HYMN CIV. SOMA PAVAMANA.
सखाय
sakhāya
आ
ā
नि
ni
शीदत
śīdata
पुनानाय
punānāya
पर
pra
गायत
ghāyata
|
शिशुं
śiśuṃ
न
na
यज्ञैः
yajñaiḥ
परि
pari
भूषत
bhūṣata
शरिये
śriye
||
SIT down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites.
समी
samī
वत्सं
vatsaṃ
न
na
मात्र्भिः
mātṛbhiḥ
सर्जता
sṛjatā
गयसाधनम
ghayasādhanam
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देवाव्यम्मदमभि
devāvyammadamabhi
दविशवसम
dviśavasam
||
Unite him bringing household wealth, even as a calf, with mother kine,
Him who hath double strength, the God, delighting juice.
पुनाता
punātā
दक्षसाधनं
dakṣasādhanaṃ
यथा
yathā
शर्धाय
śardhāya
वीतये
vītaye
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यथा
yathā
मित्राय
mitrāya
वरुणाय
varuṇāya
शन्तमः
śantamaḥ
||
Purify him who gives us power, that he, most Blessed One, may be
A banquet for the Troop, Mitra, and Varuṇa.
अस्मभ्यं
asmabhyaṃ
तवा
tvā
वसुविदमभि
vasuvidamabhi
वाणीरनूषत
vāṇīranūṣata
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गोभिष
ghobhiṣ
टे
ṭe
वर्णमभि
varṇamabhi
वासयामसि
vāsayāmasi
||
Voices have sung aloud to thee as finderout of wealth for us:
We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.
स
sa
नो
no
मदानां
madānāṃ
पत
pata
इन्दो
indo
देवप्सरा
devapsarā
असि
asi
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सखेव
sakheva
सख्ये
sakhye
गातुवित्तमो
ghātuvittamo
भव
bhava
||
Thou, Indu, art the food of Gods, O Sovran of all gladdening drinks:
As Friend for friend, be thou best finder of success.
सनेमि
sanemi
कर्ध्यस्मदा
kṛdhyasmadā
रक्षसं
rakṣasaṃ
कं
kaṃ
चिदत्रिणम
cidatriṇam
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अपादेवं
apādevaṃ
दवयुमंहो
dvayumaṃho
युयोधि
yuyodhi
नः
naḥ
||
Drive utterly away from us each demon, each voracious fiend,
The godless and the false: keep sorrow far away.