परीतो षिञ्चता सुतं सोमो य उत्तमं हविः । दधन्वां यो नर्यो अप्स्व् अन्तर् आ सुषाव सोमम् अद्रिभिः ॥
parīto ṣiñcatā sutaṃ somo ya uttamaṃ haviḥ | dadhanvāṃ yo naryo apsv antar ā suṣāva somam adribhiḥ ||
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.
Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece inviolate and most odorous. We ladden thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still with juice and milk.
Milking the heavenly udder for dear meath, he hath sat in the ancient gathering place. Washed by the men, the Strong Farseeing One streams forth nutritious food that all desire.
O Soma, while they cleanse thee, dear and watchful in the sheep's long wool, Thou hast become a Singer most like Angiras: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.
Bountiful, best of furtherers, Soma floweth on, Rsi and Singer, keen of sight. Thou hast become a Sage most welcome to the Gods: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.
Down to the water-Soma, rich in kine hath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked. They have approached the mixing-vessel as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse.
Effused by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of the sheep, Thou, entering the saucers as a man the fort, gold-hued hast settled in the wood.
स मामृजे तिरो अण्वानि मेष्यो मीळ्हे सप्तिर् न वाजयुः । अनुमाद्यः पवमानो मनीषिभिः सोमो विप्रेभिर् ऋक्वभिः ॥
sa māmṛje tiro aṇvāni meṣyo mīḷhe saptir na vājayuḥ | anumādyaḥ pavamāno manīṣibhiḥ somo viprebhir ṛkvabhiḥ ||
He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine wool, like an impetuous steed in war, Even Soma Pavamana who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards.
प्र सोम देववीतये सिन्धुर् न पिप्ये अर्णसा । अंशोः पयसा मदिरो न जागृविर् अच्छा कोशम् मधुश्चुतम् ॥
pra soma devavītaye sindhur na pipye arṇasā | aṃśoḥ payasā madiro na jāgṛvir acchā kośam madhuścutam ||
O Soma,-for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with surge, With the stalk's juice, exhilarating, resting not, into the vat that drops with meath.
आ हर्यतो अर्जुने अत्के अव्यत प्रियः सूनुर् न मर्ज्यः । तम् ईं हिन्वन्त्य् अपसो यथा रथं नदीष्व् आ गभस्त्योः ॥
ā haryato arjune atke avyata priyaḥ sūnur na marjyaḥ | tam īṃ hinvanty apaso yathā rathaṃ nadīṣv ā gabhastyoḥ ||
Like a dear son who must be decked, the Lovely One hath clad him in a shining robe. Men skillful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their bands.
indrāya pavate madaḥ somo marutvate sutaḥ | sahasradhāro aty avyam arṣati tam ī mṛjanty āyavaḥ ||
Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his Marut host: He hastens o'er the fleece with all his thousand streams: men make him bright and beautiful.
punānaś camū janayan matiṃ kaviḥ somo deveṣu raṇyati | apo vasānaḥ pari gobhir uttaraḥ sīdan vaneṣv avyata ||
Purified in the bowl and gendering the hymn, wise Soma joys among the Gods. Robed in the flood, the Mighty One hath clad himself with milk and settled in the vats.
उताहं नक्तम् उत सोम ते दिवा सख्याय बभ्र ऊधनि । घृणा तपन्तम् अति सूर्यम् परः शकुना इव पप्तिम ॥
utāhaṃ naktam uta soma te divā sakhyāya babhra ūdhani | ghṛṇā tapantam ati sūryam paraḥ śakunā iva paptima ||
Close to thy bosom am I, Soma, day and night. O Tawny-hued, for friendship sake. Surya himself refulgent with his glow have we o'ertaken in his course like birds.
Making thee pure and bright in the sheep's long wool, tbou hast bellowed, steer like, in the wood. Thou flowest, Soma Pavamana, balmed with milk unto the special place of Gods.
स तू पवस्व परि पार्थिवं रजो दिव्या च सोम धर्मभिः । त्वां विप्रासो मतिभिर् विचक्षण शुभ्रं हिन्वन्ति धीतिभिः ॥
sa tū pavasva pari pārthivaṃ rajo divyā ca soma dharmabhiḥ | tvāṃ viprāso matibhir vicakṣaṇa śubhraṃ hinvanti dhītibhiḥ ||
Flow to the realm of earth, flow to the realm of heaven, O Soma, in thy righteous ways. Fair art thou whom the sages, O Far-seeing One, urge onward with their songs and hymns.
पवमाना असृक्षत पवित्रम् अति धारया । मरुत्वन्तो मत्सरा इन्द्रिया हया मेधाम् अभि प्रयांसि च ॥
pavamānā asṛkṣata pavitram ati dhārayā | marutvanto matsarā indriyā hayā medhām abhi prayāṃsi ca ||
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.
apo vasānaḥ pari kośam arṣatīndur hiyānaḥ sotṛbhiḥ | janayañ jyotir mandanā avīvaśad gāḥ kṛṇvāno na nirṇijam ||
Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, Indu is speeding to the vat. He gendering light, hath made the glad Cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.