrans of a vast domain.
1. Let Soma juices make thee glad! Display thy bounty, Thunderer:
Drive
off the enemies of prayer!
2. Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who
bring no gifts! mighty art thou:
There is not one to equal thee.
3. Thou
art the Lord of Somas pressed, Somas unpressed are also thine:
Thou art the
Sovran of the folk.
1. True object of our hymns, Sage, watchful Soma hath settled in the press as
they refine him.
Him the Adhvaryus, paired and eager, follow, leaders of
sacrifice and skilful-handed.
2. He, purified and bringing gifts to Surya,
hath filled full heaven and earth, and hath disclosed them.
He by whose dear
help heroes gain their wishes will yield the precious meed as to a victor.
3.
He, being cleansed, the strengthener and increaser, bountiful Soma helped us his
lustre,
Wherein our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and
sought the kine within the mountain.
1. Glorify naught besides, O friends, so shall no sorrow trouble
you!
Praise only mighty Indra, when the juice is shed, and say your lauds
repeatedly!
2. Even him, the swift one, like a bull who rushes down men's
conqueror, bounteous like a cow;
Him who is cause of both, of enmity and
peace, to both sides most munificent.
1. These songs of our exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise ascend to
thee,
Like ever-conquering chariots that display their strength, gain wealth
and give unfailing help.
2. The Bhrigus are like suns, like Kanvas, and have
gained each thing whereon their thought was bent.
The living men of
Priyamedha's race have sun g exalting Indra with their lauds.
1. Run forth to battle conquering the Vritras! thou Speedest to quell the foe
like one exacting debts.
2. Thou Pavamana, didst beget the Sun with might,
and rain in the supporting sky,
Hasting to us with plenty vivified with
milk.
3. For, Soma, we rejoice ourselves in thee effused for great supremacy
in fight;
Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds.
1. Flow forth, O Soma, flow thou onward, sweet to Indra's,
Mitra's,
Pushan's, Bhaga's taste!
2. So flow thou on as bright celestial juice, flow
to the vast immortal dwelling-place!
3. Let Indra drink, O Soma, of thy juice
for wisdom, and all deities for strength!
1. Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, they issue forth
together, gladdening as they flow,
These swift outpourings in long course of
holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure.
2. The thought is
deeply fixed, the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is
stirring in the mouth:
And Pavamana, like the shout of those who press, the
drop, rich in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.
3. The bull is
bellowing; the cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own
resting-place.
Onward hath Soma pressed through the sheep's fair bright
fleece, and hath, as 'twere, endued a garment newly washed.
1. From the two fire-sticks have the men engendered, with thought, urged by
the hand, the glorious Agni,
Far-seen, with pointed flame, Lord of the
Homestead.
2. The Vasus set that Agni in the dwelling, fair to behold, for
help, from every quarter:
Who, in the house for ever, must be honoured.
3.
Shine thou before us, Agni, well-enkindled, with flame, most youthful God, that
never fadeth!
To thee come goods and treasures all together.
1. This spotted Bull hath come and sat before the mother in the
east,
Advancing to his father heaven.
2. As expiration from his breath,
his radiance penetrates within
The Bull shines out through all the sky.
3.
Song is bestowed upon the Bird: it reigns supreme through thirty
realms.
Throughout the days at break of morn.
1. Chant we a hymn to Agni while we go to sacrifice, to him
Who hears us
even from afar!
2. Who from of old, in carnage, when the folk were gathered,
hath preserved.
His household for the worshipper.
3. May that most
blissful Agni guard our wealth and all ourfamily.
And keep us safe from pain
and grief
4. Yea, let men say, Agni is born, even he who slayeth Vritra,
he,
Who winneth wealth in every fight!
1. Harness, O Agni, O thou God, thy steeds which are most excellent!
The
fleet ones bring the rapidly.
2. Come hither, bring the Gods to us to taste
the sacrificial feast,
To drink the draught of Soma juice!
3. O Agni of
the Bharatas, flame splendid with unfading might
Shine forth and gleam,
eternal one!
1. Let him, as mortal, crave this speech for him who presses of the
juice!
As Bhrigu's sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound
away.
2. The kinsman hath endued his robe even as a son is clasped in
arms.
He went, as lover to a dame, to take his station suitor-like.
3.
That hero who produces strength, he who hath propped both worlds
apart,
Gold-hued, hath wrapped him in the sieve to settle, priest-like, in
his place.
1. Still, Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art
thou:
Thou seekest friendship but in war.
2. Thou findest not the wealthy
man to be thy friend: those scorn thee who are flown with wine.
What time
thou thunderest and gatherest, then thou, even as a father, art invoked.
1. A thousand and a hundred steeds are harnessed to thy golden car:
Yoked
by devotion, Indra, let the long-maned bays bring thee to drink the Soma
juice!
2. Yoked to thy chariot wrought of gold, may thy two bays with,
peacock tails.
Convey thee hither, steeds with their white backs, to quaff
sweet juice that makes us eloquent!
3. So drink, thou lover of the song, as
the first drinker, of this juice.
This the outpouring of the savoury sap
prepared is good and meet to gladden thee.
1. Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy, speeding through the
region and the flood,
Who swims in water, dwells in wood
2. The Steer with
thousand streams who poureth out the rain, dear to the race of deities;
Who,
born in Law, hath waxen mighty by the Law, King, God, and lofty ordinance.
1. Served with oblation, kindled, bright, through love of song, may Agni,
bent
On riches, smite the Vritras dead
2. His father's father, shining in
his mother's ever-lasting side,
Set on the seat of sacrifice!
3. O active
Jatavedas, bring devotion that wins progeny, Agni, that it may shine to
heaven!
1. Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse, the God hath with his
juice the Gods pervaded.
Pressed, singing, to the sieve he goes, as passes
the Hotar to enclosures hoiding cattle.
2. Robed in fair raiment meet to wear
in combat, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations,
Roll onward to the
press-boards as they cleanse thee, far-seeing at the feast of Gods and
watchful!
3. Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a prince among us,
nobler than the noble.
Roar out as thou art purified, run forward! Do ye
preserve us evermore with blessings!
1. Come now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymn!
Let
milk-blent juice delight him made stronger with pure, pure songs of
praise!
2. O Indra, come thou pure to us, with pure assistance pure
thyself!
Pure, send thou riches down to us, and, meet for Soma! pure,
rejoice!
3. O Indra, pure, vouchsafe us wealth, and, pure enrich the
worshipper!
Pure, thou dost strike the Vritras dead, and strivest pure, to
win the spoil.
1. Eager for wealth we meditate Agni's effectual laud to-day,
Laud of the
God who touches heaven.
2. May Agni who is Hotar-priest among mankind accept
our songs,
And worship the celestial folk!
3. Thou, Agni, art spread
widely forth, Priest dear and excellent through thee
Men make the sacrifice
complete.
1. To him, praiseworthy, sacred tones have sounded, Steer of the triple
height, the life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood, like Varuna, a river, lavishing
treasure, he distributes blessings.
2. Great conqueror, warrior girt, Lord of
all heroes, flow on thy way as he who winneth riches:
With sharpened arms,
with swift bow, never vanquished in battle, vanquishing in fight the
foemen!
3. Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both heaven and
earth with all their fulness!
Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the
waters, and cattle, call to us abundant booty!
1. O Indra, thou art far-renowned, impetuous Lord of power and
might.
Alone, the never-conquered guardian of mankind, thou smitest down
resistless foes.
2. As such we seek thee now, O Asura, the most wise, craving
thy bounty as our share
Thy sheltering defence is like an ample cloak. So may
thy favours reach to us.
1. Thee have we chosen, skilfullest in sacrifice, immortal, Priest, among the
Gods,
Best finisher of this holy rite:
2. The Waters' Child, the blessed
brightly-shining one, Agni whose, light is excellent.
May he by sacrifice win
us in heaven the grace of Mitra, Varuna, and the Floods!
1. Lord of all food is he, the man whom thou protectest in the
fight,
Agni, and urgest to the fray.
2. Him, whosoever he may be, no one
may vanquish, mighty one!
Nay, very glorious wealth is his.
3. May he who
dwells with all mankind conquer in fight with steeds of war,
With sages may
he win the spoil.
1. Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage's quickly
moving
thoughts, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya, and
reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.
2. Even as a youngling
shouting with his mothers, the bounteous Steer hath flowed along with
waters.
As youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens on to the settled
meeting-place, the beaker.
3. Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow;
thither in streams. comes very sapient Indu.
The kine make ready, as with
new-washed treasures, the head and chief with milk within the vessels.
1. Drink, Indra, of the savoury juice, and cheer thee, with our milky
draught!
