Containing 48 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
प्र त॑ आ॒शवः॑ पवमान धी॒जवो॒ मदा॑ अर्षन्ति रघु॒जा इ॑व॒ त्मना॑ दि॒व्याः सु॑प॒र्णा मधु॑मन्त॒ इन्द॑वो म॒दिन्त॑मासः॒ परि॒ कोश॑मासते
"THY gladdening draughts, O Pavamâna, urged by song flow swiftly of themselves like sons of fleetfoot mares. The drops of Soma juice, those eagles of the heavens, most cheering, rich in meath, rest in the reservoir."
प्र ते॒ मदा॑सो मदि॒रास॑ आ॒शवोऽसृ॑क्षत॒ रथ्या॑सो॒ यथा॒ पृथ॑क् धे॒नुर्न व॒त्सं पय॑सा॒भि व॒ज्रिण॒मिन्द्र॒मिन्द॑वो॒ मधु॑मन्त ऊ॒र्मयः॑
"As rapid chariot-steeds, so turned in several ways have thine exhilarating juices darted forth, Soma-drops rich in meath, waves, to the Thunder-armed, to Indra, like milch-kine who seek their calf with milk."
अत्यो॒ न हि॑या॒नो अ॒भि वाज॑मर्ष स्व॒र्वित्कोशं॑ दि॒वो अद्रि॑मातरम् वृषा॑ प॒वित्रे॒ अधि॒ सानो॑ अ॒व्यये॒ सोमः॑ पुना॒न इ॑न्द्रि॒याय॒ धाय॑से
"Like a steed urged to battle, finder of the light; speed onward to the cloud-born reservoir of heaven, A Steer that o'er the woolly surface seeks the sieve, Soma while purified for Indra's nourishment."
प्र त॒ आश्वि॑नीः पवमान धी॒जुवो॑ दि॒व्या अ॑सृग्र॒न्पय॑सा॒ धरी॑मणि प्रान्तर्ऋष॑यः॒ स्थावि॑रीरसृक्षत॒ ये त्वा॑ मृ॒जन्त्यृ॑षिषाण वे॒धसः॑
"Fleet as swift steeds, thy drops, divine, thought-swift, have been, O Pavamâna, poured with milk into the vat. The R̥ishis have poured in continuous Soma drops, ordainers who adorn thee, Friend whom R̥ishis love."
विश्वा॒ धामा॑नि विश्वचक्ष॒ ऋभ्व॑सः प्र॒भोस्ते॑ स॒तः परि॑ यन्ति के॒तवः॑ व्या॒न॒शिः प॑वसे सोम॒ धर्म॑भिः॒ पति॒र्विश्व॑स्य॒ भुव॑नस्य राजसि
"O thou who seest all things, Sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass all abodes. Pervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's Lord, O Soma, thou art King."
उ॒भ॒यतः॒ पव॑मानस्य र॒श्मयो॑ ध्रु॒वस्य॑ स॒तः परि॑ यन्ति के॒तवः॑ यदी॑ प॒वित्रे॒ अधि॑ मृ॒ज्यते॒ हरिः॒ सत्ता॒ नि योना॑ क॒लशे॑षु सीदति
"The beams of Pavamâna, sent from earth and heaven, his ensigns who is ever steadfast, travel round. When on the sieve the Golden-hued is cleansed, he rests within the vats as one who seats him in his place."
य॒ज्ञस्य॑ के॒तुः प॑वते स्वध्व॒रः सोमो॑ दे॒वाना॒मुप॑ याति निष्कृ॒तम् स॒हस्र॑धारः॒ परि॒ कोश॑मर्षति॒ वृषा॑ प॒वित्र॒मत्ये॑ति॒ रोरु॑वत्
"Served with fair rites he flows, ensign of sacrifice: Soma advances to the special place of Gods. He speeds with thousand currents to the reservoir, and passes through the filter bellowing as a bull."
