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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 Göttingen 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 Müller'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