Be, for our weal, our friend and sharer of the feast, and let thy
wisdom guard us well!
2. In thy kind grace and favour may we still be strong:
cast us not down before the foe!
With manifold assistance guard and succour
us, and stablish us in thy good-will!
1. The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for this Soma
poured the genuine milky draught.
Four other beauteous creatures hath he made
for his adornment when he waxed in strength through holy rites.
2. Enjoying
lovely Amrit by his wisdom he divided, each apart from other, earth and
heaven.
He gladly wrapped himself in the most lucid floods, when through
their glory they-found the God's resting-place.
3. May those his brilliant
rays be ever free from death, inviolate for both classes of created
things--
Rays wherewith powers of men and Gods are purified! Yea, even for
this have sages welcomed him as King.
1. Lauded with song, to feast him, flow to Vayu, flow purified to Varuna and
Mitra!
Flow to the song inspiring car-borne hero, to mighty Indra, him who
wields the thunder!
2. Pour on us garments that shall clothe us meetly, send,
purified, milch-kine, abundant yielders!
God Soma, send us cbariot-drawing
horses that they may bring us treasures bright and golden!
3. Send to us in a
stream celestial riches, send us when thou art cleansed, what earth
containeth,
So that thereby we may acquire possessions and Rishihood in
Jamadagni's manner!
1. When thou, unequalled Maghavan, wast born to smite the Vritras
dead,
Thou spreadest out the spacious earth and didst support and prop the
heavens.
2. Then was the sacrifice produced for thee, the laud, and song of
joy.
In might thou art above this All, all that now is and yet shall
be.
3. Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk. Thou madest Surya rise to
heaven.
Heat him as milk is heated with pure Sdma hymns, great joy to him who
loves the song!
1. Rejoice: thy glory hath been quaffed, Lord of bay steeds! as 'twere the
bowl's enlivening mead.
Thine, Steer, is Indu, Steer, the Strong, best winner
of a thousand spoils.
2. Let our strong drink, most excellent, exhilarating,
come to thee,
Victorious, Indra! bringing gain, immortal conquering in
fight!
3. Thou, hero, winner of the spoil, urgest to speed the car of
man.
Burn, like a vessel with the flame, the riteless Dasyu, conqueror!
1. Pour down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky.
And
plenteous store of wholesome foood!
2. Flow onward with that stream of thine,
whereby the cows have come to us.
The kine of strangers to our home.
3.
Dearest to Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream,
Pour
down on us a flood of rain!
4. To give as vigour, with thy stream run through
the fleecy straining-cloth!
For verily the Gods will hear.
5. Onward hath
Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Rakshasas.
Flashing out splendour as of
old.
1. Bring forth oblations to the God who knoweth all, who fain would
drink.
The wanderer, lagging not behind the hero, coming nigh with,
speed!
2. With Somas go ye nigh to him chief drinker of the Soma's.
juice:
With beakers to the impetuous God, to Indra with the flowing,
drops!
3. What time with Somas, with the drops effused,, ye come beforethe
God,
Full wise, he knows the hope of each, and, bold one strikes this. foe
and that.
4. To him, Adhvaryu! yea, to him give offerings of the
juiceexpressed!
Will he not keep us safely from the spiteful curse of each,
presumptuous high-born foe?
1. Sing ye a song to Soma brown of hue, of independent might,
The Red, who
reaches up to heaven!
2. Purify Soma when effused with stones which hands
move rapidly,
And pour the sweet milk in the meath.
3. With humble homage
draw ye nigh; blend the libation with the curds:
To Indra offer Indu up
4.
Soma, foe-queller, strong and swift, doing the will of Gods, pour
forth,
Prosperity upon our kine
5. Heart-knower, Sovran of the heart, thou
art effused, O Soma, Tthat,
Indra. may drink thee and rejoice.
6. O Soma
Pavamana, give us riches and heroic strength, Indu, with Indra. our ally!
I. Surya, thou mountest up to meet the hero famous for his wealth,
Who
hurls the bolt and works for men;
2. Him who with might of both his arms
broke nine-and-ninety castles down,
Slew Vritra and smote Ahi dead.
3.
This Indra is our gracious friend. He sends, like a full-streaming
cow,
Riches in horses, kine, and corn.
1. May the bright God drink glorious Soma-mingled meath, giving
the
sacrifices lord unbroken life
He who, wind-urged, in person guards our
offspring well, nourishes them with food and shines o'er many a land.
2.
Radiant, as high Truth, cherished, best at winning strength, Truth based upon
the statute that supports the heavens,
He rose, a light that kills Vritras
and enemies, best slayer of the Dasyus, Asuras, and foes.
3. This light, the
best of lights, supreme, all conquering, winner of riches, is exalted with high
laud.
All-lighting, radiant, mighty as the Sun to see, he spreadeth wide
unshaken victory and strength.
1. O Indra, give us wisdom as a sire gives wisdom to his sons,
Guide us, O
much-invoked, in this our way: may we still livc and look upon the light!
2.
Grant that no mighty foes, unknown, malevolent unhallowed, tread us to the
ground!
With thine assistance, hero, may we pass through all the waters that
are rushing down!
1. Protect us, Indra, each to-day, each to morrow, and each following
day!
Through all the days shalt thou, Lord of the brave, preserve our singers
both by day and night!
2. A crushing warrior, passing rich, is Maghavan,
endowed with all heroic strength.
Thine arms, O Satakratu, are exceeding
strong, those arms,
which grasp the thunderbolt.
1. We call upon Sarasvan as unmarried men who long for wives,
As bounteous
men who yearn for sons.
1. Yea, she most dear amid dear streams-seven-sistered, loved with foundest
love.
Sarasvati, hath earned our praise.
1. May we attain that excellent glory of Savitar the God: So may he stimulate
our prayers!
2. O Brahmanaspati, make thou Kakshivan Ausija a loud Chanter of
flowing Soma juice!
3. Agni, thou pourest life: send down upon us food and
vigorous strength;
Drive thou misfortune far away!
1. So help ye us to riches, great celestial and terrestrial wealth
Vast is
your sway among the Gods!
2. Carefully tending Law with law they have
attained their vigorous might:
Both Gods, devoid of guile, wax strong.
3.
With rainy skies and streaming floods, Lords of the food that falls in dew,
A
lofty seat have they attained.
I. They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the ruddy
steed:
The lights shining in the sky.
2. On both sides to the car they
yoke the two bay coursers dear to him,
Brown, bold, who bear the hero
on.
3. Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O men where form was
not,
Wast born together with the Dawns.
1. For thee this Soma is effused. O Indra: drink of this j uice; for thee the
stream is flowing--
Soma, which thou thyself hast made and chosen, even Indu
for thy special drink to cheer thee!
2. Like a capacious car hath it been
harnessed, the mighty, to acquire abundant treasures.
Then in the sacrifice
they shouted lauding all triumphs won by Nahus in the battle.
3. Flow onward
like the potent band of Maruts, like that celestial host which none
revileth!
Quickly be gracious unto us like waters, like sacrifice victorious,
thousand-fashioned!
1. O Agni, thou hast been ordained Hotar of every sacrifice, By Gods, among
the race of men.
So with sweet-sounding tongues for us sacrifice nobly in
this rite:
Bring thou the Gods and worship them
3. For, as disposer, Agni,
God, most wise in sacrifices, thou Knowest straightway the roads and paths.
1. Immortal, Hotar-priest, and God, with wondrous power heleads the
way,
Urging the congregations on.
2. Strong, he is set on deeds of
strength. He is led forth in holy rites,
Sage who completes the
sacrifice.
3. Excellent, he was made by thought. The germ of beings have
gained.
Yea, and the Sire of active power.
1. Pour on the juice the heated milk which hasteneth to heaven and.
earth;
Bestow the liquid on the Bull!
2. These know their own
abiding-place: like calves beside themother cows,
They come together with
their kin.
3. Devouring in their greedy jaws, they make sustaining food irb
heaven,
For Indra, Agni, homage, light.
1. In all the worlds That was the best and highest whence sprang the mighty
one, of splendid valour,
As soon as he is born he smites his foemen, he in
whom all
who lend him aid are joyful foe
2. Grown mighty in his strength,
of ample vigour, he as a strikes fear into the Dasa,
Eager to win the
breathing and the breathless. All sang thy praise at banquet and oblation.
3.
All concentrate on thee their mental vigour, what time these, once or twice, are
thine assistants.
Blend what is sweeter than the sweet with sweetness: win
quickly with our meath that meath in battle.
1. At the Trikadrukas the great and strong enjoyed the barley-brew. With
Vishnu did he drink the pressed-out Soma juice, even as he would.
That hath
so heightened him the great, the wide, to do his mighty work. So may the God
attend the God, true Indu Indra who is true!