राजा॑ समु॒द्रं न॒द्यो॒३॒॑ वि गा॑हते॒ऽपामू॒र्मिं स॑चते॒ सिन्धु॑षु श्रि॒तः अध्य॑स्था॒त्सानु॒ पव॑मानो अ॒व्ययं॒ नाभा॑ पृथि॒व्या ध॒रुणो॑ म॒हो दि॒वः
"The Sovran dips him in the seain and the streams, and set in rivers with the waters' wave moves on. High heaven's Sustainer at the central point of earth, raised on the fleecy surface Pavamâna stands."
दि॒वो न सानु॑ स्त॒नय॑न्नचिक्रद॒द्द्यौश्च॒ यस्य॑ पृथि॒वी च॒ धर्म॑भिः इन्द्र॑स्य स॒ख्यं प॑वते वि॒वेवि॑द॒त्सोमः॑ पुना॒नः क॒लशे॑षु सीदति
"He on whose high decree the heavens and earth depend nath roared and thundered like the summit of the sky. Soma flows on obtaining Indra's friendly love, and, as they purify him, settles in the jars."
ज्योति॑र्य॒ज्ञस्य॑ पवते॒ मधु॑ प्रि॒यं पि॒ता दे॒वानां॑ जनि॒ता वि॒भूव॑सुः दधा॑ति॒ रत्नं॑ स्व॒धयो॑रपी॒च्यं॑ म॒दिन्त॑मो मत्स॒र इ॑न्द्रि॒यो रसः॑
"He, light of sacrifice distils delicious meath, most wealthy, Father and begetter of the Gods. He, gladdening, best of Cheerers, juice!hat Indra loves, enriches with mysterious treasure earth and heaven."
अ॒भि॒क्रन्द॑न्क॒लशं॑ वा॒ज्य॑र्षति॒ पति॑र्दि॒वः श॒तधा॑रो विचक्ष॒णः हरि॑र्मि॒त्रस्य॒ सद॑नेषु सीदति मर्मृजा॒नोऽवि॑भिः॒ सिन्धु॑भि॒र्वृषा॑
"The vigorous and far-seeing one, the Lord of heaven, flows, shouting to the beaker, with his thousand streams. Coloured like gold he rests in seats where Mitra dwells, the Steer made beautiful by rivers and by sheep."
अग्रे॒ सिन्धू॑नां॒ पव॑मानो अर्ष॒त्यग्रे॑ वा॒चो अ॑ग्रि॒यो गोषु॑ गच्छति अग्रे॒ वाज॑स्य भजते महाध॒नं स्वा॑यु॒धः सो॒तृभिः॑ पूयते॒ वृषा॑
"In forefront of the rivers Pavamâna speeds, in forefront of the hymn, foremost among the kine. He shares the mighty booty in the van of war: the well-armed Steer is purified by worshippers."
अ॒यं म॒तवा॑ञ्छकु॒नो यथा॑ हि॒तोऽव्ये॑ ससार॒ पव॑मान ऊ॒र्मिणा॑ तव॒ क्रत्वा॒ रोद॑सी अन्त॒रा क॑वे॒ शुचि॑र्धि॒या प॑वते॒ सोम॑ इन्द्र ते
"This heedful Pavamâna, like a bird sent forth, hath with his wave flowed onward to the fleecy sieve. O Indra, through thy wisdom, b thy thought, O Sage, Soma flows bright and pure between the earth and heaven."
द्रा॒पिं वसा॑नो यज॒तो दि॑वि॒स्पृश॑मन्तरिक्ष॒प्रा भुव॑ने॒ष्वर्पि॑तः स्व॑र्जज्ञा॒नो नभ॑सा॒भ्य॑क्रमीत्प्र॒त्नम॑स्य पि॒तर॒मा वि॑वासति
"He, clad in mail that reaches heaven, the Holy One, filling the firmament stationed amid the worlds, Knowing. the realm of light, hath come to us in rain: he summons to himself his own primeval Sire."
सो अ॑स्य वि॒शे महि॒ शर्म॑ यच्छति॒ यो अ॑स्य॒ धाम॑ प्रथ॒मं व्या॑न॒शे प॒दं यद॑स्य पर॒मे व्यो॑म॒न्यतो॒ विश्वा॑ अ॒भि सं या॑ति सं॒यतः॑
"He who was first of all to penetrate his form bestowed upon his race wide shelter and defence. From that high station which he hath in loftiest heaven he comes victorious to all encounters here."
