HYMN LV. SOMA PAVAMANA.
यवं-यवं
yavaṃ-yavaṃ
नो
no
अन्धसा
andhasā
पुष्टम-पुष्टं
puṣṭam-puṣṭaṃ
परि
pari
सरव
srava
|
सोम
soma
विश्वा
viśvā
च
ca
सौभगा
saubhaghā
||
POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,
And, Soma, all felicities.
ईन्दो
īndo
यथा
yathā
तव
tava
सतवो
stavo
यथा
yathā
ते
te
जातमन्धसः
jātamandhasaḥ
|
नि
ni
बर्हिषि
barhiṣi
परिये
priye
सदः
sadaḥ
||
As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice,
Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.
उत
uta
नो
no
गोविदश्ववित
ghovidaśvavit
पवस्व
pavasva
सोमान्धसा
somāndhasā
|
मक्षूतमेभिरहभिः
makṣūtamebhirahabhiḥ
||
And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly.
यो
yo
जिनाति
jināti
न
na
जीयते
jīyate
हन्ति
hanti
शत्रुमभीत्य
śatrumabhītya
|
स
sa
पवस्व
pavasva
सहस्रजित
sahasrajit
||
As one who conquers, ne’er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,
Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.