2. Brought forth together with
wisdom and potent strength thou grewest great: with hero deeds subduing the
malevolent, most swift in act;
Giving prosperity and lovely wealth to him who
praiseth thee.
So may the God attend the God, true Indu Indra who is
true!
3. So he resplendent in the battle overcame Krivi by might. He with his
majesty bath filled the earth and heaven, and waxen strong.
One share of the
libation bath he swallowed down: one share he left. Enlighten us! So may the God
attend the God, true Indu Indra who is true!
1. Praise, even as he is known, with song Indra the guardian of the
kine,
The Son of Truth, Lord of the brave,
2. Hither have his bay steeds
been sent, red steeds are on the sacred grass
Where we in concert sing our
songs.
3. For Indra, thunder-armed, the kine have yielded mingled milk and
meath,
What time he found them in the vault.
II Indra
1. Draw near unto our Indra who must be invoked in every fight!
Come, thou
most mighty Vritra-slayer, meet for praise come to
libations and to
hymns.
2. Thou art the best of all in sending bounteous gyifts, true art
thou,, lordly in thine act.
We claim alliance with the very glorious one,
yea, with the
mighty Son of Strength.
I. They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old divine
primeval milk that claims the laud:
They lifted up their voice to Indra at
his birth.
2. Then, beautifully radiant, certain heavenly ones proclaimed
their kinship with him as they looked thereon:
Savitar opens, as it were, the
fold of heaven.
3. And now that thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and
heaven and all existence in thy might,
Thou shinest like a bull supreme among
the herd.
1. O Agni, graciously announce this our good fortune to the Gods,
And this
our newest hymn of praise!
2. Thou dealest gifts, resplendent one! nigh, as
with wave of Sindhu, thou
Swift strearnest to the worshipper.
3. Give us a
share of wealth most high, a share of wealth most near to us,
A share of
wealth that is between.
1. I from my Father have obtained deep knowledge of eternal Law;
I was
born like unto the Sun.
2. After the ancient manner I, like Kanva, beautify
my songs,
And Indra's self gains power thereby.
3. Whatever gishis have
not praised thee, Indra, or have praised thee, wax
Mighty indeed when praised
by me!
1. Agni, produced by strength, do thou with all thy fires accept our
prayer:
With those that are with Gods, with those that are with men exalt our
songs!
2. Forth come to us with all his fires that Agni, whose the mighty
are,
Come, fully girt about with wealth for us and for our kith and
kin!
3. Do thou, O Agni, with thy fires strengthen our prayer and
sacrifices:
Incite them to bestow their wealth to aid our service of the
Gods!
1. Some, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to thee
for mighty strength and for renown:
So, hero, urge us onward to heroic
power'
2. All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as 'twere a
never-failing well for men to drink,
Borne on thy way as 'twere in fragments
from both arms.
3. Thou didst produce him, deathless one! for mortal man, for
maintenance of Law and lovely Amrita:
Thou evermore hast moved making wealth
flow to us.
1. Pour out the drops f or Indra; let him drink the meath of Soma
Juice!
He through his majesty sends forth his bounteous gifts.
2. I spake
to the bay coursers' Lord, to him who grants the boon. of wealth:
Now hear
the son of Asva as he praises thee?
3. Never was any hero born before thee
mightier than thou:
None certainly like thee in riches and in praise.
1. Thou wishest for thy kine a bull, lord of thy cows whom none may
kill,
For those who long for his approach, for those who turn away from
him.
1. The God who giveth wealth accept the full libation poured to him!
Pour
ye it out, then fill the vessel full again, for so the God regardeth you!
2.
The Gods made him the Hotar-priest of sacrifice, oblationbearer, passing
wise.
Agni gives wealth and valour to the worshipper, to man who offers up
his gifts.
1. He hath appeared, best prosperer, in whom men lay their holy acts:
So
may our songs of praise come nigh to Agni who was born to give the Arya
strength.
2. Him before whom the people shrink when he performs his glorious
deeds,
Him who wins thousands at the sacrifice, himself, that Agni, reverence
with songs!
3. Agni of Divoddsa, God, comes forth like Indra in his
might.
Rapidly hath he moved along his mother earth; he stands in high
heaven's dwelling-place.
1. Agni, thou pourest life: send down upon us food and vigorous
strength:
Drive thou misfortune far away!
2. Agni is Pavamana, Sage, Chief
Priest of all the fivefold tribes; To him whose wealth is great we pray.
3.
Skilled in thy task, O Agni, pour splendour with hero strength on us, Granting
me wealth that nourishes!
1. O Agni, holy and divine with splendour and thy pleasant tongue. Bring thou
the Gods and worship them!
2. We pray thee bathed in butter, O bright-rayed!
who lookest on the sun, Bring the Gods hither to the feast!
3. Sage, we have
kindled thee, the bright, the feaster on oblation, thee, O Agni, great in
sacrifice!
I. Adorable in all our prayers, favour us, Agni, with thine aid.
What time
the psalm is chanted forth!
2. Bring to us ever-conquering wealth, wealth,
Agni, worthy of our choice,
Invincible in all our frays!
3. Grant us, O
Agni, through thy grace wealth to support us evermore,
Thy favour so that we
may live!
1. Let songs of ours speed Agni forth like a fleet courser in the
race,
And we will win each prize through him
2. Agni! the host whereby we
gain kine for ourselves with help from thee,-
That send us for the gain of
wealth!
3. O Agni, bring us wealth secure, vast wealth in horses and in
kine:
Oil thou the socket, turn the wheel!
4. O Agni, thou hast made the
Sun, the eternal star, to mount the sky,
Giving the boon of light to
men.
5. Thou, Agni, art the people's light, best, dearest, seated in thy
shrine
Watch for the singer, give him life!
1. Agni is head and height of heaven, the master of the earth is he:
He
quickeneth the waters' seed.
2. Yea, Agni, thou as Lord of light rulest o'er
choicest gifts may I,
Thy singer, find defence in thee
3. Upward, O Agni,
rise thy flames, pure and resplendent, blazing high,
Thy lustres, fair
effulgences.
1. Who, Agni, is thy kin, of men? who honours thee with sacrifice?
On whom
dependent? who art thou?
2. The kinsman, Agni! of mankind, their well-beiaved
friend art thou,
A friend whom friends may supplicate.
3. Bring Mitra,
Varukia, bring the Gods hither to. our great sacrifice:
Bring them, O Agni,
to thine home
1. Meet to be worshipped and implored, showing in beauty through the
gloom,
Agni, the strong, is kindled well.
2. Strong Agni is enkindled
well, even as the horse that brings the Gods:
Men with oblations pray to
him.
3. We will enkindle thee, the strong, we, hero! who axe strong
ourselves,
1. Thy mighty flames, O Agni, when thou art enkindled, rise on high,
Thy
bright flames, thou refulgent one
2. Beloved! let my ladies full of sacred
oil come nigh to thee.
Agni, accept our offerings!
3. I pray to Agni--may
he hear!--the Hotar with sweet tones, the Priest,
Wondrously splendid, rich
in light,
1. O King, the potent and terrific envoy, kindled for strength,
is
manifest in beauty.
He shines, observant, with his lofty splendour;
chasing black night he comes with white-rayed morning.
2. Having o'ercome the
glimmering Black with beauty, and bringing forth the Dame, the great Sire's
daughter,
Holding aloft the radiant lights of Surya, as messenger of heaven
he shines with treasures.
3. Attendant on the blessed Dame the blessed hath
come: the lover followeth his sister.
Agni, far-spreading with conspicuous
lustre, hath covered night with whitely-shining garments.
1. What is the praise wherewith, O God, Angiras, Agni, Son of
Strength,
We, after thine own wish and thought,
2. May serve thee, O thou
Child of Power, and with what sacrifice's plan?
What reverent word shall I
speak here?
1. Agni, come hither with thy fires; we choose thee as our Hotar; let
The
proffered ladle filled with offerings balm thee, best of priests, to sit on
sacred grass!
2. For unto thee, O Angiras, O Son of Strength, move ladles in
the sacrifice.
We pray to Agni, Child of Force, whose locks drop oil,
foremost in sacrificial rites.
1. Let our songs come anear to him beauteous and bright with piercing
flame,
Our sacrifices with our homage unto him much-lauded, very rich, for
help:
2. To Agni Jatavedas, to the Son of Strength, that he may give us
precious gifts,
3. Immortal, from of old Priest among mortal men, whose tones
are sweetest in the house!
1. Invincible is Agni, he who goes before the tribes of men,
A chariot
swift and ever new.
2. By bringing offerings unto him the mortal worshipper
obtains
A home from him whose light is pure.