प्रो अ॑यासी॒दिन्दु॒रिन्द्र॑स्य निष्कृ॒तं सखा॒ सख्यु॒र्न प्र मि॑नाति सं॒गिर॑म् मर्य॑ इव युव॒तिभिः॒ सम॑र्षति॒ सोमः॑ क॒लशे॑ श॒तया॑म्ना प॒था
"Indu hath started for Indra's special place and slights not as a Friend the promise of his Friend. Soma speeds onward like a youth to youtlitial maids, and gains the beaker by a course of bundred paths."
प्र वो॒ धियो॑ मन्द्र॒युवो॑ विप॒न्युवः॑ पन॒स्युवः॑ सं॒वस॑नेष्वक्रमुः सोमं॑ मनी॒षा अ॒भ्य॑नूषत॒ स्तुभो॒ऽभि धे॒नवः॒ पय॑सेमशिश्रयुः
"Your songs, exhilarating, tuneful, uttering praise, are come into the placns where the people meet. Worshippers have exalted Soma with their hymns, and milch kine have come near to meet him with their milk."
आ नः॑ सोम सं॒यतं॑ पि॒प्युषी॒मिष॒मिन्दो॒ पव॑स्व॒ पव॑मानो अ॒स्रिध॑म् या नो॒ दोह॑ते॒ त्रिरह॒न्नस॑श्चुषी क्षु॒मद्वाज॑व॒न्मधु॑मत्सु॒वीर्य॑म्
"O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, pour on us accumulateds Plentiful, nutritious food, Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched with store of nourishment, and strength, and Meath."
वृषा॑ मती॒नां प॑वते विचक्ष॒णः सोमो॒ अह्नः॑ प्रतरी॒तोषसो॑ दि॒वः क्रा॒णा सिन्धू॑नां क॒लशाँ॑ अवीवश॒दिन्द्र॑स्य॒ हार्द्या॑वि॒शन्म॑नी॒षिभिः॑
"Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the Furtherer of day, of morning, and of heaven. Mixt with the streams he caused the beakers to resound, and with the singers' aid they entered Indra's heart."
म॒नी॒षिभिः॑ पवते पू॒र्व्यः क॒विर्नृभि॑र्य॒तः परि॒ कोशाँ॑ अचिक्रदत् त्रि॒तस्य॒ नाम॑ ज॒नय॒न्मधु॑ क्षर॒दिन्द्र॑स्य वा॒योः स॒ख्याय॒ कर्त॑वे
"On, with the prudent singers, flows the ancient Sage and guided by the men hath roared about the vats. Producing Trita's name, may he pour forth the meath, that Vâyu and that Indra may become his Friends."
अ॒यं पु॑ना॒न उ॒षसो॒ वि रो॑चयद॒यं सिन्धु॑भ्यो अभवदु लोक॒कृत् अ॒यं त्रिः स॒प्त दु॑दुहा॒न आ॒शिरं॒ सोमो॑ हृ॒दे प॑वते॒ चारु॑ मत्स॒रः
"He, being purified, hath made the Mornings shine: this, even this is he who gave the rivers room. He made the Three Times Seven pour out the milky flow: Soma, the Cheerer, yields whate'er the heart finds sweet."
पव॑स्व सोम दि॒व्येषु॒ धाम॑सु सृजा॒न इ॑न्दो क॒लशे॑ प॒वित्र॒ आ सीद॒न्निन्द्र॑स्य ज॒ठरे॒ कनि॑क्रद॒न्नृभि॑र्य॒तः सूर्य॒मारो॑हयो दि॒वि
"Flow, onward, Soma, in thine own celestial forms, flow, Indu, poured within the beaker and the sieve. Sinking into the throat of Indra with a roar, led by the men thou madest Sûrya mount to heaven."