3. Inviolable power of Gods,
subduing all his enemies, Agni is mightiest in fame.
1. May Agni, worshipped, bring us bliss: may the gift, blessed one! and
sacrifice bring bliss,
Yea, may our eulogies bring bliss
2. Show forth the
mind that brings success in war with fiends, wherewith thou conquerest in
fight!
Bring down the many firm hopes of our enemies, and for thy victory let
us win!
1. O Agni thou who art the Lord of wealth in kine, thou Son of
Strength,
Bestow on us, O Jatavedas, high renown
2. He, Agni, kindled,
good and wise, must be entreated with a. song;
Shine, thou of many forms,
shine thou with wealth on us
3. And, Agni, shining of thyself by night and
when the morning breaks,
Burn, thou whose teeth are sharp, against the
Rakshasas
1. Exerting all our strength with thoughts of power we glorify in
speech,
Agni, your dear familiar friend, the darling guest of every
house:
2. Whom, served with sacrificial oil, like Mitra, men presenting
gifts,
Glorify with their songs of praise
3. Much-lauded Jatavedas, him
who sends oblations up to heaven,
Prepared in service of the Gods.
1. Agni, inflamed with fuel, in my song I sing, pure bright, and stedfast set
in front at sacrifice.
Wise Jatavedas we implore with prayers for grace, the
Sage, the Hotar-priest, bounteous, and void of guile.
2. Men, Agni, in each
age, have made thee, deathless one, their envoy, offering-bearer, guard
adorable.
With reverence Gods and mortals have established thee as
everwatchful and almighty household Lord.
3. Though, Agni ordering the works
and ways of both, as envoy of the Gods traversest both the realms.
When we
lay claim to thy regard and gracious care, be thou to us a th rice- protecting
friendly guard?
1. Still turning to their aim in thee the sacrificer's sister hymns
Have
come to thee before the wind.
2. Even the waters find their place in him
whose three fold sacred grass
Is spread unbound, unlimited.
3. The station
of the bounteous God, by his unconquerable aid,
Hath a fair aspect like the
Sun.
1. Men with their lauds are urging thee, Indra, to drink the Soma
first.
The Ribhus in accord have lifted up their voice, and Rudras sung thee
as the first.
2. Indra, at sacrifice, increased his manly strength, in the
wild rapture of this juice:
And living men to-day, even as of old, sing forth
their praises to his majesty.
1. Indra and Agni! singers skilled in melody, with lauds, hymn you:
I
choose you both to bring me food.
2. Indra and Agni! ye shook down, together,
with one mightyr deed, The ninety forts which Dasas held.
3. To Indra and to
Agni prayers go forward from the holy task, Along the path of sacred Law.
4.
Indra and Agni, powers are yours, yours are oblations ano abodes: Good is your
zealous energy.
1. Indra, with all thy saving helps assist us, Lord of power and
might!
For after thee we follow even as glorious bliss, thee, hero,
finder-out of wealth!
2. Increaser of our steeds and multiplying kine, a
golden well, G God, art thou,
For no one may impair the gift laid up in thee.
Bring me whatever thing I ask!
1. For thou--come to the worshipper!--wilt find great wealth to make us
rich.
Fill thyself full, O Maghavan, for gain of kine, full, Indra, forthe
gain of steeds!
2. Thou as thy gift bestowest many hundred herds, yea, many
thou-sands dost thou give.
With singers' hymns have we brought the fortrender
near, singing to Indra for his grace.
1. To him who dealeth out all wealth, the sweet-toned Hotar-priest of
men,
To him, like the first vessels filled with savoury juice, to Agni let
the lauds go forth!
2. Votaries, bounteous givers, deck him with their songs,
even as the steed who draws the car.
To both, strong Lord of men! to kith and
kin convey the bounties of our wealthy lords!
1. Hear this my call, O Varuna, and show thy gracious love today:
Desiring
help I long for thee!
1. O Hero, with what aid dost thou delight us, with what succour
bring,
Riches to those who worship thee?
1. Indra, for service of the Gods, Indra while sacrifice proceeds,
Indra,
as worshippers, in battle-shock we call, Indra that we may win the spoil.
2.
With might hath Indra spread out heaven and earth, with power hath indra lighten
up the Sun. In Indra are all creatures closely held; in him meet the distilling
Soma-drops.
1. Bring, Visvakarman strengthened by oblation, thyself, thy body-'tis thine
own-for worship
Let other men around us live in folly here let us have', a
rich and liberal patron!
1. With this his golden splendour purifying him, he with his own allies
subdues all enemies. as Sura with his own allies.
Cleansing himself with
stream of juice he shines forth yellow-hued and red, when with his praisers he
encompasses all forms, with praisers having seven mouths.
2. He moves
intelligent directed to the east. The every beauteous car rivals the beams of
light, the beautiful celestial car.
Hymns, lauding manly valour, came
inciting Indra to success, that ye may be unconquered, both thy bolt and thou,
both be unconquered in the war.
3. That treasure of the Panis thou
discoveredst. Thou with the Mothers deckest thee in thine abode, with, songs of
worship in thine home.
As 'twere from far away is heard the psalm where hymns
resound in joy. He, with the triple Dames red-hued, hath won life-power, he,
gleaming, hath won vital strength.
1. Yea, cause our hymn to gain for us cattle and steeds and store of
wealth,
That it may help us manfully!
1. Heroes of real strength, ye mark either the sweat of him who toils,
Or
his desire who supplicates.
1. The Sons of immortality shall listen to our songs of praise,
And be
exceeding kind to us.
1. To both of you, O Heaven and Earth, we bring our lofty song of
praise,
Pure pair! to glorify you both.
2. Ye sanctify each other's form
by your own proper strength ye rule:
Further the sacrifice evermore!
3.
Promoting and fulfilling, ye, mighty ones, perfect Mitra's law:
Ye sit around
our sacrifice.
1. This is thine own. Thou drawest near, as turns a pigeon to his
mate:
Thou carest, too, for this our prayer.
2. O hero, Lord of bounties,
praised in hymns, may glorious fame and might
Be his who sings the laud to
thee
3. Lord of a Hundred Powers, rise up to be our succour in this
fight:
In other fights let us agree
1. Ye cows, protect the fount: the two mighty ones bless the
sacrifice.
The handles twain are wrought of gold.
2. The pressing-stones
are set at work: the meath is poured into the tank
At the out-shedding of the
fount.
3. With reverence they drain the fount that circles with its wheel
above.
Exhaustless, with the mouth below.
1. Let us not tire or be afraid with thee, the mighty, for our friend!
May
we see Turvasa and Yadu! thy great deed, O hero, must be glorified.
2. On his
left hip the hero hath reclined himself: the proffered feast offends him
not.
The milk is blended with the honey of the bee: quickly come hither,
haste, and drink!
1. May these my songs of praise exalt thee, Lord, who hast abundant
wealth!
Men skilled in holy hymns, pure, with the hues of fire, have
sung
them with their lauds to thee.
2. He, when a thousand Rishis have enhanced
his might, hath like an ocean spread himself.
His majesty is praised as true
at solemn rites, his power where holy singers rule.
1. Good Lord of wealth is he to whom all Aryas, Dasas here
belong.
Directly unto thee, the pious Rusama Paviru, is that wealth brought
nigh.
2. In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song
distilling
fatness, rich in sweets.
Riches have spread among us and heroic
strength, with us are flowing Soma-drops.
1. Flow to us, Indu, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and
steeds,
And do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue
2. Lord of the
tawny, Indu, thou who art the Gods' most special food,
As friend to friend,
for splendour be thou good to men!
3. Drive utterly, far away from us each
godless, each voracious; foe;
O Indu, overcome and drive the false afar!
1. They balm him, balm him over, balm him thoroughly, caress. the mighty
strength and balm it with the meath.
They seize the flying Steer at the
stream's breathing place cleansing with gold they grasp the animal herein.
2.
Sing forth to Pavamana skilled in holy song! the juice is flowing onward like a
mighty stream.
He glideth like a serpent from his ancient skin, and like a.
playful horse the tawny Steer hath run.
3. Dweller in floods, King, foremost,
he displays his might, set among living things as measure of days.
Distilling
oil he flows, fair, billowy, golden-hued, borne on car of light, sharing on home
with wealth.
1. With all thy fires, O Agni, find pleasure in this our sacrifice,
And
this our speech, O son of Strength!
2. Whate'er, in this perpetual course, we
sacrifice to God and God,
That gift is offered but in thee.
3. May he be
our beloved King and excellent sweet-toned Hotar may
We with bright fires be
dear to him
1. For you from every side we call Indra away from other men
Ours, and
none others, may he be!
2. Unclose, our manly hero! thou for ever bounteous,
yonder cloud
For us, thou irresistible
3. As the strong bull leads on the
herds, he stirs the people with his might,
The ruler irresistible.
1. Wonderful, with thy saving help, send us thy bounties, gracious
Lord!
Thou art the charioteer, Agni, of earthly wealth: find rest and safety
for our seed!
2. Prosper our kith and kin with thy protecting powers
inviolate, never negligent!
Keep far from us, O Agni, all celestial wrath.
and wickedness of godless men!
1. What, Vishnu, is the name that thou proclaimest when thou declaredst, I am
Sipivishta?
Hide not this form from us, nor keep it secret, since thou didst
wear another shape in battle.
2. This offering to-day, O Sipivishta, I,
skilled in rules, extol, to thee the noble.
Yea, I, the poor and weak, praise
thee, the mighty, who dwellest in the realm beyond this region.
3. O Vishnu,
unto thee my lips cry Vashat! Let this mine offering, Sipivishta, please
thee!
May these my songs of eulogy exalt thee! Do ye preserve us evermore
with blessings!
I. Vayu, the bright is offered thee, best of the meath, at morning
rites.
Come thou to drink the Soma juice, God, longed for on thy team-drawn
car!
2. O Vayu, thou and Indra are meet drinkers of these Soma
draughts,
For unto you the drops proceed like waters gathering to the
vale.
3. Vayu and Indra, mighty twain, borne on one chariot, Lords of
strength,
Come to ouf succour with your steeds, that ye may drink the
Soma
juice!
1. Then thou, made beautiful by night, enterest into mighty deeds,
When
prayers impel the golden-hued to hasten from Vivasvan's place.
2. We cleanse
this gladdening drink of his, the juice which Indra chiefly drinks,
That
which kine took into their mouths, oF old, and princes take it now.
3. Thy
with the ancient psalm have sung to him as he is purified,
And sacred songs
which bear the Dames of Gods have supplicated him.
1. With homage will I reverence thee, Agni, like a long-tailed
steed,
Imperial Lord of holy rites.
2. May the far-striding Son of
Strength, our friend who brings felicity,
Who pours his gifts like rain, be
ours
3. From near and far away do thou, the everlasting, evermore
Protect
us from the sinful man!
1. Thou in thy battles, Indra, art subduer of all hostile bands.
Father
art thou, all-conquering, cancelling the curse, thou victor of the
vanquisher!
2. The earth and heaven cling close to thy victorious might, as
sire and mother to their child.
When thou attackest Vritra, all the hostile
bands shrink and faint, Indra, at thy wrath.
1. The sacrifice made Indra great when he unrolled the earth, and
made
Himself a diadem in heaven.
2. In Soma's ecstasy Indra spread the
firmament and realms of light,
When he cleft Vala limb from limb.
3.
Showing the hidden, he drave forth the cows for the Angirasas,
And Vala he
cast headlong down.
1. Thou speedest down to succour us this-ever-conquering God of yours,
Him
who is drawn to all our songs;
2, The warrior whom none may wound, the
Soma-drinker ne'er o'erthrown,
The chieftain of resistless might.
3. O
Indra, send us riches, thou omniscient, worthy of our hymns:
Help us in the
decisive fray!
1. That lofty power and might of thine, thy strength and thine
intelligence,
And thy surpassing thunderbolt, the wish makes keen.
2. O
Indra, heaven and earth augment thy manly force and thy renown:
The waters
and the mountains stir and urge thee on:
3. Vishnu in the lofty ruling power,
Varuna, Mitra sing thy praise:
In thee the Maruts' company have great
delight.
1. O Agni, God, the people sing reverent praise to thee for strength:
With
terrors trouble thou the foe
2. Wilt thou not, Agni, lend us aid to win the
cattle, win the wealth?
Maker of room, make room for us
3. In the great
fight cast us not off, Agni, as one who bears a load:
Snatch up the wealth
and win it all!
1. Before his hot displeasure all the peoples, all the men bow down,
As
rivers bow them to the sea.
2. Even fiercely-moving Vritra's head he served
with his thunderbolt,
His mighty hundred-knotted bolt.
3. That might of
his shone brightly forth when Indra brought together, like
A skin, the worlds
of heaven and earth.
1. Kind-thoughted is the noble, gladdening, friendly one.
2. Approach, O
beauteous hero, this auspicious pair that draws the car!
These two are coming
near to us.
3. Bend lowly down, as 'twere, your beads: be stands amid the
water-flood,
Pointing with his ten horns the way.
1. Pressers, blend Soma juice for him, each draugbt most excellent, for
him
The brave, the: hero, for his joy!
2. The two stroing bay steeds,
voked by prayer, hither shall bring to us our friend,
Indra, song-lover,
through our songs.
3. The Vritra-slayer drinks the juice. May he who gives a
hundred
aids
Approach, nor stay afar from us!
1. Let the drops pass within thee as the rivers flow into the sea
O Indra,
naught excelleth thee.
2. 'Thou' wakeful hero, by thy might hast taken food
of Soma juice,
Which, Indra, is within thee now.
3. O Indra,
Vritra-slayer, let Soma be ready for thy maw, The drops be ready for thy
forms!
1. Help, thou who knowest lauds, this work, a lovely hymn in Rudra's
praise,
Adorable in every house
2. May this our God, great, limitless,
smoke-bannered, excellently bright,
Urge us to holy thought and wealth
3.
Like soma rich lord of men, may he, Agni, the banner of the Gods,
Refulgent,
hear us through our lauds!
1. Sing this, beside the flowing juice, to him, your hero, much
invoked,
To please him as a mighty Bull!
2. He, excellent, withholdeth not
his bounteous gift of wealth in kine.
When lie bath listened to our
songs.
3. May he with might unclose for us the cow's stall, whosesoe'er it
be,
To which the Dasyu-slayer goes!
1. Through all this world strode Vishnu: thrice his foot he planted, and the
whole
Was gathered in his footstep's dust.
2. Vishnu, the guardian, he
whom none deceiveth, made three steps, thenceforth
Establishing his high
decrees.
3. Look ye on Vishnu's works whereby the friend of Indra, close
allied,
Hath let his holy ways be seen
4. The princes evermore behold that
loftiest place of Vishnu, like
An eye extended through the heavens.
5.
This, Vishou's station most sublime, the sages, ever-vigilant,
Lovers of holy
song, light up.
6. May the Gods help and favour us out of the place whence
Vishnu strode
Over the back and ridge of earth.
1. Let none, no, not thy worshippers, delay thee far away from us!
Even
from far away come thou unto our feast, or listen it already here!
2. For
here, like rites on honey, those who pray to thee sit by the juice that they
have poured.
Wealth-craving singers have on Indra set their hope, as men set
foot upon a car.
1. Sung is the song of ancient time: to Indra have ye said the
prayer.
They have sung many a Brihati of sacrifice, poured forth the
worshipper's many thoughts.
2. Indra hath tossed together mighty stores of
wealth, and both the worlds, yea, and the sun.
Pure, brightly-shining,
mingled with the milk, the draughts of Soma have made Indra glad.
1. For Vritra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,
And
for the guerdon-giving man, the hero sitting in his seat.
2. Friends, may the
princes, ye and we, obtain this most resplendent one,
Gain him who hath the
smell of strength, win him whose home is very strength!
3. Him with the
fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all.
Who with exhilarating
juice flows forth to all the deities.
1. Indra whose wealth is in thyself, what mortal will attack this man?
The
strong will win the spoil on the decisive day through faith in thee, O
Maghavan!
2. In battles with the foe urge on our mighty ones who give the
treasures dear to thee
And may we with our princes, Lord of tawny steeds!
pass through all peril, led by thee!
1. Come, priest, and of the savoury juice pour forth a yet more gladdening
draught!
So is the hero praised who ever prospers us.
3. Indra, whom tawny
coursers bear, praise such as thine, preeminent,
None by his power or by his
goodness hath attained.
3. We, seeking glory, have invoked this God of yours,
the Lord of wealth,
Who must be magnified by constant sacrifice.
1. Sing praise to him, the Lord of light. The Gods have made the God to be
their messenger,
To bear oblation to the Gods.
2. Agni, the bounteous
giver, bright with varied flames, laud thou, O singer Sobhari,
Him who
controls this sacred food with Soma blent, who hath first claim to
sacrifice!
1. Expressed by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of the
sheep,
Thou, entering the press-boards, even as men a fort, goldbued, hast
settled in the vats.
2. He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine
wool, the bounteous, like the racing steed,
Even Soma Pavamana who shall be
the joy of sages and of holy bards.
1. Here, verily, yesterday we let the Thunder-wielder drink his
fill.
Bring him the juice poured forth in sacrifice to-day! Now range you by
the glorious one!