अद्रि॑भिः सु॒तः प॑वसे प॒वित्र॒ आँ इन्द॒विन्द्र॑स्य ज॒ठरे॑ष्वावि॒शन् त्वं नृ॒चक्षा॑ अभवो विचक्षण॒ सोम॑ गो॒त्रमङ्गि॑रोभ्योऽवृणो॒रप॑
"Pressed out with stones thou flowest onward to the sieve, O Indu, entering the depths of Indra's throat. Far-sighted Soma, now thou lookest on mankind: thou didst unbar the cowstall for the Angirases."
त्वां सो॑म॒ पव॑मानं स्वा॒ध्योऽनु॒ विप्रा॑सो अमदन्नव॒स्यवः॑ त्वां सु॑प॒र्ण आभ॑रद्दि॒वस्परीन्दो॒ विश्वा॑भिर्म॒तिभिः॒ परि॑ष्कृतम्
"In thee, O Soma, while thou purifitedst thee, high-thoughted sages, seeking favour, have rejoiced. Down from the heavens the Falcon brought thee hitherward, even thee, O Indu, thee whom all our hymns adorn."
अव्ये॑ पुना॒नं परि॒ वार॑ ऊ॒र्मिणा॒ हरिं॑ नवन्ते अ॒भि स॒प्त धे॒नवः॑ अ॒पामु॒पस्थे॒ अध्या॒यवः॑ क॒विमृ॒तस्य॒ योना॑ महि॒षा अ॑हेषत
"Seven Milch-kine glorify the Tawny-coloured One while with his wave in wool he purifies himself. The living men, the mighty, have impelled the Sage into the waters' lap, the place of sacrifice."
इन्दुः॑ पुना॒नो अति॑ गाहते॒ मृधो॒ विश्वा॑नि कृ॒ण्वन्त्सु॒पथा॑नि॒ यज्य॑वे गाः कृ॑ण्वा॒नो नि॒र्णिजं॑ हर्य॒तः क॒विरत्यो॒ न क्रीळ॒न्परि॒ वार॑मर्षति
"Indu, attaining purity, plunges through the foe, making Ilis ways all easy for the pious man. Making the kine his mantle, he, the lovely Sage, runs like a sporting courser onward through the fleece."
अ॒स॒श्चतः॑ श॒तधा॑रा अभि॒श्रियो॒ हरिं॑ नव॒न्तेऽव॒ ता उ॑द॒न्युवः॑ क्षिपो॑ मृजन्ति॒ परि॒ गोभि॒रावृ॑तं तृ॒तीये॑ पृ॒ष्ठे अधि॑ रोच॒ने दि॒वः
"The ceaseless watery fountains with their hundred streams sing, as they hasten near, to him the Golden-hued Him, clad in robes of milk, swift fingers beautify on the third height and in the luminous realm of heaven."
तवे॒माः प्र॒जा दि॒व्यस्य॒ रेत॑स॒स्त्वं विश्व॑स्य॒ भुव॑नस्य राजसि अथे॒दं विश्वं॑ पवमान ते॒ वशे॒ त्वमि॑न्दो प्रथ॒मो धा॑म॒धा अ॑सि
"These are thy generations of celestial seed thou art the Sovran Lord of all the world of life. This universe, O Pavamâna, owns thy sway; thou, Indu, art the first establisher of Law."
त्वं स॑मु॒द्रो अ॑सि विश्व॒वित्क॑वे॒ तवे॒माः पञ्च॑ प्र॒दिशो॒ विध॑र्मणि त्वं द्यां च॑ पृथि॒वीं चाति॑ जभ्रिषे॒ तव॒ ज्योतीं॑षि पवमान॒ सूर्यः॑
"Thou art the sea, O Sage who bringest alf to light: under thy Law are these five regions of the world. Tlou reachest out beyond the earth, beyond the heavens: thine are the lights, O Pavamâna, thine the Sun."
त्वं प॒वित्रे॒ रज॑सो॒ विध॑र्मणि दे॒वेभ्यः॑ सोम पवमान पूयसे त्वामु॒शिजः॑ प्रथ॒मा अ॑गृभ्णत॒ तुभ्ये॒मा विश्वा॒ भुव॑नानि येमिरे
"Thou in the filter, Soma Pavamâna, art purified to support the region for the Gods. The chief, the longing ones have sought to hold thee fast, and all these living creatures have been turned to thee."