2. Even the wolf, the savage beast that rends the sheep,
follows the path of his decrees.
So graciously accepting, Indra, this our
praise, with wondrous thought come forth to us!
1. Indra and Agni, in your deeds of might ye deck heaven's lucid
realms:
Famed is that hero strength of yours.
2. To Indra and to Agni
prayers go forward from the holy task.
Along the path of sacred Law.
3.
Indra and Agni, powers are yours, yours are oblations and abodes:
Good is
your zealous energy.
1. Who knows what vital power he wins, drinking beside the flowing
juice?
This is the fair-cheeked God who, joying in the draught, breaks down
the castles in his strength.
2. As a wild elephant rushes on, this way and
that way mad with
heat,
None may restrain thee, yet come hither to the
draught! Thou, movest mighty in thy power.
3. When he, the terrible, ne'er
o'erthrown, stedfast, made ready for the fight--
When Indra Maghavan lists to
his praiser's call, he will not stand aloof, but come.
1. The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of Soma juice,
For
holy lore of every kind.
2. From heaven, from out the firmament hath PavamAna
been effused
Upon the back and ridge of earth.
3. The Pavamanas have been
shed, the beautified swift Somadrops,
Driving all enemies afar.
I. Indra and Agni I invoke, joint-victors, bounteous,
unsubdued,
Foe-slayers, best to win the spoil.
2. Indra and Agni, singers
skilled in melody hymn you bringing lauds:
I choose you both to bring me
food.
3. Together, with one mighty deed, Indra and Agni, ye shook
down.
The ninety forts which Dasas held.
1. O Child of Strength, to thee whose look is lovely, with oblations we,
O
Agni, have poured forth our songs.
2. To thee for shelter are we come, as to
the shade from fervent heat,
Agni, who glitterest like gold
3. Mighty as
one who slays with shafts, or like a bull with sharpened horn,
Agni, thou
brakest down the forts.
1. To give eternal glow, we pray Vaisvanara the holy one, Lord of the light
of sacrifice.
2. Who, furthering the light of Law, hath spread himself to
meet this work:
He sends the seasons, mighty one.
3. Love of what is and
what shall be, Agni, in his beloved forms,
Shines forth alone as sovran
Lord.
1.Wise Agni, in the ancient way, making his body beautiful,
Hath been
exalted by the sage.
2. I invocate the Child of Strength, Agni whose glow is
bright and pure,
In this well-ordered sacrifice.
3. So, Agni, rich in many
friends, with fiery splendour seat thyself.
With Gods upon our sacred
grass!
1. O thou with stones for arms, thy powers, rending the fiends, have raised
themselves:
Drive off the foes who compass us
2. Hence conquering with
might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked,
With fearless heart
will I sing praise.
3. None, evil-minded, may assail this Pavamana's holy
laws
Crush him who fain would fight with thee!
4. For Indra to the streams
they urge the tawny rapture-dropping steed,
Indu, the bringer of delight.
1. Come hither, Indra, with bay steeds, joyous, with tails like peacocks'
plumes!
Let no men check thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o'er them
as o'er desert lands!
2. Vritra's devourer, he who burst the cloud, brake
forts, and drave the floods,
Indra, who mounts his chariot at his bay steeds'
cry, shatters e'en things that stand most firm.
3. Like pools of water deep
and full, like kine thou cherishest thy might;
Like the milch-cows that go
well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.
1. Even as the wild bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery
pool,
Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas
drink thy fill!
2. May the drops gladden thee, Lord Indra, and obtain bounty
for him who pours the juice!
Soma, shed in the press, thou stolest and didst
drink, and hence hast won surpassing might.
I. Thou as a God. O mightiest, verily blessest mortal man.
O Maghavan,
there is no comforter but thou: Indra, I speak my words to thee.
2. Let not
thy bounteous gifts, let not thy saving help all fail us good Lord, at any
time!
And measure out to us, thou lover of man-kind, all riches hitherward
from men
I. This Lady, excellent and kind, after her sister shining forth, Daughter of
Heaven, hath shown herself.
2. Red, like a mare, and beautiful, holy, the
mother of the kine, The Dawn became the Asvins' friend.
3. Yea, and thou art
the Asvins', friend the mother of the cows art thou: O Dawn, thou rules over
wealth
1. Now Morning with her earliest light shines forth, dear daughter of the
Sky:
High, Asvins, I extol your praise
2. Children of Ocean, mighty ones,
discoverers of riches, Gods,
Finders of treasure through our prayer!
3.
Your lofty coursers hasten over the everlasting realm, whea your car flies with
winged steeds.
1. O Dawn who hast a store of wealth, bring unto us that splendid
gift
Wherewith we may support children and children's sons
2. Thou radiant
Lady of sweet strains, with wealth of horses and of kine
Shine thou on us
this day, O Dawn, auspiciously
3. O Dawn who hast a store of wealth, yoke red
steeds to thy car to-day.
Then bring us all delight and all felicities
1. O Asvins, wonderful in act, do ye unanimous direct
Your chariot to our
home wealthy in kine and gold!
2. Hither may they who wake at dawn bring, to
drink Soma, both the Gods,
Health-givers, wonder-workers, borne on paths of
gold!
3. Ye who brought down the hymn from heaven, a light that giveth light
to men,
Do ye, O Asvins, bring strength hither unto us!
1. I think of Agni who is kind, whom, as their home, the milch-kine
seek;
Whom fleet-foot coursers seek as home, and strong enduring, steeds as
home.
Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
2. For Agni, God of all
mankind, gives the strong courser to theman.
Agni gives ready gear for
wealth, he gives the best when he ix pleased.
Bring food to those who sing
thy praise!
3. The Agni who is praised as kind, to whom the milch-kine come.
in herds,
To whom the racers, swift of foot, to whom our wellborn princes
come. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
XI Dawn
1. O heavenly Dawn, awaken us to ample opulence today,
Even as thou didst
waken us with Satyasravas, Vayya's, Son, high-born! delightful with thy
steeds!
2. Daughter of heaven, thou dawnedst of Sunitha, Suchadratha's
son;
So dawn thou on one mightier still, on Satyasravas, Vayya's son,
high-born! delightful with thy steeds!
3. So bringing treasure, shine to-day
on us, thou daughter, of the Sky,
As on one mightier thou hast dawned, on
Satyasravas, Vayya's son, high-born! delightful with thy steeds!
1. To meet your treasure-bringing car, the car that is most dear to
us,
Asvins the Rishi is prepared, your worshipper with, songs of praise.
Lovers of sweetness, hear my call
2. Pass, Asvins, over all away. May I
obtain you for myself,
Wonderful, with your golden paths, most gracious,
bringers of the flood! Lovers of sweetness, hear my call!
3. Come to us, O ye
Asvins twain, bringing your precious treasures, come
Ye Rudras, on your paths
of gold, rejoicing, with your store of wealth! Lovers of sweetness, hear my
call!
1. Agni is wakened by the people's fuel to meet the Dawn who cometh like a
milch-cow.
Like young trees shooting up on high their branches, his flames
mounting to the vault of heaven.
2. For the Gods' worship hath the priest
been wakened: kind Agni hath arisen erect at morning.
Kindled, his radiant
might is made apparent, and the great God hath been set free from
darkness.
3. When he hath roused the line of his attendants, with the bright
milk bright Agni is anointed.
Then is prepared the effectual oblation, which
spread in front, with tongues, erect, he drinketh,
1. This light is come, amid all lights the fairest: born is the brilliant,
far-extending brightness.
Night, sent away for Savitar's uprising, hath
yielded up a birthplace for the morning.
2. The fair, the bright is come with
her white offspring to her the Dark one hath resigned her dwelling.
Akin,
immortal, following each other, changing their colours both the heavens move
onward.
3. Common, unending is the sisters' pathway: taught by the Gods
alternately they travel,
Fair-formed, of different hues and yet one-minded,
Night and Dawn clash not, neither do they tarry.
1. Agni, the bright face of the Dawns, is shining: the singers' pious voices
have ascended.
Borne on your chariot, Asvins, turn you hither, and come unto
our brimming warm libation!
2. Most frequent guests, they scorn not what is
ready: even now the lauded Asvins are beside us.
With promptest aid they come
at morn and evening, the worshipper's most healthful guards from trouble.
3.
Yea, come at milking-time, at early morning, at noon of day, and when the Sun is
setting,
By day, at night, with most auspicious favour! Not only now the
draught hath drawn the Asvins.
1. These Dawns have raised their banner: in the eastern half of middle air
they spread abroad their shining light.
Like heroes who prepare their weapons
for the fray, the cows are coming on, the mothers, red of hue.
2. Rapidly
have the ruddy beams of light shot up: the red cows have they harnessed, easy to
be yoked.
The Dawns have made their pathways as in former times: redhued,
they have attained refulgent brilliancy.
3. They sing their song like women
active in their tasks, along their common path hither from far away,
Bringing
refreshment to the liberal devotee, yea, all things to the worshipper who pours
the juice.
1. Agni is wakened: Surya riseth from the earth. Bright Dawn hath opened out
the mighty twain with light.
The Asvins have equipped their chariot for the
course. God Savitar hath roused the world in sundry ways.
2. When, O ye
Asvins, ye equip your mighty car, with fatness and with honey balm, ye twain,
our power!
To our devotion give victorious strength in war: may we win riches
in the heroes' strife for spoil!
3. Nigh to us come the Asvins' lauded three
wheeled car, the car laden with meath and drawn by fleet-foot
steeds,
Three-seated, opulent, bestowing all delight: may it bring weal to
us, to cattle and to men!
1. Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from
heaven,
To bring a thousand stores of wealth.
2. He, flows beholding on
his way all well-beloved sacred lore,
Green-tinted, brandishing his
arms.
3. He, when the people deck him like a docile king of
elephants,
Sits as a falcon in the wood.
4. So bring thou hitherward to
us, Indu, while thou art purified.
All treasures both of heaven and
earth!
1. Forward have flowed the streams of power, of this the mighty one
effused,
Of him who waits upon the Gods.
2. The singers praise him with
their song, and learned priests adorn the steed
Born as thelight that merits
laud.
3. These things thou winnest quickly, while men cleanse thee, Soma,
nobly rich!
1. This Brahman, comer at the due time, named Indra, is renowned and
praised.
2. To thee alone, O Lord of Strength, go, as it were, all songs of
praise.
3. Like streams of water on their way, let bounties, Indra, flow from
thee!
1. Even as a car to give us aid, we draw thee nigh to favour us,
Strong in
thy deeds, quelling attack, Indra, Lord, mightiest! of the brave.
2. Great in
thou power and wisdom, strong, with thought that comprehendeth all!
Wide hast
thou spread in majesty.
3. Thou very mighty one, whose hands by virtue of thy
greatness wield
The golden bolt that beaks its way!
1. He who hath lighted up the joyous castle, wise courser like the steed of
cloudy heaven,
Bright like the Sun with hundredfold existence
2. He,
doubly born, hath spread in his effulgence through the three luminous realms,
through all the regions,
Best sacrificing Priest where waters gather.
3.
Priest doubly born, he through his love of glory hath in his keeping all things
worth the choosing.
The man who brings him gifts hath noble offspring.
1. Agni, with hymns may we now accomplish that which thou
lovest,
Strength, like a horse auspicious, with service!
2. For, Agni,
thou art now the promoter of strength auspicious,
Lofty sacrifice, power
effective.
3. Through these our praises, come thou to meet us, bright as the
sunlight,
Agni, kindly with all thy faces!
1. Immortal Jatavedas, thou bright-hued refulgent gift of Dawn.
Agni, this
day to him who pays oblations bring the Gods who waken with the morn!
2. For
thou art offering-bearer, well-loved messenger, and charioteer of holy
rites.
Accordant with the Asvins and with Dawn grant us heroic strength and
lofty fame!
1. The old hath waked the young Moon from his slumber who runs his circling
course with many round him
Behold the God's high wisdom in its greatness: he
who died yesterday to-day is living.
2. Strong is the red Bird in his
strength, great hero, who from of old bath had no nest to dwell in.
That
which he knows is truth and never idle: he wins and gives the wealth desired of
many.
3. Through these Thunderer gained strong manly vigour, through whom he
waxed in stren gth to slaughter Vritra;
These who through might of actual
operation sprang forth as Gods in course of Law and Order.
1. Here is the Soma ready pressed: of this the Maruts, yea, of
this
Self-luminous, the Asvins, drink.
2. Of this, moreover, purified, set
in three places, procreant,
Drink Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman.
3. Yea, Indra,
like the Hotar-priest, will in the early morning
drink,
At pleasure, of
the milky juice:
1. Verily, Surya, thou art great; truly, Aditya, thou art great.
O most
admired for greatness of thy majesty, God, by thy greatn.ess thou art
great.
2. Yea, Surya, thou art great in fame: thou evermore, O God, art
great.
Thou by thy greatness art the Gods' High-Priest, divine, farspread
unconquerable light.
1. Come, Lord of rapturous joys, to our libations with thy bay steeds,
come
With bay steeds to our flowing juice!
2. Known as best Vritra-slayer
erst, as Indra $atakratu, come
With bay steeds to our flowing juice!
3.
For, Vritra-slayer, thou art he who drinks these drops of Soma come
With bay
steeds to our flowing juice!
1. Bring to the wise, the great, who waxeth mighty your offerings and make
ready your devotion.
Go forth to many tribes as man's controller!
2. For
Indra the sublime, the far-pervading, have singers generateo prayer and
praises;
The sages never violate his statutes.
3. The choirs have
established Indra King for ever for victory him, whose anger is
resistless:
And for the bays' Lord strengthened those he loveth.
1. If I, O Indra, were the lord of riches ample as thine own,
I would
support the singer, God who scatterest wealth! and, not abandon him to
woe.
2. Each day would I enrich the man who sang my praise, in whatsoever
place he were.
No kinship is there better, Maghavan, than thine: a father
even, is no more.
1. Here thou the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: mark thou the sage's
hymn who sings and lauds thee!
Take to thine inmost self these
adorations!
2. I know and ne'er forget the hymns and praises of thee,
theconqueror, of thy power immortal.
Thy name I ever utter,
self-refulgent!
3. Among mankind many are thy libations, and many a time the
pious sage invokes thee.
O Maghavan, be not long distant from us!
1. Sing strength to Indra that shall. set his chariot in the
foremost
place!
Giver of room in closest fight, slayer of foes in shock of
war, be thou our great encorager! Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of
our weak mies!
2. Thou didst destroy the Dragon: thou sentest the rivers down
to Earth.
Foeless, O Indra, wast thou born. Thou tendest well each choicest
thing. Therefore we draw us close to thee. Let the weak bowstrings break upon
the bows of our weak enemies!
Destroyed be all malignitics and all our
enemy's designs!
3. Thy bolt thou castest at the foe, O Indra, who would
smite us dead: thy liberal bounty gives us wealth. Let the weak bowstrings break
upon the bows of our weak enemies!
1. Rich be the praiser of one rich and liberal, Lord of days! like
thee:
High rank be his who lauds the juice!
2. His wealth who hath no
store of kine hath ne'er found out recited laud,
Nor song of praises that is
sung.
3. Give us not, Indra, as a prey unto the scornful or the
proud:
Help, mighty one, with power and might!
1. Come hither, Indra, with thy bays, come thou to Kanva's eulogy!
Ye by
command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.
2. The
stones' rim shakes the Soma here like a wolf worrying a sheep.
Ye by command
of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day I have gone to heaven.
3. May the stone
bring thee as it speaks, the Soma-stone with ringing voice!
Ye by command of
yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.
1. For Indra flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight!
2.
Bright, meditating sacred song, these juices have sent Vayu forth.
3. They
were sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots speeding in the race.
1. Agni I deem our Hotar priest, munificent wealth-giver, Son of Strength,
who knoweth all that is even as the Sage who knoweth all.
Lord of fair rites,
a God with form erected turning to the Gods, he when the flame hath sprung forth
from the holy oil, the offered fatness, longs for it as it grows bright.
2.
We, sacrificing, call on the best worshipper thee eldest of Angirasas, singer!
with hyrnns, thee, brilliant one! with singers' hymn;
Thee, wandering round,
as 'twere the sky, thee who art Hotar-priest of men, whom, Bull with hair of
flame, the people must observe, tile people that he speed them on.
3. He with
his blazing Power refulgent far and wide, he verily it iswho conquers demon
foes, conquers the demons like an axe:
At whose close touch things solid
partg and what is stable yields he keeps his ground and flinches not,like trees.
Subduing all from the skilled archer flinches not.
1. O Agni, strength and fame are thine: thy fires blaze forth on high, O thou
refulgent God!
Sage, passing bright, thou givest to the worshipper with
power, the wealth that merits laud.
2. With brilliantg purifying sheen, with
perfect sheen thou liftest up thyself in light.
Thou, visiting both thy
mothers, aidest them as son; thou joinest close the earth and heaven.
3. O
Jatavedas, Son of Strength, rejoice thyself, gracious, in our fair hymns and
songs!
In thee have they heaped viands various, many formed; wealthborn, of
wondrous help are they.
4. Agni, spread forth, as ruler, over living things:
give wealth, to
us, immortal God!
Thou shinest out from beauty fair to
look upon: thou leadest
us to beauteous Power.
5. I laud the Sage, who
orders sacrifice, who hath great riches under his control.
Thou givest blest
award of good, and plenteous food, thou givest wealth that wins success.
6.
The men have set before them, for his favour, Agni, strong, visible to all, the
holy.
Thee, Lord divine, with ears to hear, most famous, mens' generations
magnify with praise-songs.
1. Agni, he conquers by thine aid that brings him store of valiant sons and
does great deeds,
Whose bond of friendship is thy choice.
2. Thy spark is
black and crackling; kindled in due time, O bounteous, it is taken up.
Thou
art the dear friend of the mighty Mornings: thou shinest in glimmerings of the
night.
1. Him, duly coming, as their germ have plants received: this Agni have
maternal Waters brought to life.
So, in like manner, do the forest trees and
plants bear him within them and produce him evermore.
1. Agni grows bright for Indra: he shines far resplendent in the sky:
He
sends forth offspring like a queen.
1. The sacred hymns love him who wakes and watches: to him who watches the
holy verses.
This Soma saith to him Who wake my dwelling in thy
friendship.
1. Agni is watchful, and the Richas love him: Agni is watchful, Sama hymns
approach him.
Agni is watchful, to him saith this Soma, I rest and have my
dwelling in thy friendship.
1. Praise to the friends who sit in front! to those seated
together,praise
I use the hundred-footed speech speech.
2. I use the
hundred-footed speech, I sing what hath a thousand paths,
Gayatra, Trishtup,
Jagat hymn.
3. Gayatra, Trishtup, Jagat hymn,the forms united and
complete,
Have the Gods made familiar friends.
1. Agni, is light, light is Agni, Indra is light, light is Indra
Surya is
light, light is Surya.
2. O Agni, turn again with strength, turn thou again
with food and life:
Save us again from grief and woe!
3. O Agni, turn
again with wealth sprinkle thou us from everyside.
With thine own
all-supporting stream!
1. If I, O Indra, were like thee, the single ruler over wealth.
My
worshipper should be rich in kine.
2. I should be fain, O Lord of power, to
strengthen and enrich thesage,
Where I the ford of herds of kine.
3. Thy
goodness, Indra, is a cow yielding in plenty kine and steeds.
To worshippers
who press the juice.
1. Yea, Waters, ye bring health and bliss: so help ye us to energy.
That
we may look on great delight!
2. Give us a portion of the dew, the most
auspicious that ye have,
Like mothers in their longing love!
3. For you we
gladly go to hirn to whose abode ye speed us on,
And, Waters, give us
procreant strength!
1. May Vata breathe his balm on us, healthful, delightful to our
heart:
May he prolong our days of life!
2. Thou art our father, Vata, yea,
thou art our brother and our friend:
So give us strength that we may
live!
3. The store of Amrit that laid away yonder, O Vata, in thine
home--
Give us strength that we may live!
1. The fleet steed wearing divers forms, the eagle bearing his golden raiment
to his birthplace,
Clothed in due season with the light of Surya, red, hath
begot the sacrifice in person.
2. Multiform seed he laid in waters, lustre
which gathered on the earth and there developed.
In the mid-air establishing
his greatness, he cries aloud, seed of the vigorous courser.
3. He hath,
enduing thousand robes that suit him, as sacrifice upheld the light of
Surya,
Giver of ample gifts in hundreds, thousands, supporter of the heavens,
earth's Lord and ruler.
1. They gaze on thee with longing in their spirit, as on a strong-winged bird
that mounteth sky-ward;
On thee with wings of gold, Varuna's envoy, the Bird
that hasteneth to the home of Yama.
2. Erect, to heaven hath the Gandharva
mounted, pointing at us his many-coloured weapons:
Clad in sweet raiment
beautiful to look on, for he, as light, produceth forms that please us..
3.
When as a spark he cometh ilear the ocean, looking with vulture's eye as Law
commandeth,
His lustre, joying in its own bright splendour, maketh dear
glories in the loftiest region.
1. Swift, rapidly striking, like a bull who sharpens his horns, terrific,
stirring up the people.
With eyes that close not, bellowing, sole hero, Indra
subdued at once a hundred armies.
2. With him loud-roaring, ever watchful
victcr, bold, hard to overthrow, rouser of battle,
Indra. the strong, whose
hand bears arrows, conquer, ye heroes, now, now vanquish in the combat!
3. He
rules with those who carry shafts and quivers, Indra who with his band brings
hosts together,
Foe-conquering strong of arm the Soma-drinker, with mighty
bow, shooting with well-laid arrows.
1. Brihaspati, fly with thy chariot hither, slayer of demons, driving off our
foemen!
Be thou protector of our cars, destroyer, victor in battle,
breaker-up of armies!
2, Conspicuous. by thy strength, firm, foremost
fighter, mighty and
fierce, victorious, all-subduing,
The Son of Conquest,
passing men and heroes, kinewinner, mount thy conquering car, O Indra!
3.
Cleaver of stalls, kine-winner, armed with thunder, who quells an army and with
might destroys it--
Follow him, brothers! quit yourselves like heroes, and
like this Indra show your zeal and courage!
1. Piercing with conquering strength the cow-stalls, Indra, pitiless hero
with unbounded anger,
Victor in fight, unshaken and resistless--may he
protect our armies in our battles!
2. Indra guide these! Brihaspati, and
Soma, the guerdon and the sacrifice precede them;
And let the banded Maruts
march in forefront of heavenly hosts that conquer and demolish!
3. Ours be
the potent host of mighty Indra, King Varuna the Maruts, and
Adityas!
Uplifted is the shout of Gods who conquer, hightninded Gods who
cause the worlds to tremble.
1. Bristle thou up, O Maghavan, our weapons: excite the spirits, of my
warring heroes!
Urge on the strong steed's might, O Vyitra-slayer, and let
the din of conquering cars go upward
2. May Indra aid us when our flags are
gathered: victorious be ther arrows of our army!
May our brave men of war
prevail in battle. Ye Gods, protect us in the shout of onset!
3. That army of
the foemen, O ye Maruts, which, striving in its. mighty strength,
approaches,
Hide ye and bury it in pathless darkness that not a man oF them
may know the other!
1. Bewildering the senses of our foemen, seize thou their bodies, and depart,
O Agha!
Attack them, set their hearts on fare with sorrows; so let our foes
abide in utter darkness!
2. Advance, O heroes, win the day, May Indra be your
sure defence!
Mighty and awful be your arms, that none may wound or injure
you!
3. Loosed from the bowstring fly away, thou arrows sharpened by
our
prayer!
Go to the foemen, strike them home, and let not one be left
alive!
VI Indra and others
1. Let ravens and strong-pinioned birds pursue them: yea, let that army be
the food of vultures!
Indra, let none escape, no sin-remover: behind them all
let following birds be gathered!
2. This host of foemen Maghavan! that cometh
on in warlike show--
Meet it, O Vritra-slayer, thou, Indra, and Agni, with
your flames!
3. There where the flights of arrows fall like boys whose locks
are yet unshorn.
Even there may Brahmanaspati, may Aditi protect us well,
protect us well through all our days!
1. Drive Rakshasas and foes away, break thou in pieces Vritra's jaws:
O
Vritra-slaying Indra, quell the foeman's wrath who threatens us!
2. O Indra,
beat our foes away, humble the men who challenge us:
Send down to nether
darkness him who seeks to do us injury!
3. Strong, ever-youthful are the arms
of Indra, fair unassailable, never to be vanquished:
These first let him
employ when need hath come on us, wherewith the Asuras' great might was
overthrown.
1. Thy vital parts I cover with thine armour: with immortality King Soma
clothe thee!
Varuna give thee what is more than ample, and in thy victory may
Gods be joyful!
2. Blind, O my foemen, shall ye be, even as headless serpents
are
May Indra slay each best of you when Agni's flame hath struck you
down!
3. Whoso would kill us, whether he be a stranger foe or one of
us,
May all the Gods discomfit him! My nearest, closest mail is prayer, my
closest armour and defence.
1. Like a dread wild beast roaming on the mountain thou hast approached us
from the farthest distance.
Whetting thy bolt and thy sharp blade, O Indra,
crush thou the foe and scatter those who hate us!
2. Gods, may our ears hear
that which is auspicious, may our eyes see that which is good, ye
holy!
Extolling you with still strong limbs and bodies, may we attain the age
by Gods appointed!
3. Illustrious far and wide, may Indra bless us, may
Pushan bless us, master of all riches!
May Tarkshya with uninjured fellies
bless us! Brihaspati bestow on us his favour! Brihaspati bestow on us his
favour!